Chapter 10 Appendectomy Intensive Training

"I'm not a professor, but a doctor in the city's first hospital." Zheng Ren told the truth, "After lying down, there are only a few needles left. Your wound is contaminated again and needs to be disinfected."

During the disinfection with iodophor this time, the injured person did not make a dying cry, but held back his breath after a few breaths of cold air.

"Dr. Zheng, right? I thought you were a foreign professor."

"why?"

"Because the professors hired by Mr. Bu Lao 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 slight flick of his wrist, the horn needle pierced out and tied a knot.

He was so frightened just now that Zheng Ren's hands were still shaking, and the knots were not very good-looking. With a sigh, he cut the knots and sewed them up again.

"I just admit that I was wrong, and the third master can't admit it." The injured person was a chatter, maybe he wanted to use dialogue to ease his nervousness, so he kept saying: "Although I am a small person, we are the hero of Haicheng. The spectrum still knows. I didn't expect the third master to know you. It seems that I came to the first hospital 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, after the last stitch was finished, Zheng Ren aligned the edges of the leather 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 has coagulated, it is difficult to wash off.

Therefore, the disinfection 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 person asked carefully while standing behind Zheng Ren, his face pale.

Zheng Ren didn't know what the wounded would face once they went out. After thinking about it, he asked, "Do I need to call the police?"

"Definitely don't need it." The injured grinned, "Sooner or later, it's necessary to go through it again. It's unnecessary to call the police or not."

"Okay." Zheng Ren didn't insist, and didn't want to know too much about the rules of society, so he agreed directly.

Just as he was doing the final cleaning, the images in the inexplicable space deep in Zheng Ren's consciousness began to be edited by themselves. The images changed rapidly, and countless afterimages appeared.

Then Mirage seemed to become a computer monitor, connected to the Internet by itself, and entered a website called Xinglinyuan without hesitation.

There are no complicated procedures such as registration and login, which is even better than the administrator.

This website is a website for doctors to communicate with each other, and they are all professional doctors.

Legend has it that some of the top doctors in China are also browsing in Xinglinyuan, but they are used to being deep-water predators, and they never post or reply.

The video that Zheng Ren stitched up just now was posted.

It was lunch break, and there were many people browsing in Xinglin Garden. A new post, instantly dozens of clicks.

"Who put up such an ordinary suture?"

"The conditions are simple and the technique is general. I suggest using continuous subcutaneous suture next time and absorbable catgut, so as to gain more views."

"The video is beautifully recorded, but the surgery has no bright spots. Bad reviews."

Only a few comments were squeezed out of the front page after a few minutes.

A few comments turned into dim light and flew into the fox statue in front of the hut.

The inexplicable space in the depths of Zheng Ren's consciousness was distorted, and a violent anger whistled and reverberated like a gust of wind, as if a certain existence was furious.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was cleaning the surgical equipment when he suddenly felt an icy cold gushing out from the depths of his soul.

He didn't care about the work at hand, and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the system, and immediately entered the system space to find out.

Just appeared, before I could see the surrounding situation clearly, a line of words appeared on the light screen in front of me. The font appeared very fast, Zheng Ren was sure that he was uneasy, and the problem came from the system space.

[System task: Complete at least ten surgeries in three days, and the completion of the surgeries must reach the perfect level. 】

Below the mission, is a large list of surgical options.

The last line is marked in red bold font:

[Task reward: unknown. If the task cannot be completed, due to the low energy of the system, it will…]

"..." Zheng Ren was stunned, why did the system that was just calm and drizzle get angry? A perfect level of surgery is not something that a small attending doctor can do.

Even the big cows in the imperial capital and the magic capital can complete a perfect level operation 100%? Zheng Ren felt that it was impossible.

The quest reward is unknown, and the punishment is an unknown threat.

Could it be that the system feels that its talent is limited and is ready to die suddenly so that it can find the next host?

It's just so stupid.

The cold sweat on his forehead, temples and back suddenly burst out, Zheng Ren quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Zheng Ren has no doubts about the ability of the system, and the diagnosis of the patient is extremely accurate, which is called the best plug-in.

Because of this, he had no doubt that the system would silently obliterate him and create the illusion of sudden death.

Calm, calm, Zheng Ren looked at the system task again, and after confirming that he was slowly malicious, he began to look for the surgical technique.

In three days, to complete at least ten operations, it must be a perfect level of surgery. Facing hundreds of options, Zheng Ren chose appendectomy without hesitation.

After all, he was born in general surgery, and Zheng Ren was able to perform the surgery himself, and the most he had done was appendectomy.

Only at the perfect level... Zheng Ren didn't dare to think about it at all, he could only try his best.

What is the system for? What is the use of poetry and distance? The system god and life will still punish themselves even if they are far away.

Pointing to the surgical procedure of appendectomy, the mirage shattered, countless fragments flew off, and then reassembled.

The world around Zheng Ren changed dramatically, the blue sky and white clouds disappeared, and an operating room and operating table appeared in front of him. What surprised Zheng Ren the most was that the dummy lying on the operating bed was lifelike, many times more real than the dummies used in ordinary medicine.

[Task reward: Use the system space to practice a surgical technique. Rewards will be issued in advance, please cherish the last chance. 】

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 hurriedly tried to communicate when the mechanical female voice appeared.

"Now the host is in a static state of time and space, and the flow rate in the real space is zero. The system can maintain this state... The system is calculating and 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 only a line of cold numbers for Zheng Ren: 15:6:23:15.

In other words, do you want to practice 15 days of appendicitis surgery continuously in the system space? Zheng Ren knew that he had been given a suspended death sentence, and the last 15 days was the last straw that he could hold.

There are no assistants, no equipment nurses, only Zheng Ren.

He pondered for a few minutes, finally realized the reality, and decided to give it a go.

The scalpel is thin and bright, and the practice of appendectomy begins.

The cases given by the system are very simple. After the peritoneum is incised, the inflamed appendix “pops” out on its own. The appendix artery was ligated, removed... everything was done perfectly.

Soon, an appendectomy was done.

Zheng Ren raised his head and glanced, and the systematic review appeared in the upper right corner of the field of vision: the operation time was 15 minutes, and the rating was good.

Uh... it's just appendicitis, can you still make flowers? Zheng Ren sneered.

But the system is the uncle, and the task given by the system has to be completed by itself.