168 of the most confused doctors

Dong Shaobo bumped Li Fang with his shoulder, gritted his teeth in pain and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Li Fang fell on the table, laughed and twitched, and waved his hand again and again: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Qingxiang swept into the classroom with proud steps, holding the textbook in his right hand, almost covering half of his face.

Although it will sound more troublesome at first, most of them can't understand, just understood an English word, and when he was pondering, he said a lot of words again, teaching everyone to be caught off guard, fortunately, after a long time, the students also grasped his teaching rules, they were not stupid, and their comprehension ability was strong, and they said the same thing more, everyone can naturally understand the meaning.

Sometimes, according to Yu Qingxiang's body language, it is not difficult to guess what he is talking about, if he doesn't say a word, shrugs his shoulders, and then points to the blackboard, looks back, the students immediately understand that he is going to dictate English words, close the textbook together, take out a pen and paper, and wait.

Yu Qingxiang's gaze swept around the classroom, and while pointing around with a book, he raised his voice: "Volunteer?"

He was going to dictate words again, and found two people to dictate on the blackboard.

Seeing that everyone didn't move, he casually said, as if he was going to do it, while saying in unclear English: "You, and you, take the stage and write."

Whenever Yu Qingxiang spoke, Wei Gospel couldn't help but pluck his ears with his fingers, thinking that he might have stayed abroad for a period of time, resulting in a bottle of English dissatisfaction, half a bottle of swaying, racking his brains, before he guessed one or two.

Everyone bowed their heads one after another, not daring to meet Yu Qingxiang's eyes, and their minds didn't want to point at themselves.

Yu Qingxiang strode over, knocked lightly on the edge of Dong Shaobo's table, he raised his head, looked at Yu Qingxiang, and motioned him to the podium, Dong Shaobo looked dazed, afraid of what would come, shrugged his shoulders slightly, walked straight to the podium, and stood at both ends of the podium with another boy left and right, Yu Qingxiang nodded slightly, signaling everyone to get ready, and continued to tone in a foreign tone: "Are you ready?"

Everyone was very face-saving: "Yes!"

Dong Shaobo was uneasy on the podium, the chalk was exchanged in both hands, as if the chalk was hot, and the words written were crooked, like insects crawling over, after writing a word, he took a long sigh of relief and shook his fingers.

Yu Qingxiang glanced back, his eyes were slightly dissatisfied, he shook his head, and then read the next word.

Wei Gospel quickly finished writing the words, he couldn't bear it, and looked up guiltily, only to see Dong Shaobo dancing on the podium, his feet kept exchanging weights, his shoulders trembled slightly, the chalk was held between his thumb and middle finger, and his injured index finger couldn't exert himself, so he had to it slightly, which was inexplicably funny.

The person who has always been calm and pretentious looks nervous and embarrassed at the moment, but he is extremely beautiful in appearance, has a cold personality, and frowns, which makes people laugh.

Wei Gospel glanced at Yu Qingxiang beside the aisle, his expression was clearly saying: Why is his proud protégé so unmotivated, lazy in learning, and clumsy in handwriting, and he can't help frowning.

Dong Shaobo's handwriting is excellent, and when Wei Gospel saw his handwriting for the first time, he couldn't help but praise it again and again: "Sure enough, the words are like his person."

Wei Gospel's good impression of Dong Shaobo is inseparable from his words, she thinks that boys can write good words, and their character will naturally not be bad.

At the moment, Dong Shaobo's few words written on the blackboard are enough to make people disappointed, the pen is different in weight, crooked, because the most important index finger can not be forced, once forced, the thorny place will hurt, the chalk is not good, naturally can not write good words.

Everyone naturally didn't know what was going on, over there, Li Fang couldn't close his mouth with a smile, he couldn't even hold the pen in his hand, he secretly glanced at Wei Gospel, and then looked up at Dong Shaobo, as if he was suffering from epilepsy, his whole body was trembling with all his might.

Wei Gospel lowered his eyelids and said guiltily: Dong Shaobo should be very painful.

Fortunately, there are not many English words in thirty, Yu Qingxiang closed the textbook with a "snap", slowly glanced at the podium, and motioned for the two of them to come down, he glanced at Dong Shaobo with a puzzled look, more doubts, originally wanted Dong Shaobo to give everyone a good start, but looked at the handwriting on the blackboard and shook his head again and again, and stopped talking.

Dong Shaobo bypassed the podium, returned to his seat, and raised his right index finger to glance at Wei Gospel, who looked at him apologetically.

Li Fang gloated and patted Dong Shaobo's shoulder, and his smiling facial features were all squeezed together.

Yu Qingxiang stood on the podium and commented on the English words dictated by the two in public, fortunately, although Dong Shaobo's handwriting was sloppy, the accuracy rate was very high, and he only made one wrong word, which was regarded as making up for it, Yu Qingxiang finally showed his face and nodded slightly.

After a class, Dong Shaobo sat on pins and needles, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he sucked his fingers from time to time, as if this could reduce some pain, Wei Gospel looked at his back, sighed guiltily, kicked his stool gently, and whispered: "Does it still hurt?"

Dong Shaobo said in a low voice: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

He sucked as he looked at his own whitish fingertips.

Finally waited until the end of class, Wei Gospel's heart slowly fell to the ground, kicked Dong Shaobo's stool leg, and said with concern: "Does it still hurt?"

Dong Shaobo couldn't cry or laugh, and turned around and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's really irresponsible to leave the patient aside halfway through the operation."

Wei Gospel lowered his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it class?"

"Help me pick out the stick, endure a lesson, I can't become a big hero like Huang Jiguang and Qiu Shaoyun."

"You still let me pick it for you."

Dong Shaobo paused and said, "You have to be responsible for the good things you have done."

Wei Fuxin looked at his fleshy fingers, and laughed, the edge of the skin that was picked open by her was like a blooming snow lotus, and there was no blood when he sucked it, and there was a thorn in the center that pierced into the flesh and skin, and it was said that ten fingers were connected to the heart, and you would know how much it hurt when you thought about it.

Wei Gospel took a deep breath, gently peeled off the skin around the skewer with the tip of a needle, the edge of the skewer revealed a small black dot, and continued to pick it deeper, the capillaries that were broken oozed light red blood, and felt Dong Shaobo's hand tremble slightly, and instantly regained his composure, as if to reassure the other party, Wei Gospel lowered his eyebrows and looked flustered, Dong Shaobo couldn't help but smile bitterly, even if it hurt, he didn't show it, a proud person like him actually felt that he was not doing well.

Wei Gospel carefully picked up the layers of skin and flesh with a needle, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

Every time I went deeper, I asked, and Dong Shaobo, who asked lastly, was also numb, I didn't know if it hurt anymore, so he said casually: "It doesn't hurt."

Wei Gospel gently held Dong Shaobo's hand, the small skewer became a little blurry, she rubbed her eyes, stared at the target intently, a little dazzled, involuntarily leaned over, almost put her face on Dong Shaobo's hand, peeled off the skin around the skewer, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

As if she asked this, the pain would be reduced, Dong Shaobo chuckled and said, "It doesn't hurt."

She slowly poked the tip of the needle in, and suddenly, she felt that her eyes lit up, and a small head was exposed in the flesh, and she was surprised and delighted: "The sign is about to come out, and it has already appeared, you can bear with it again."

Dong Shaobo was overjoyed and said, "Yes."

Wei Gospel nodded again and again, held his breath, and said, "Yes, yes!"

Dong Shaobo's eyes lit up: "Really, I'll take a look!"

Wei Gospel didn't look up, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, he was full of a sense of accomplishment, and said with a smile: "I don't believe you, I see, it's already outstanding."

Dong Shaobo's whole body leaned forward excitedly, poked his head out, took a deep look, and saw a black head the size of a needle tip exposed in the center of his fleshy index finger, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said with a smile: "Really, I saw it, it has already appeared, help me pick it out."

Wei Gospel didn't dare to be sloppy in the slightest, and said angrily: "Don't be in such a hurry, take your time, I'm almost nervous to death, this is more difficult than doing physics problems."

Dong Shaobo looked at his scarred fingers, felt that it didn't hurt at all, and grinned: "I didn't expect you to be bad."

As if encouraged, Wei Gospel suddenly had confidence, and peeled off the flesh around the skewer with the tip of a needle, revealing a small thorn of nearly a millimeter, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and at the same time took a deep breath and made eye contact, and it was about to be done.

Wei Fuxin gently picked it with a needle, and the skewer that pierced into the skin moved slightly with the flesh and skin, tilted to the side, and stuck to the flesh and blood blurred skin.

Wei Fuxin's tense nerves finally relaxed, he held Dong Shaobo's hand hard, and said happily: "It's about to come out!" It's coming out! ”

Dong Shaobo was several times happier than her, and said loudly: "Yes, let me see." ”

The two of them shouted louder, and immediately attracted the attention of the students around them, and they all turned their heads to look at them, Liu Yating shook Wei Gospel's arm kindly, and she suddenly raised her eyes, her heartbeat stagnated for a moment, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she understood.

She and Dong Shaobo are actually two amounts!

It turned out that the two of them were so forgetful of picking picks, they didn't know that the bodies of the two sides were slowly moving closer to each other, leaning on each other's foreheads, and leaning against each other's foreheads, without knowing it, no wonder the classmates in the class gasped and giggled.

In an instant, Wei Fuxin only felt that his cheeks were flushed, and he sat back on his stool suddenly, his heart was beating fast, and he still pretended to be calm on the surface, and said in the same tone as usual: "It's almost good, the skewer has already appeared, and you should be able to pull it out with your own nails."

Listening to her words, Dong Shaobo smiled mechanically, realized that their actions just now were too intimate, gently held his palm, turned around, and obediently used the thumb and index finger of his left hand to pull the stick in the index finger of his right hand, and sure enough, the upper end of the stick was exposed a millimeter, effortlessly, lightly pulled, straight and straight out of the flesh, although it was about the same thickness as the tip of the needle, it was three millimeters long, and it was dyed red by blood, Dong Shaobo looked at and tortured himself for more than an hour, It's such an inconspicuous little thing, I can't help but smile.

After a while, he turned around, raised his right hand to show Wei Gospel, and said, "The skewer has been pulled out, what should I do if my fingers are still bleeding?"

Wei Gospel looked up at him slightly, scratched his forehead, and felt weird, although his forehead was empty, he still felt that there was something on his forehead, lingering, probably he shot too hard just now, and broke the capillaries around Dong Shaobo's fingers, which caused bleeding nonstop, and said weakly: "Is there anything like a rag, bandage the wound first, don't suffer from the wind, tetanus is very bad."

Dong Shaobo smiled slightly: "The biology is good."

The awkward atmosphere eased slightly, and Wei Gospel sighed and said, "This is common sense, okay?"

"Would it be nice to wrap it in a cloth?"

Wei Gospel nodded.

I saw Dong Shaobo casually touch it in his dark drawer, and sure enough, he conjured up a broken strip of cloth, which was a little too long, probably didn't want to trouble Wei Gospel, and decided to bandage it himself, he held a long strip of cloth in his left hand, and clumsily circled and circled on his injured right hand, wrapped around more than a dozen times, like a mummy, the bandaged fingers were twice as thick as the other fingers, he took a deep breath, seemed to think it was okay, and was ready to tie the knot, holding one end of the strip of cloth in his left hand, and biting the other end with his teeth, tilting his head, With both mouth and hand, he barely tied a loose knot, which seemed to be ready to fall apart at any moment.

Shan Gospel couldn't stand it anymore, so he breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Forget it, let's do it, you wrapped the bandage so tightly that the blood can't circulate, don't you want your fingers, why are you so stupid, give me your hand."

Dong Shaobo: "......"

Wan Er smiled and stretched out his hand stupidly.

Wei Gospel skillfully untied his messy cloth strips, re-bandaged them, and finally tied a beautiful bow on them, Dong Shaobo smiled with satisfaction, after a while, he turned around and handed Wei Gospel a glass of water, he held a glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "To the most confused doctor." ”

Wei Gospel took the glass of water and said with a smile: "To the most obedient patient." ”