"Have you really scared people to death? Brother Yun, you are so brave to play this kind of music."
Lao He said tremblingly.
"I like Teacher Wu's style of music. It's simple, clean and unpretentious." Su Yundao said, "It's a rumor that scares people to death. It's an appropriate exaggeration. Don't you know this rhetorical technique? You used to be a physical education teacher in Chinese. Taught?”
Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress, don’t let me die too early
As he was talking, singing started.
Some kind of avant-garde experimental music tune with lyrics, plus a parasitic fetus under the semi-permeable membrane in front of me...
Lao He felt that his legs were a little weak and wanted to go to the toilet. Waves of swelling and pain came from his prostate. He tried hard to overcome some physiological needs and tried to stand in front of the operating table without stage fright.
What the hell is this! If someone else had let it go, even if it was Director Xu, Lao He would have to fight with him.
But this was played by Brother Yun, and it was played randomly. Although Lao He was scared, he didn't move. Because he heard Su Yun humming softly, as if he was making a chorus.
Young, courageous, full of firepower, not afraid of monsters, Lao He thought to himself.
"Xiaocao, are you okay?" Lao He saw that Quan Xiaocao was no longer trembling, and he quickly asked cautiously.
"Hey... He... Teacher, please help me." Quan Xiaocao whispered.
Lao He quickly took a look at the various values, and found that everything was fine. Then he came to Quan Xiaocao's side.
Late at night, your hair falls; late at night, you close your eyes; this is a secret agreement; belong to me, belong to you
The singing continued, and the lyrics were pretty good, but paired with that weird style of music, there was a weird atmosphere permeating the entire operating room.
"Xiaocao, what's wrong?" Lao He asked.
"Teacher He, please give me a hand. I'll sit down for a while. My legs are a little weak." Quan Xiaocao's body stiffened. After saying a few words, his upper and lower teeth began to collide, making a gurgling sound.
Lao He sighed in his heart. Boss Zheng was right. If Xiaocao was standing on the operating table, how could she, a coward like her, still pull the hook? help
Nonsense, it's only a disservice.
He held Quan Xiaocao's arm and could clearly feel a layer of fine pimples appearing on the skin of Quan Xiaocao's forearm. His hands and arms were as cold as ice.
"Look at you, let me help you out." Lao He said.
"No, I'll just sit down for a while." Quan Xiaocao had her own stubbornness. When it came to such a rare surgery, she still wanted to finish it. This is the accumulation of clinical experience, and everyone has come through this.
Lao He had no choice but to help Quan Xiaocao to the corner and sit on a small round stool. Lao He was quite considerate. He found a surgical gown for Quan Xiaocao to put on him.
Although doing this could not comfort Quan Xiaocao's fear, it could protect the temperature to some extent.
The wedding dress is red; the poison is white
The singing continues.
"Brother Yun, this song sounds so scary." Lao He whispered.
"Well, according to this song, countless ghost stories have been made up on the Internet." Su Yundao, "You can also know what kind of stories they are by listening to the lyrics. There is nothing new at all, and it is not scary."
Lao He thought to himself, just like this... isn't it scary
He did not return to the patient's head, but stood behind Boss Zheng and asked his assistant to look at the ventilator and monitor.
Boss Zheng's side is quite warm, and the yang energy is really strong. In addition, the entire operating room seemed like an ice cave, too cold to speak.
"Boss, your operation is too slow." Su Yun said a little doubtfully: "What are you thinking about?"
Zheng Ren did not speak, but tapped the suction device in Su Yun's hand with his hand, indicating that the suction device would follow.
Feng Jianguo looked at the parasitic fetus in front of him and heard the red wedding dress in his ears. He was even more scared than Quan Xiaocao.
Xingfu Street was not one of the earliest rock bands, but they were the mainstay of the Imperial City rock scene when it was in decline.
Who wasn’t a rock n’ roll kid when they were young
Lao He didn't know this song, but Feng Jianguo did. This was a song that he never dared to listen to again after hearing it once, but he didn't expect to encounter it during a parasitic fetus operation, and it became background music.
As if he was returning to the past, Feng Jianguo watched Boss Zheng perform the operation in a daze, but his eyes looked at the parasitic fetus from time to time.
Some people say that this song is a story between a heartless man and a woman, but Feng Jianguo's first thought after listening to this song was abortion.
Whether it’s the lyrics, the music, or even the images in front of me, they all match perfectly.
If Feng Jianguo had not already taken power and the patient came to see him, he might have escaped by now.
Just grit your teeth and listen, it will be over soon, Feng Jianguo thought to himself.
It's not my fault that I had a late night supper, it's not my fault that I had a late supper.
With slightly odd words, the song ends.
Feng Jianguo took a long breath and finally finished. He glanced at Su Yun with some resentment, feeling particularly dissatisfied.
The slightly rustic "Good Luck" sounds so good in retrospect. In fact, no matter what song it is, it is better than "Red Wedding Dress".
It's not that the song isn't nice, but it's just that it fits the situation so well.
Especially in the last few sentences, Feng Jianguo seemed to hear the cry of the parasitic fetus. He was even worried that the parasitic fetus would point its finger at him and say that he had killed him.
At this time, Feng Jianguo really missed that good luck song.
It's not my fault that I had a late night supper, it's not my fault that I had a late supper.
The last sentence is repeated repeatedly, and the song "Red Wedding Dress" finally comes to an end...
MD, who knows whose fault it is. Don't think too much about this matter. If you think too much, scenes of ghost stories from the Chinese chat room will appear in your mind and you won't be able to get rid of them.
Feng Jianguo, the second assistant, was almost a decoration. Boss Zheng was steadily performing the operation on the operating table, and Su Yun was humming the red wedding dress and cooperating. Even the big and thick male equipment nurse was a little timid and looked around from time to time.
Let's end it quickly. Boss Zheng's surgery is really slow. Can't it be done faster? Feng Jianguo thought to himself.
But the music was melodious, and the second randomly played song was Red Wedding Dress.
Randomly play two combos, how did such low-probability events happen together? !
Lao He and Feng Jianguo were both startled. Su Yun smiled and said, "It seems that this song is really lucky."
Can this be considered good luck? !
Lao He was speechless.
Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said: "The big curved hook, straighten it."
"What are you trying to straighten?" the equipment nurse asked with a slightly trembling voice. He was distracted just now and didn't hear the first half of Boss Zheng's words.
"Brother, what are you thinking about? How about straightening something that is crooked?" Su Yun said disdainfully: "On the operating table, besides the big curved retractor that can straighten it, what else are you going to straighten? "