"Detect the binding environment to begin. ”

"Detection Successful ......"

"The test object program starts. ”

The First Hospital of Chunyang City, Doctor Duty Room.

Zhao Chuanyang, the doctor on duty, suddenly rolled down from the recliner, pinching his neck with both hands, and had difficulty breathing.

Acute pulmonary edema.

If left untreated, death can occur within minutes.

Zhao Chuanyang wanted to call for help, but he couldn't shout.

With the last of his strength, he reached down and knocked down the brown leather bag on his desk.

Open the leather bag, and inside is a neatly arranged surgical suit.

In the past two years, although Zhao Chuanyang has not operated for a long time, these instruments have been maintained in a brand new condition.

He took out a scalpel and made a cut in his chest.

The incision position is accurate, the force is accurate, and the incision is neat.

A stream of blood gushed out, and Zhao Chuanyang finally took a breath.

"The test program is over. ”

"The system starts binding. ”

Bite!

The incision of Zhao Chuanyang's incision flowed into a fairy qi.

Suddenly, he felt his blood gushing all over his body. And the wound that opened the knife was magically healing.

[Host: Zhao Chuanyang.] 】

[Ability Rating: Beginner.] 】

[The binding test has been completed, and the task rewards a bottle of recovery water and 100 experience points.] 】

[System Tips: A bottle of reconstituted water, whether to use it?]

Reconstituted water?

"Use!" Zhao Chuanyang did not hesitate.

Reconstituted water takes effect.

Zhao Chuanyang only felt that the wisps of meridians in his hands were magically healing.

Streams of warmth flowed into the ends of his fingers.

Move it, and the smart and flowing fingers are back.

The corners of Zhao Chuanyang's mouth raised, and a hint of a king's smile crossed his eyes.

Then it froze.

I'm back with the first knife in Chunyang!

I am your king, I am your God!

I will take revenge on those humiliations, and I will fight back against those mockery.

Everything that belongs to me, I will take it back a hundredfold!

Zhao Chuanyang was enjoying the pleasure of recovering his hands, but the call bell jingled.

As a doctor on duty, I have to rush over as soon as I hear this bell. But Zhao Chuanyang is not in a hurry, he is not a bedside doctor.

He just looked down at his chest, and the shirt button was unbuttoned, but he couldn't see the wound.

At this point, the door had been slammed open.

Nurse Xiao Zhang rushed in with a panicked face: "Doctor Zhao, when are you still admiring your figure?" Quick, the patient in bed No. 9 has a massive spleen hemorrhage, and now he is in the emergency room, come and take a look!"

"Okay!" Zhao Chuanyang calmly agreed and picked up his surgical suit.

Then the wind was light, and he walked to the emergency room with his head held high.

In the emergency room, a male doctor in his twenties is nervously resuscitating patients.

"What is Dr. Zhao talking about? If you don't come, the patient will be out of breath. The head nurse on the side said nervously.

The male doctor was disdainful: "What's the use of coming? He can do surgery? Now this patient can only be rescued by surgery." ”

"Alas, he can't do it now! But before, he was the top surgeon in Chunyang City! The eldest lady of the Li family, a wealthy family in Chunyang, had a car accident, and it was Dr. Zhao who rescued her. Later, I married this eldest lady!"

"Cut, the inverted door is worth showing off?"

The male doctor ridiculed: "If you join a wealthy family, you can live a good life? ”

"Chunyang's first knife, now I'm afraid it's Chunyang's first fish!"

As he spoke, he laughed, and accidentally threw his hand back and slammed it against the wall.

"Damn, it hurts!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Chuanyang walked in.

The male doctor then put away his smile and said respectfully, "Teacher Zhao, you are here." ”

Although Zhao Chuanyang can't do surgery, his experience and qualifications are there. These descendants still have to respect him in the face.

"Song Qian, what's the matter with this patient?"

Although Zhao Chuanyang could see what the problem was at a glance, he still asked.

Song Qian hesitated: "It should be a ruptured spleen." ”

Zhao Chuanyang said coldly: "This is a ruptured spleen caused by the impact, and there is a lot of internal bleeding, and I must have fallen out of bed in the middle of the night." You, as the bed-keeper, have the primary responsibility!"

"Doctor Zhao, I'm already trying my best to save you!" Song Qian said unhappily.

Zhao Chuanyang disdainfully: "Prepare for surgery." ”

Song Qian looked at his hand and said helplessly: "Teacher Zhao, I'm afraid this won't work." I just bumped my hand and couldn't do the surgery. ”

Zhao Chuanyang's expression was cold, this Song Qian was mocking him!

The mockery in Song Qian's eyes was like a knife piercing Zhao Chuanyang's heart.

Once upon a time, Chunyang First Hospital, who was disrespectful to Zhao Chuanyang?

The long queue for surgery appointments had to be lined up from the fifth floor of the hospital to the outside of the gate.

The scenery is unlimited, and fame and fortune are gained.

"Teacher Zhao, why don't you do it?" Song Qian asked deliberately.

"Song Qian, what are you talking nonsense? Doctor Zhao ...... now" The head nurse didn't dare to continue.

At the beginning, Zhao Chuanyang was a star in the hospital, and his first-class surgical skills were unmatched.

But the tree is big, and the people are jealous.

On a night shift, someone broke into Zhao Chuanyang's office and cut off his hands and tendons.

"Yes, yes, otherwise, let's let Director Pang come!"

Song Qian stared at Zhao Chuanyang, fearless.

Surgery?

Zhao Chuanyang never wants to have anything to do with surgery now, he really can't afford to lose that face.

"No, Director Pang doesn't do this kind of minor surgery, so I'll bear the pain and come by myself! As long as Mr. Zhao, you can help me get started." Song Qian pretended to be pretending to be the chief surgeon.

"Down?"

Zhao Chuanyang's face was understated.

It's like watching a clown jumping off a beam and looking at Song Qian.

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, hurry up, otherwise no one will be happy if something happens to the patient. Song Qian even urged.

He expected Zhao Chuanyang to be angry now, but he was so arrogant. How can a waste who can't hold a scalpel compare to him, a future master surgeon?

However, in fact, Zhao Chuanyang's face is as calm as the deep sea without wind and waves.

Because his hands have been restored, he has enough strength.

Prove yourself.