Yan Murong was sleeping in Zhengxiang, and a hurried phone ringing woke him up, and he picked up the microphone of the landline in a daze, and said casually. "Hello, here is the phone recording, please leave a message when you hear a 'beep'."

Before the "beep" came out, I heard Teng Xiangling's cry like an old woman in estrus came from the phone.

"Yan Murong, listen, now I don't care what you're doing, immediately, immediately, even if you put on your wings and fly, let me fly to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine." After speaking, he didn't give Yan Murong a chance to ask questions, so he hung up the phone with a "snap".

Yan Murong grabbed the microphone and stood stupidly for a long time, and she didn't understand what Teng Xiangling was going to do, but listening to her tone, she was really anxious to burn her buttocks, and she didn't dare to delay, Yan Murong didn't even have time to wash her face, she put on her coat and ran out.

Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine is not far from Teng Xiangling's residence, and it takes twenty minutes to walk, and after waiting for two minutes, and not waiting for an empty taxi, Yan Murong threw off his legs and ran quickly in the surprised eyes of pedestrians on the road.

In less than ten minutes, Yan Murong had already appeared at the door of Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The bright red words "Yenching University of Traditional Chinese Medicine" hang high on the roof of the main building, which is white, which also happens to symbolize the sacred side.

When he was really about to ask the security guard at the door where Teng Xiangling was, he heard someone behind him stop him.

"Why are you here?" The window of a black Audi A4 sedan was opened, and Zhong Zhenguo, who had white hair and a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, poked his head out of it, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Elder Zhong, why are you here too?" Yan Murong was also very surprised when he saw Zhong Zhenguo. "It was Teng Xiangling who called me, why are you?"

"I was called by that girl, too."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, you can get in the car too, it's still far away." Zhong Zhenguo beckoned to Yan Murong and said.

After Yan Murong got into the car, Zhong Zhenguo said with a serious face. "The girl called me in a hurry and said that I should hurry to the laboratory building, but I didn't explain what was going on, no, I heard that she was in a hurry, so I rushed here."

As he spoke, the car had already driven quickly through a gravel path that was not too wide, and the buildings encountered on the way were almost all white, and it was difficult to see other colors, and there were rows of French plane trees planted on both sides of the path, which could be regarded as adding a touch of freshness to this white-based campus.

Yan Murong also thought that although white represents sacredness, it also symbolizes death, which is why when they participate in the debut meeting, they wear vernacular, and at the same time, white is also a cold color - many people don't like to go to the hospital, not because they hate the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, it's just that the white in their eyes makes them very uncomfortable.

But in this case, why don't hospitals, such places as healing and saving people, change to warm colors of pink or pale yellow?

Just thinking about it, the Audi car had stopped in front of another white building, and as Zhong Zhenguo got out of the car, Yan Murong saw the huge three words in the experimental building.

"This is the laboratory building of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it can be regarded as a hospital within the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, where there are both Chinese medicine and Western medicine." Zhong Zhenguo walked towards the building while explaining to Yan Murong.

Yan Murong thought to herself, could it be that Teng Xiangling asked them to come for surgery?

What are you kidding, with such a big medical school, can't you even find a person who can do surgery?

Besides, even if it is an operation, the procedures are already in progress, can you ask yourself to be the main surgeon - thinking about the pile of geckos that were cut by herself yesterday, Yan Murong felt sorry for the guy who was going to have surgery.

It's class time, and the laboratory building is not open to the public, so except for two boring little nurses at the front desk, the whole hall seems extremely deserted.

"Grandpa Zhong, you're here." As soon as the elevator door opened, Teng Xiangling shouted and walked over quickly.

"Teng girl, don't worry, be careful of falling." Zhong Zhenguo looked at the shiny floor and said worriedly. "What's the matter, get me here?"

It wasn't until the three of them entered the elevator that Yan Murong understood what had happened.

The feeling is that the director of the Yenching Health Bureau came here today to perform an operation, a very simple heart bypass surgery - but there was an accident, an artery on the heart accidentally ruptured, and then the blood could not be stopped like tap water, and the group of doctors from the University of Chinese Medicine had to give him a blood transfusion while stopping the bleeding.

"It's useless for you to call me." Zhong Zhenguo said helplessly. "Even if I used a silver needle to stop the bleeding, I never tried it."

"That's right." Zhong Zhenguo suddenly looked at Yan Murong and said. "I almost forgot, you kid has a hand with a needle, this Teng girl, I called me over emotionally to give you a hand."

Looking at Teng Xiangling again, he looked at Zhong Zhenguo with an embarrassed expression and said. "Grandpa Zhong, don't mind, although he is powerful, he is inexperienced, and he has to have you by his side to guide him."

"Hehe, you damn girl." Zhong Zhenguo said with a smile. I thought, this kid will be inexperienced? As far as his technique of using needles is concerned, it is not something that can be practiced in a few years - I am afraid that this kid's medical skills are still above his own.

By the way, I heard him say that he learned his medical skills from an old man - who is this old man? What kind of person can teach such an apprentice?

For a while, Zhong Zhenguo fell into deep thought, he really wanted to meet the old man in Yan Murong's mouth.

When the three of them felt outside the door of the operating room, they happened to see a little nurse running inside with two bags of blood.

Teng Xiangling grabbed the little nurse and said. "You go in quickly, tell Principal Chen, and say that I have two doctors to help, and you tell him that if you don't want the patient to die, let them in."

Hearing Teng Xiangling's words, the little nurse nodded again and again, pushed open the door of the operating room and walked in.

After a while, there was a rush of footsteps inside, and then a man wearing a green surgical gown and a green surgical cap, wearing a mask and disinfectant gloves walked out. first glanced at Teng Xiangling, then nodded to Zhong Zhenguo before saying. "Old Zhong, it turns out that you are here, that's great, hurry, hurry up and change your clothes."

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the operating room again, without even saying hello to Yan Murong.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly - it seems that he is still too young, it is estimated that he must have regarded himself as a student of Zhong Zhenguo.