10: Appendectomy Intensive Training

　　"I'm not a professor, I'm a doctor in the city's first hospital."

Zheng Ren told the truth.

"When you are lying down, you have a few stitches left. Your wound is contaminated and you have to disinfect it."

　　When the iodine was disinfected this time, the wounded did not make a near-death-like cry, but just hissed a few sighs of cold air and held it back.

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

　　"why?"

　　"Because the professors Mr. Wei invited 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, his wrist flicked slightly, the corner needle came out, and a knot was handy.

　　Just being scared, Zheng Ren's hand was shaking a little, and the knot was not very good. He sighed, cut the knot, and re-stitched it.

　　"I just confessed wrong, and Sanye couldn't admit it wrong." The wounded was a taciturn. Maybe he wanted to use dialogue to ease his nervousness, so he said eloquently: "Although I am a small person, our heroic spectrum of Haicheng I still know it. I did n't expect San Ye to know you. It seems that I am right in this city. "

　　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 sewn, Zheng Ren straightened the edges of the skin and said, "OK, you go out."

　　As he said, he took the incision bag to the sink, opened the tap water with his elbow, and started to flush the surgical equipment.

　　Once blood coagulates, it is difficult to clean it.

　　Therefore, the disinfection room strictly requires that the surgical appliances must be cleaned before they can be disinfected in the high-pressure steamer.

　　"Zheng ... Dr. Zheng, can I go out with you?" The wounded was pale, and asked carefully behind Zheng Ren.

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

　　"Not needed." The wounded grinned. "Sooner or later, it's not necessary to call the police for warning."

　　"Yes." Zheng Ren did not insist, nor did he want to know too much about the rules of the society, and agreed directly.

　　At the time of the final cleaning work, the images in the inexplicable space deep in Zheng Ren's consciousness began to splice on their own, the images changed rapidly, and numerous afterimages appeared.

　　Later, cloud turned into a computer monitor, connected to the Internet by himself, and entered a website called Xinglinyuan without hesitation.

　　There are no tedious 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.

　　According to legend, some of the top doctors in China also browse in Xinglin Garden, but they are used to being deep-water predators and never post or reply.

　　The video just stitched up by Zheng Ren was put on it.

　　During the lunch break, many people in Xinglin Garden were browsing. A new post with dozens of clicks in an instant.

　　"Who put this ordinary stitch?"

　　"The conditions are simple and the technique is ordinary. I recommend using a continuous subcutaneous stitch next time and using an absorbable sheep gut.

　　"The video is beautifully recorded, but the surgery has no highlights, bad reviews."

　　There were only a few comments, and after a few minutes, they were squeezed out of the front page of the page, sinking into the sea.

　　Several comments turned into a few dim lights, flying into the fox statue in front of the hut.

　　Zheng Ren's consciousness was distorted in the inexplicable space, and a raging fury whistled and reverberated like a strong wind, as if a certain existence was furious.

　　"Huh?" Zheng Ren was cleaning the surgical appliances, and suddenly felt a chill pouring out of the soul.

　　He didn't care about the work at hand, and felt that something was wrong with the system, and immediately went into the system space to find out.

　　Just appeared, before it was time to see the surrounding situation clearly, a line appeared on the light screen in front of him. The typeface appeared very fast, Zheng Ren determined that he was upset, and the problem was in the system space.

　　[System task: three days to complete at least ten operations, the operation completion must reach the perfect level. ]

　　Below the task is a large row of surgical options.

　　The last line is highlighted in red:

　　[Task reward: unknown]

　　[Task Punishment: Erasure]

　　"..." Zheng Ren froze, why was the system that quietly till now had just been drizzling with the furious wind? The perfect level of surgery is not something you can do with a small attendant.

　　Even theDoctor of the Imperial Capital and the Magic Capital, can they complete a perfect level of surgery? Zheng Ren felt impossible.

　　The mission reward is unknown, and the punishment is obliteration. Does the system feel that he has limited talents and is prepared to suddenly die?

　　This is simply too crooked.

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

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

　　Because of this, he has no doubt that the system will obliterate himself silently and fake the illusion of sudden death.

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

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

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

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

　　What's the use of the system? What's the use of poetry and distance? The system god and life are still far away from themselves.

　　Fingers were applied to the appendectomy, the shadow was broken, and numerous fragments fell off, and then recombined.

　　The world around Zheng Ren changed greatly, 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, which is not as many times as the real dummy used in ordinary medical science.

　　[Task reward: Use the system space to practice a surgical technique. Rewards are issued in advance, please host to cherish the last chance. ]

　　The icy mechanical female voice seemed to be a little bit sharper, reminding Zheng Ren what he was about to face all the time.

　　"How long can I practice here?" Zheng Ren quickly tried to communicate while the mechanical female voice appeared.

　　"Now the host is in a static state of space and time, and the velocity of real space is zero. The system can maintain this state ... the system is calculating ..." The mechanical female voice finally became messy, as if the power supply was insufficient.

　　In the end, the mechanical female voice didn't appear again. Only one row of cold numbers was left for Zheng Ren: 15: 6: 23: 15.

　　In other words, should I continuously practice appendicitis surgery in the system space for 15 days? Zheng Ren knew that he had been given a suspended death sentence, and that a little more than 15 days was the last straw he could hold.

　　No assistant, no equipment nurse, only Zheng Ren.

　　After a few minutes of contemplation, he finally realized the reality and decided to fight hard.

　　The scalpel was thin and bright, and the appendectomy exercise began.

　　The case given by the system is very simple. After the peritoneum is cut, the inflamed appendix "jumps out" by itself. Ligation of the appendix artery, resection ... everything is fine.

　　Soon, an appendectomy was completed.

　　Zheng Ren glanced up and a systematic review appeared in the upper right corner of the visual field: the operation time was 15 minutes, and the rating was good.

　　Uh ... it's just appendicitis. Can you make flowers? Zheng Ren's belly slandered.

　　But the system is the uncle, and the tasks given by the system must be completed.

　　So, Zheng Ren began endless appendectomy exercises.

　　With all kinds of appendicitis and various tricks, Zheng Ren used all the methods he had learned, watched, and heard, and even creatively improved them.

　　Zheng Ren is good at learning, and all kinds of medical literature are subscribed.

　　Zheng Ren has a big brain and has countless ideas.

　　In the system space, Zheng Ren seems to have entered a land of bliss, forgetting obliterate the prophecy like a knife holder around his neck, and began to improve his level of appendectomy, even various whimsy can be practiced.

　　Simple appendicitis was really made by him.

　　From the first 15 minutes of a simple appendicitis to the last 5 minutes of a complicated suppurative appendicitis, Zheng Ren forgot everything and was unable to extricate himself in it.

　　The system's evaluation of surgery has also changed from good to excellent.

　　With 2 days left, UU his operation level has reached the perfect state recognized by the system.

　　But Zheng Ren did not dare to relax and still optimized every step. This is a life-threatening event, and he dare not neglect.

　　The last second returned to zero, and the operating room next to Zheng Ren dissipated without any communication. He was directly out of the system space.

　　Zheng Ren felt that the space of the system seemed very dim, as if a thick layer of dark clouds were pressed in the sky, and the storm was approaching. The air was no longer fresh and filled with a bloody smell.

　　"Booming ..." The sound of water rushed into his ears, Zheng Ren turned back.

　　The time outside really didn't pass, but Zheng Ren felt like he was twenty years old.

　　At this "instantaneous" time, he had performed more than 2,300 appendicitis surgeries and completed all his appendicitis.

　　He quickly rinsed the surgical instruments, put the incision bag in a sterilization bucket, and opened the operating room door.

　　"Doctor Zheng is good."

　　The sound is loud and uniform.

　　The group of magpies had no idea where they were going. Sanye stood leisurely at the door, and a dozen people in black suits on both sides of the corridor bent down and saluted at the same time.

　　"Cool!" Not far away, the crowd was boiling.

　　"Dr. Zheng, I'm sorry, the lady has some vulgarities temporarily," said the third gentleman, "does Dr. Zheng have time tonight?"

　　time? What I lack is time.

　　Zheng Ren didn't think about it, and subconsciously answered, "No."

　　"..."

　　There was an awkward smell in the air.