After the light flashed, Zheng Ren saw three books appearing in front of him.
Three identical books.
The system uncle is really lazy. The items in the silver treasure chests are all the same and there are no surprises.
Zheng Ren didn't take into account his non-chief physique at all. If he were more mature, he might be able to get a bigger surprise.
The three books are books that improve skill levels, and they can also be regarded as skill books. They can upgrade any skill tree to an advanced peak level.
In terms of hierarchical calculation, a book is worth at most 1,000 skill points.
Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. It would have been great if he had given himself 3,000 skill points. With the 930 skill points he had saved from between his teeth, his general surgery level could have been raised to master level.
After some calculation, Zheng Ren also kept the three skill books and did not use them immediately.
The key is that the threat of erasure by the system uncle brought a huge psychological shadow to Zheng Ren, which covered an area of three kilograms (well, it was not a typo).
He always has some backup options, isn't he
Just like the deep vein puncture technology just now, if Zheng Ren hadn't left thousands of experience points to exchange for surgical training time, he probably wouldn't have been able to save so many people.
Zheng Ren is not stupid. When he was in the orphanage, he read all kinds of books donated by kind people from all over the country. He had to do odd jobs every day after school to support himself, and he still got admitted to the top medical university in the country.
As for graduate students who are exempt from examinations, as long as their supervisors are not blind, they will accept them.
He gradually figured out the behavior pattern of the system. Every time he was induced, there seemed to be a corresponding patient who needed to be treated by himself.
In other words, the system boss seems to have the ability to predict the future for a short period of time.
Then...should I learn interventional surgery? After thinking about it, Zheng Ren gradually came up with the idea of wearing a lead garment for interventional surgery.
But it's just an idea. Zheng Ren has no plans to implement this idea for the time being.
The system experience value is not worth spending. With 75,000 experience points, there is only less than 21 hours of surgical training time after full calculation.
For a completely unfamiliar branch of surgery, 20 hours is a lot of work.
This is completely different from the initial 20 days of surgical training given by the system uncle. At that time, the light and shadow in the system space became blurred, as if it would be shattered in the next second.
Zheng Ren had a feeling that the system was in an extremely dangerous state at that time, so giving him 20 days of training time was probably a desperate move.
As for now, just slowly accumulate time for surgical training.
Besides, the biggest problem now is not to learn the surgery, but to take a good rest. I am already suffering from hypoglycemia.
Zheng Ren didn't want to lie in the funeral parlor tomorrow, watching the hateful leader of the hospital read an insincere eulogy to him.
With the recovery of system space, I am not lacking in mental strength, but my body is a little overwhelmed.
Zheng Ren saw that the system no longer issued new tasks and observed changes in the system space. At this moment, he suddenly felt that a crisis was approaching, and with a thought, he returned to the present world.
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"That's him! You son of a bitch, how dare you hit my mother!" A violent voice came from not far away.
"He was the one who kicked me! He was a doctor, bullshit!" The old lady who had previously grabbed Dean Xiao's neck collar to cause trouble in the hospital appeared lively, pointed at Zheng Ren, and said viciously with saliva flying everywhere.
As for whether Zheng Ren kicked her at that time, she didn't care.
His blood sugar has returned to normal, and the sweat behind Zheng Ren has gradually dried up, sticking to his body with a sticky and uncomfortable feeling.
Zheng Ren looked up and saw a tall man with distorted dragon-shaped tattoos on his exposed neck, arms, and hands. He was wearing a thick gold and orange necklace as thick as a finger. He led a few people in. Come in.
The corridor was full of emergency patients and their families. They were stunned and carefully made way for the strong man who looked fierce.
Generally, no one wants to mess with such evil people.
Because the first aid work has come to an end, the police from nearby substations who were maintaining order have left.
Hearing the noise and noise outside, two hospital security guards opened the large iron door of the security room and stuck their heads out.
"Look at you being paralyzed!" The strong man cursed, his eyes widened, and his domineering expression was revealed.
The two security guards didn't hesitate at all, and immediately closed the big iron door with a smile on their faces.
The "bang" sound provided the background music for the rapid imitation movements and inner panic.
Zheng Ren was helpless. This kind of thing happened too often in the hospital.
The security guard is also a contract worker, but he only wears a police uniform. If there was a dispute, they would not dare to take action. If you hurt someone, regardless of right or wrong, fire the security guard first, then pay compensation and apologize.
They are all a group of hard-working buddies, and Zheng Ren did not express dissatisfaction with the security guard's retreat.
What should you do if you encounter this situation
If you get beaten, what else can you do
Incidents of medical staff being beaten happen every day across the country. The Second Xiangya Hospital is considered the most courageous hospital. What is the final result? It's not so chilling.
Facing the big man as big as an iron tower, a thought flashed through Zheng Ren's mind. If he was injured, could he be the surgeon himself and perform the surgery under local anesthesia
Although he was scared, Zheng Ren did not give up.
Of course, it’s useless to be timid, that’s for sure.
You're going to get beaten anyway, so who can you show to someone like this
Zheng Ren was silent, stood up, and moved his shoulders and neck.
Several doctors and nurses tried to stop him tremblingly, but were frightened by the strong man's momentum. They are all educated people, they talk but don't use hands, and no one has ever had a fight.
"Hey, little brother, you still want to practice your skills?" Tieta smiled grimly, clenching his fists like sandbags. Ten steps away, Zheng Ren could hear the crunching sound of his fists.
Zheng Ren was not prepared to resist. He had never used the personal combat skill. How could he use it to fight someone
He was just stretching his muscles so that he could recover faster after being beaten.
The originally noisy corridor became quiet, and hundreds of people looked at each other in silence.
"What are you going to do?" Xie Yiren rushed to Zheng Ren and opened his hands, trying to protect him with his body.
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, considering Xie Yiren's small figure...slim figure, without a trace of fat. It's nice to look at, but it's definitely not resistant to beating. One punch and it will break.
He quickly covered Xie Yiren's mouth and pulled her behind him. Zheng Ren has admitted the crime and only hopes that his sister-in-law will never suffer the same fate as him.
Tie Ta was obviously very satisfied with his deterrence. He looked at Zheng Ren like a cat and a mouse and smiled ferociously. He said angrily: "That's pretty awesome. You dare to hit my mother?"
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, trying to reason with him? joke!
This is the difference between wearing a hat and not wearing a hat.
I tried hard to recall the skillful self-protective actions of the elder brother in the emergency operating room when he encountered this kind of situation.
Zheng Ren felt that he couldn't learn it. The elder brother must have been beaten countless times to develop such a skill.
Director Pan was not here, so he went to the internal medicine ward to find an empty bed. Fortunately, he's not here, but Director Pan has such a bad temper. If he were here, wouldn't he be beaten with him
I'm young, so it's okay to be beaten. Director Pan’s old arms and legs are broken, which would be very bad.
Zheng Ren lowered himself and protected Xie Yiren in the corner, holding his head in his hands in an awkward posture.
"Young man, doctors are life-saving bodhisattvas." An old man whispered while lying on a bed in the corridor of the emergency department.
The voice was very low, but the corridor was extremely quiet. Many people around heard the old man's words.
His symptoms of nitrite poisoning were not severe, which may be related to the fact that the elderly do not eat much.
After taking Meilan quietly, the light blue-gray color all over my body has gradually faded, and I am obviously getting better.
"Dad, stop talking." A middle-aged man in his forties whispered in his ear to dissuade him, turning his face sideways and smiling at Heita.
"Beast!" The old man got a little excited and slapped his son on the face, "How did I teach you?!"
His voice rose, and the two veins on his forehead bulged, looking very scary.
He has little strength and a small voice.
But this slap seemed to slap everyone in the face and hit everyone in the heart, and the atmosphere in the corridor was stagnant.
"Dad, control your emotions and pay attention to your blood pressure." This frightened the middle-aged man. It would be even more hilarious if the cerebral blood vessels ruptured and bleed due to emotional excitement.
"A little kindness will be repaid with a spring!" The old man struggled to get up. "How tired is this doctor from saving people? You just watch him get beaten? Get out! You don't need to help me, I don't have a son like you!" "