Chapter 47 A Little Water, Spring News

After the brilliance flickered, Zheng Ren saw three books appear in front of him.

Three identical books.

The system uncle is really lazy, the silver treasure chest contains the same things, there are no surprises.

Zheng Ren didn't take into account his non-chief physique at all. If Ou Yidian, he might be able to open a bigger surprise.

The three books are books that improve the skill level, and they can be regarded as skill books. They can improve any skill tree to the advanced peak level.

In terms of grading, a book is worth 1000 skill points at most.

Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. It would be great if he gave himself 3,000 skill points. With the 930 skill points he saved from the gap between his teeth, his general surgery level could be raised to the master level.

After thinking about it, Zheng Ren also kept the three skill books, and did not use them immediately.

The key is that Uncle System's threat of erasure brought a huge psychological shadow to Zheng Ren, and the area must be three kilograms (well, not a typo).

He always has to stay behind.

Just like the deep vein puncture technique just now, if Zheng Ren had not left thousands of experience points to exchange for the training time for the operation, he would not be able to save so many people.

Zheng Ren is not stupid. Back then, in the orphanage, he read various books donated by well-wishers from all over the world. Every day after school, he had to do odd jobs to support himself, and he was still admitted to the top medical university in the country.

As for exempt graduate students, as long as the tutor is not blind, he will be accepted.

He gradually figured out the behavioral pattern of the system, and every time he was induced, it seemed that there was a corresponding patient who needed to be treated by himself.

In other words, the system master seems to have the ability to predict for a short period of time.

So... should I learn interventional surgery? After thinking about it, Zheng Ren gradually came up with the idea of ​​putting on a lead coat for interventional surgery.

But it's just an idea, and Zheng Ren has no plans to implement this idea for the time being.

The experience value of the system can't resist spending, 75,000 experience points, and only less than 21 hours of surgery training time after full calculation.

For a completely unfamiliar branch of surgery, 20 hours is a lot of shit.

This is completely different from the 20-day surgery training time that the system uncle directly gave at the beginning. At that time, the light and shadow of the system space became blurred, as if it would shatter in the next second.

Zheng Ren had a feeling that the system was in an extremely dangerous state at that time, and he directly gave 20 days of training time, which should be a move that broke the boat.

As for now, it's better to slowly accumulate the time for surgery training.

Besides, the biggest problem now is not to learn surgery, but to take a good rest, and I have low blood sugar.

Zheng Ren didn't want to lie in the funeral home tomorrow, watching the disgusting hospital leader read an insincere eulogy to him.

With the recovery of the system space, there is no lack of mental power, but the body is a little overwhelmed.

Zheng Ren sees that the system will no longer issue new tasks and observe changes in the system space. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of imminent crisis, and with a thought, he returned to the world.

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"It's him! Son of a bitch, dare to beat my mother!" A violent voice came from not far away.

"It's me who kicked me! It's still a doctor, shit!" The old lady who had been making trouble by grabbing President Xiao's neck and collar before appeared in a lively manner, pointed at Zheng Ren, and said fiercely with saliva.

As for whether Zheng Ren kicked her at that time, she didn't care.

The blood sugar has returned to normal, and the sweat behind Zheng Ren is gradually drying, sticking to his body, sticky and uncomfortable.

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 necklace of gold, orange and orange on his fingers. He led a few people to break in. Come in.

The corridor was full of first-aid patients and their families. They were stunned, and carefully made way for the strong man who looked fierce and vicious.

Generally, no one wants to provoke such evil people.

Because the emergency work has come to an end, the police from the nearby precinct that maintains order have left.

Hearing the noise and noise outside, two security guards equipped with the hospital opened the big iron door of the guard room and stuck their heads out.

"Look at you paralyzed!" The strong man scolded, his eyes widened, his domineering side leaked.

The two security guards didn't hesitate at all, and immediately followed with a smile and closed the big iron gate.

"Bang" made the background music for the rapid imitation movements and inner panic.

Zheng Ren was helpless. In the hospital, this kind of thing happened too often.

The security guard is also a contract worker, just wearing a police uniform. If there is a dispute, they dare not make a move. If you hurt someone, regardless of right or wrong, the security guard will be fired first, and then you will pay compensation and apologize.

They were all hard-working buddies, and Zheng Ren did not express dissatisfaction with the security guard's retreat.

What should I do in this situation?

Get beaten, what else can I do.

Doctors and nurses are beaten every day across the country, and the Second Xiangya Hospital is considered to be the hospital with the most backbone. What was the final result? Not too chilling.

Facing the big man like an iron tower, a thought flashed in Zheng Ren's mind - if he was injured, could he be the chief surgeon and perform the surgery under local anesthesia?

Although he was afraid, Zheng Ren did not hesitate.

Of course, it's no use cowardly, that's for sure.

Anyway, you will be beaten, who will you show it to?

Zheng Ren was silent, stood up, and moved his shoulders and neck.

Several doctors and nurses tremblingly wanted to stop them, but were frightened by the strong man's aura. They are all literate people, they talk but don't do anything, and no one has ever fought.

"Yo, little brother still wants to practice both hands?" Iron Tower grinned, fists clenched like sandbags. Ten steps away, Zheng Ren could hear the creaking of his fists.

Zheng Ren wasn't ready to resist, he didn't have any personal combat skills at all, so what would he use to fight people?

He just moved his muscles and bones so that he could recover faster after being beaten.

The originally noisy corridor became quiet, and hundreds of people looked at each other in dismay.

"What are you doing?" Xie Yiren rushed in front of Zheng Ren with his hands open, trying to protect him with his body.

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, just Xie Yi's small physique... a slender figure without a trace of fat. Good-looking is good-looking, but definitely not resistant to fighting. One punch will break it.

He quickly covered Xie Yiren's mouth and pulled her behind him. Zheng Ren had already admitted the fight, and only hoped that his little aunt would never suffer with him.

The tower was obviously satisfied with his deterrent power, looking at Zheng Ren grinning like a cat and mouse, and said angrily, "It's very powerful, dare to beat my mother?"

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly and reasoned with him? joke!

That's the difference between letting you wear a hat and letting you not.

I tried hard to recall the skillful self-protection actions of the elder brother in the emergency operating room when he encountered such a situation.

Zheng Ren felt that he would not be able to learn it. That eldest brother must have been beaten countless times to cultivate such a skillful skill.

Director Lao Pan was away, so he went to the internal medicine ward to find an empty bed. Fortunately, he is not here, but Director Pan's stinky temper, if he is here, he must not be beaten with himself?

I'm young, it's okay to be beaten. Director Pan's arms and legs are old, and the fracture is bad.

Zheng Renyi was short and protected Xie Yiren in the corner, holding his head in his hands, in a very awkward posture.

"Young man, the doctor is a life-saving Bodhisattva." An old man whispered while lying on an extra bed in the corridor of the emergency department.

The sound was very low, but the corridor was extraordinarily quiet, and many people around heard the old man's words.

His symptoms of nitrite poisoning are not severe, and it is estimated that it has something to do with the elderly eating less.

After calming down Milan, the light blue-gray color of her whole body has gradually faded, and it is obviously improving.

"Dad, don't talk about it." A middle-aged man in his forties whispered close to his ear to dissuade him. He turned his face sideways and smiled at Heita.

"Beast!" The old man was a little excited, and slapped his son in the face, "How did I teach you?!"

His voice rose, and the two veins on his forehead bulged, looking very scary.

Not much energy, little sound.

But this slap seemed to be slapped on everyone's face and hit everyone's 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 lively if the cerebral blood vessels ruptured and bleed due to emotional excitement.

"Dian Shui En, Yongquan News!" The old man struggled to get up, "This doctor is so tired trying to save people, you just watch him get beaten like this? Get out! I don't need you to help me, I don't have a son like you! "

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