"I'm not a professor, I'm just a doctor from the First City Hospital." Zheng Ren said truthfully, "Lie down, there are only a few injections left. Your wound is contaminated again and needs to be disinfected again."
This time when the iodophor was used for disinfection, the injured did not make any screams as if he were dying. He just breathed a few breaths and then held back.
"Dr. Zheng, right? I thought you were a foreign professor."
"why?"
"Because the professors Mr. Wei hired are said to be one of the few in the world. I didn't expect you to be so young."
Zheng Ren didn't answer. With a flick of his wrist, the horn needle came out and tied a knot smoothly.
Zheng Ren was so frightened just now that his hands were still shaking a little, and the knot didn't look very good. He sighed, cut off the knot, and sewed it up again.
"Even if I admit my mistake, the Third Master can't admit my mistake." The injured person is a chatterbox. Perhaps he wants to use dialogue to relieve his nervousness, so he keeps talking: "Although I am a little person, we are the hero of Haicheng. I still know the score. I didn’t expect Third Master to know you. It seems like I’m right to come to the First Hospital of the City this time.”
Zheng Ren didn't want to talk and didn't know what to say. This scene dialogue mode is not suitable for him.
Soon, the last stitch was finished. Zheng Ren aligned the edges of the skin neatly and said, "Okay, you can go out."
As he spoke, he took the incision bag to the sink, turned on the tap water with his elbow, and started rinsing the surgical instruments.
Once blood coagulates, it is difficult to clean.
Therefore, the sterilization room strictly requires that surgical instruments must be cleaned before they can be sterilized in a high-pressure steamer.
"Zheng... Doctor Zheng, can I go out with you?" The injured man's face turned pale and he asked carefully while standing behind Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren didn't know what the injured would face once he went out. After thinking about it, he asked, "Do I need to call the police?"
"It's definitely not necessary." The injured person grinned, "You have to go through it sooner or later. There is no need to call the police or not."
"Okay." Zheng Ren didn't insist, and he didn't want to know too much about the rules of society, so he agreed directly.
While doing the final cleaning work, the images in the inexplicable space deep in Zheng Ren's consciousness began to edit themselves. The images changed rapidly and countless afterimages appeared.
Then the mirage seemed to turn into a computer monitor, connected to the Internet on its own, and entered a website called Xinglin Garden without any hesitation.
There are no complicated procedures such as registration and login, and it is even better than the administrator.
This website is a website for doctors to communicate with each other, and the people who visit it are all professional doctors.
Legend has it that some of the country's top doctors also visit Xinglin Garden, but they are used to being predators in deep waters and never post or reply.
The video of Zheng Ren's suturing just now was posted.
It was lunch break, and many people were browsing in Xinglin Garden. A new post gets dozens of clicks in an instant.
"Who put in such an ordinary suture?"
"The conditions are simple and the technique is average. I suggest using continuous subcutaneous sutures and absorbable catgut next time, so as to gain some views."
“The video was beautifully recorded, but the surgery was lackluster, bad review.”
There were only a few comments, but within a few minutes they were pushed out of the front page and disappeared.
A few comments turned into dim light and flew into the fox statue in front of the hut.
There was an inexplicable distortion in the space deep in Zheng Ren's consciousness, and a violent anger roared and echoed like a violent wind, as if a certain being was furious.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was cleaning the surgical tools when he suddenly felt a chill coming from the depths of his soul.
He ignored the work at hand and felt that something was wrong with the system, so he immediately entered the system space to find out.
Just as he appeared, before he could clearly see the surrounding situation, a line of words appeared on the light screen in front of him. The font appeared extremely fast. Zheng Ren was sure that he was feeling uneasy and the problem was in the system space.
System task: complete at least ten surgeries in three days, and the completion of the surgeries must reach a perfect level.
Below the mission, there is a row of surgical options.
The last line is marked in red and eye-catching font:
Mission reward: unknown
Mission penalty: obliterate
"..." Zheng Ren was stunned. Why was the system that was peaceful just now so angry? A perfect surgery is not something that a small surgeon can do on his own.
Can even the experts from the Imperial Capital and the Magic Capital complete a perfect surgery 100%? Zheng Ren thought it was impossible.
The mission reward is unknown and the punishment is erasure. Could it be that the system feels that my talent is limited and is preparing to let myself die suddenly so that I can find the next host
This is just too bad.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and temples, and Zheng Ren quickly took a deep breath to calm down.
Zheng Ren has no doubts about the system's capabilities, and its diagnosis of patients is extremely accurate, making it the best plug-in.
Because of this, he had no doubt that the system would silently erase him and fake his sudden death.
Calm down, calm down, Zheng Ren looked at the system tasks again, and after confirming that Shou was malicious, he began to look for the surgery method.
In three days, at least ten surgeries had to be completed, and they had to be perfect surgeries. Faced with hundreds of options, Zheng Ren chose appendectomy without hesitation.
After all, he was born in a general surgery department, and Zheng Renneng performed the surgery himself. The only surgery he performed most was appendectomy.
It can only be at the perfect level... Zheng Ren didn't dare to think about it at all, so he could only try his best.
What is the use of the system? What is the use of poetry and distance? The system master and life will still punish you no matter how far away you are.
When his finger pointed at the appendectomy procedure, the mirage shattered, and countless fragments flew down, and then reassembled.
The world around Zheng Ren changed drastically, the blue sky and white clouds disappeared, and an operating room and operating bed appeared in front of him. What surprised Zheng Ren the most was that the dummy lying on the operating bed was so lifelike. It was countless times more realistic than the dummies used in ordinary medical departments.
Task reward: Use the system space to practice a surgical technique. The rewards will be distributed in advance, so please cherish this last opportunity.
The cold mechanical female voice seemed to have become a bit sharper, reminding Zheng Ren all the time what he was about to face.
"How long can I practice here?" Zheng Ren took advantage of the appearance of the mechanical female voice and quickly tried to communicate.
"Now the host is in a state of stillness in space and time, and the flow rate in real space is zero. The system can maintain this state... The system calculation is running..." The mechanical female voice finally became messy, as if the power supply was insufficient.
In the end, the mechanical female voice did not appear again, leaving Zheng Ren with only a line of cold numbers: 15:6:23:15.
In other words, I have to practice appendicitis surgery continuously for 15 days in the system space? Zheng Ren knew that he had been sentenced to a suspended death sentence. These little more than 15 days were the last straw he could hold.
There is no assistant, no equipment nurse, only Zheng Ren.
He pondered for a few minutes, finally recognized the reality and decided to give it a try.
The scalpel is thin and shiny, and the appendectomy practice begins.
The case given by the system was very simple. After incision of the peritoneum, the inflamed appendix "popped" out on its own. The appendix artery was ligated and resected... everything was done perfectly.
Soon, an appendectomy was completed.
Zheng Ren raised his head and glanced, and the system evaluation appeared in the upper right corner of his field of vision: the operation time was 15 minutes, and the rating was good.
Uh... It's just appendicitis. Can I still make flowers? Zheng Ren cursed.
But the system is the boss, and I have to complete the tasks given by the system.
So Zheng Ren began endless appendectomy practice.
All kinds of appendicitis, all kinds of innovative techniques, Zheng Ren used all the techniques he had learned, seen, and heard about, and even made creative improvements.
Zheng Ren is eager to learn and subscribes to various medical literature.
Zheng Ren has a great mind and has had countless ideas.
In the system space, Zheng Ren seemed to have entered a land of bliss. The prophecy of forgetting to be erased was like a knife on his neck. He began to improve his appendectomy skills and even put into practice all kinds of fantastic ideas.
Simple appendicitis was really turned into a disease by him.
From a case of simple appendicitis in the first 15 minutes to a complex case of purulent appendicitis in the last 5 minutes, Zheng Ren forgot everything and was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
The system's evaluation of the surgery also ranged from good to excellent.
With 2 days left, he was already able to reach the perfect state recognized by the system.
But Zheng Ren didn't dare to relax and still optimized every step. This was a matter of life and death, and he did not dare to ignore it.
At the last second, time returned to zero, and the operating room around Zheng Ren disappeared. Without any communication, he was directly kicked out of the system space.
Zheng Ren felt that the system space seemed to become very dim, as if there was a thick layer of dark clouds in the sky and a violent storm was approaching. The air was no longer fresh and filled with the smell of blood.
"Whoa, whoa, whoosh..." The sound of water reached his ears, and Zheng Ren came back to his senses.
Time really didn't pass outside, but Zheng Ren felt as if he had aged twenty years.
In this "moment", I performed more than 2,300 appendicitis surgeries and ended my lifetime of appendicitis.
He quickly rinsed the surgical instruments, put the incision bag into the sterile bucket, and then opened the operating room door.
"Hello, Dr. Zheng."
The sound is sonorous, powerful and uniform.
The gangsters had disappeared, and the third master stood leisurely at the door. A dozen people in black suits on both sides of the corridor bent down and saluted at the same time.
"Cool!" The crowd watching the fun not far away cheered.
"Dr. Zheng, I'm sorry, the young lady is currently involved in some worldly matters." The third master said gently: "Does Dr. Zheng have time tonight?"
time? What I lack is time.
Zheng Ren didn't think twice and subconsciously replied: "No."
“…”
The air was filled with the smell of embarrassment.
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