"The situation is more difficult to explain - first support the brothers of the class, anyway, your pants won't fall off."
Shang Haojia rubbed his temples with a headache, and pulled out his colleague's belt without any explanation, and finally saved his crumbling trousers: "I should let the director see how much weight I have lost recently, so that you don't have to catch me. …”
"It's not that the director insists on arresting you. It's because we have concluded after a long discussion that as long as you let you go, even if you are just told to stay in the office, the number of patients in the emergency room that day will definitely break through the record high."
The colleague shook his head mysteriously, replied with a deep expression, raised his hand and pulled his shoulder, and pushed him out of the office without any explanation: "Actually, we all call you Wuzhanpai in private, but you are the only one who doesn't know—so Comrade Wuzhanpai .Although I don’t know why you came up and robbed my waistband, but in order not to increase the number of injured people, you should go down and hang yourself up.”
"It's all about what—you are all born in New China and grew up under the red flag. You are all successors of socialist modernization who have grown up after five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulated growth. Can you not believe in this nonsense metaphysics?"
Before he could react, Shang Haojia was pushed out of the office. He complained bitterly, but still had to shake his head resignedly, and hurried back to the consulting room.
He had just reached the first floor when he spotted He Jialun's conspicuous tall figure in the hall.
Shang Haojia separated from the crowd and squeezed through, greeted the conscientious guards, then dragged him to the small operating room: "What's the matter, isn't Mr. Wei here?"
"He said he was worried that he would faint again, so he waited outside. He said that he would give you an explanation after you finish your work here."
He Jialun shook his head, faithfully repeated Wei Long's words, and followed him into the small operating room. Seeing the young man tied to the ground by him, he looked at Shang Haojia with a bit of awe, and took two steps back vigilantly: "Dr. Shang, can you knock down a werewolf with your bare hands? ?”
"When I put him down, he hadn't finished his transformation yet, so it's not difficult to deal with."
Shang Haojia shook his head, propped his chin in response, looked at the werewolf covered in gray-brown wolf fur in front of him, and then at He Jialun beside him: "Mr. He, forgive me. Look at the color of his fur—"
"Okay, don't talk about it, I admit that I cheated on a husky - but my dad is also a snow wolf! Otherwise, it would be impossible to pretend to be Xueha and successfully deceive my mother..."
Before he had time to finish speaking, He Jialun raised his hands without hesitation, and frankly reported his family history. Shang Haojia shrugged his shoulders, carried the new werewolf on the ground to the side of the diagnosis table, and patted him on the back: "So--dear Mr. Xuelang, can you change him back to the human state? ?”
He Jialun shivered, waved his hands quickly, and stepped aside: "Don't talk like that old vampire - I can't bear this the most, I can't help biting people."
Only then did he realize that he was unknowingly being misled by Wei Long, Shang Haojia turned his head noncommittally, and simply folded his arms and stopped talking. Only then did He Jialun relax, taking a deep breath, fluffy and soft dog hair grew out of his body again, and two ears popped up on the top of his head.
"I didn't bring a replacement pair of pants today, so I changed to this point first... Achoo!"
After saying a word, He Jialun couldn't help but sneezed violently again, rubbed his nose with his fluffy paws, and sat down on the examination table: "The werewolf couldn't maintain his transformed state too much. After a while, he will turn back into a human in a while, and the next time he will turn into a full moon will be. If you don’t want him to change again, just inject him with my serum.”
"Have you all moved with the times like this?"
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such an advanced method. Shang Haojia took out a first-aid kit from the cabinet, but still couldn't help sighing: "I always thought that werewolves should be a very ancient and mysterious race, and they generally don't know how to mix with serum. The word ties together…”
"There are still five thousand years left in China, don't you already use oracle bone inscriptions?"
He Jialun answered straightforwardly, his pricked ears couldn't help shaking, obviously very satisfied with his answer.
"That's right, it's much easier for you to integrate into human society than vampires."
Holding the complex iodine cotton ball and didn't know where to start, Shang Haojia held his chin and looked at the fluffy paw for a while, and finally picked up a pair of surgical scissors decisively: "Close your eyes, I'm afraid of you If they rushed out crying again, then our hospital would be really famous.”
"You, what are you doing—"
He Jialun asked vigilantly, and the ears on the top of his head fell down uncomfortably. Just as he was about to dodge back, his paws suddenly felt cold.
The sound of shearing seems to be extremely harsh in the quiet small operating room, feeling that the proud dog hair was mercilessly cut off a small piece of baldness by the terrible human doctor, and He Jialun, who was in a wolf dog state, twitched aggrievedly. Sniffing, suddenly cried out with a bark.
"Don't cry, don't cry—after you become a werewolf, your personality is really different from usual..."
Shang Haojia sighed with a headache, gave a loving hug to the shivering humanoid dog in front of him, sterilized it several times with a cotton ball, then picked up the needle and stabbed it neatly.
If there is anything that broke Dr. Shang more than the experience of practicing pediatrics, it was drawing blood from a humanoid husky. After such an incredible experience, fellow veterinarians finally replaced pediatricians in Shang The most touching position in the mind of the doctor.
"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"
After the husky friend's blood was drawn, the wolf transformation on the young man suddenly disappeared again just as abruptly as it had appeared, and he opened his eyes in confusion.
"It's okay, you had some hallucinations just now, what is it?"
He coldly picked up the husky who was still whimpering with its paws in the corner of the room. Shang Haojia pressed the young man's shoulder with one hand, and waved two fingers in front of his eyes.
Before the young man could react, he hesitated for a while before tentatively opening his mouth: "Two...?"
"It's okay—since you know how to count, stay here and call someone for me. Anyway, I can't let you out now."
Undoing the belt that bound his legs and the medical tape that bound his thumbs, Shang Haojia patted his shoulder and pointed out the door.
Although the young man hadn't understood the situation yet, after reacting for two seconds, he immediately jumped up excitedly: "It's easy to talk about it—I can tell them later that I am an assistant for the doctor's surgery!"
Shang Haojia shook his head with a smile, put the extracted plasma in a normal saline bottle, took out another debridement bag, and changed into a new pair of sterile gloves.
There were still many wounded outside, the young man pushed open the door excitedly, straightened his chest and waved in a dignified way: "Next, next, move faster!"
The nurses have completed the initial debridement outside, and there are young people who are dutifully helping to send the patients inside. Shang Haojia only needed to disinfect and suture the wound. Except that the big human-shaped dog in the outer corner kept whimpering, and occasionally made him have to make up an excuse to explain a few words, everything became skillful and pleasant.
"Doctor, doctor, this is the last one—it's not me. Your speed is absolutely top-notch. I've seen other people's operating rooms, and they're not as fast as ours..."
It wasn't until all the suturing tasks were finished and the last injured person was pushed out of the small operating room that the young man ran back quickly. Holding the sliding door of the aseptic area, leaning over and giving him a thumbs up excitedly.
Although none of them were fatal wounds, most of them had injured the muscle layer, and it was not easy to suture them. The long-term high mental concentration made Shang Haojia a little tired, rubbed his sore eyes, took off the mask and gloves and walked out of the sterile area: "You have worked hard today, your situation is a bit special, I need to talk to you explain… "
At this time, He Jialun had recovered his human state, but his mood was still very low. He crouched in the corner with his knees in his arms and said nothing, obviously he had been hit hard.
Feeling that the husky's fragile heart was hurt again, Dr. Shang's guilt surged up again uncontrollably, and he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, the situation was too urgent at that time, my attitude Not good—I should have asked your opinion before shaving you."
"No no - I'm not angry with you, I'm just angry with myself, how can I be so ashamed..."
He Jialun replied in a muffled voice, with a distinct nasal tone when speaking, and sneezed hard again as soon as he finished speaking.
Patting him on the shoulder sympathetically, Shang Haojia was about to comfort him when the door of the operating room was suddenly opened, and a familiar figure came in lightly and gracefully from outside the door.
"Mr. Wei, why did you run in by yourself—are you okay with so many injuries?"
In such a chaotic situation, Shang Haojia was finally relieved to see an acquaintance who had seemed very reliable so far, and his tone became lighter.
Keenly aware of the change in his tone, Wei Long put a smile on his black pupils, and stepped forward to give him a warm hug: "I should thank your hospital for its amazing work efficiency. When I came in, this The hospital is no different than it used to be—my friend, it looks like you've had a hard time today. I smell at least half a dozen people's blood on you, and the remnants of an unscrupulous werewolf who took the opportunity to cuddle breath..."
"It's really not light - you came just in time, I have something very important to ask you."
Before recovering from the professional state of a doctor, Shang Haojia briefly hugged him, then raised his hand to support Wei Long's shoulder, and looked at him solemnly: "My dear friend, I know you are dizzy." Blood—but are you sick of serum?"