Chapter 543: Let's really dissect Lao Tzu!

Qin was carried out of the operating room.

Before he could get in, he was dragged into the bathroom.

It is said to be a bathroom, but it is actually completely beautified.

It looks like a men's bathroom.

It's still the most primitive and ancient type.

There was a ditch on one side of the wall, like a place where men stood to pee.

And in the middle of the place, there are only a few squares, there are a few pots.

This basin is filled with water, or cold.

It's for her to scrub.

She glanced at the wall.

Half of the walls were tiled, yellowed and dirty.

The top half of the wall is white, and it is also covered with yellowish stains.

Even the water pipes were exposed, looking old iron pipes.

There may have been some aluminum alloy doped, but it was still an iron luster.

The water pipes were rusted with water, and there were many red water marks.

She was dragged by a woman, with a loofah vine, forcefully, from head to tail.

Even the gaps in the toes are not missed.

This was Sheng Chong's instructions, and it was inevitable that the operation would be contaminated with bacteria.

Qin Shenshen's whole body was red.

The delicate skin of Angelica Angelica has a dark red color.

And she was so painful that she didn't even dare to squeak.

Although it has been a week since the mushroom cloud incident, Sheng Chong has been keeping a calm face.

She wasn't sure if Sheng Chong would beat her up on a whim.

So, she had to be obedient.

She was wearing a surgical gown and was held on the operating table.

Sheng Chong stood still beside the bed.

He also wore a septum suit.

He folded his hands around his chest, his eyebrows were low, and his face was expressionless.

Seeing his appearance, it seemed that he was about to stare at Mo Kai for surgery.

Mo Kai seemed to have expected Sheng Chong to be uneasy.

sighed slightly in his heart, helpless on his face.

Then he gathered his mind.

He moved towards the position of Qin's deep head.

Her forehead was isolated by a layer of cloth.

Her eyes were shining at the moment.

The pale eyes were looking at the operating room.

At a glance, she could see the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling of the operating room.

Immediately with a "snap", he was dazzled by the dazzling surgical lamp.

"Close your eyes and sleep!"

Sheng Chong approached at some point and said in a low voice.

The tone at this moment is actually the mildest this week.

Qin Shenshen's eyes rolled slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Why is Mo Kai's operating room so shabby.

There are white walls everywhere, and there is no ceiling on the ceiling.

The poured concrete floor frame was exposed, only painted with a layer of white paint.

Even the floor is exposed with cement.

Isn't this the legendary VVIP-level private hospital?

Qin tilted his head deeply, with a black question mark face.

A nurse then placed a mask over her nose.

"Hmmmm~~Ahh~Ahhhh

Qin Shen seemed to be idle, his mouth was chattering, and he was saying things that others couldn't understand.

"Remove the cover first."

Mo Kai thought that Qin Shen wanted to say something, and said to the nurse.

"Don't you need anesthesia?"

Qin Shen was a little panicked in his heart.

It is said that it hurts without anesthesia, right?

Mo Kai can't be spicy and cruel!

Qin looked towards Sheng Chong in a deep panic.

Sheng Chong couldn't help but cover his face.

"Air anesthesia. The anesthetic is in oxygen. ”

Mo Kai patiently explained.

He thought that Qin Shenshen would inevitably be a little nervous when he had surgery for the first time.

Thinking of this, his expression softened even more.

Thinking about talking to her would ease her mood.

“Ｗｏｗ！ Is the current surgical equipment so advanced? ”

Qin's deep mouth opened into an O-shape.

"Mokai ......"

Sheng Chong's eyes sank, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Helplessly called Mo Kai.

"Master Qin, we're going to start."

"You close your eyes and get some sleep."

He said softly.

"Spicy, I still have a question!"

Qin Shen raised his hand, and just pointed to the ceiling and the ground to ask something, he heard Sheng Chong say.

"Shut up!"

Sheng Chong's face was completely blackened.

Instantly pressed her arm down.

"Let's go."

He commanded to Mokai.

"Okay."

Mo Kai was also helpless in his heart, and then responded.

The transparent hood was attached to a mottled, blue-colored oxygen cylinder.

It looks a little dirty.

Qin Shenshen's head was fixed and he couldn't move.

And the eyeballs were not idle.

It's still dripping

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Back and forth.

She looked toward the pointer on the oxygen cylinder.

Hey! Why doesn't the pointer move!

For oxygen, Qin Shen still has a bit of common sense.

Only when it is turned on and the pointer is moving, does it mean that the oxygen is being exported.

And the pointer didn't move, indicating that the oxygen cylinder was not opened at all.

Spicy, where does the anesthetic air come from?

It's really going to be a big deal!

For this speculation, Qin Shen's heart was panicked.

At this time, the nurse who had just put on her an oxygen mask said softly to her.

"Just wake up with a good night's sleep."

She smiled softly.

Qin Shen didn't know why, and gradually felt a sense of sleepiness.

Immediately, I fell asleep.

Before she closed her eyes, she looked towards the door of the operating room.

What caught my eye was that the light green operating door was pushed open, and a man wearing a light blue coat and a white coat walked in.

After that, it was plunged into darkness.

Sheng Chong stood beside Mo Kai.

In fact, when ordering the surgery plan, Mo Kai asked him not to stay.

Inevitably, he had a psychological shadow.

And Sheng Chong is not at ease, the danger of this operation is very great.

If he didn't star, he was afraid that Qin Shenshen would suddenly have an accident.

Even if he stares, it won't necessarily be fine, but it's better than not being able to see it.

He thought, his eyes looking towards the ceiling and wall that Qin Shen had seen just now.

There was something strange in my heart.

What did Qin Shenshen want to ask just now?

Have a problem in the operating room?

Sheng Chong looked back and forth.

The ceiling of the operating room has been raised and the ceiling is clean and white.

The surrounding walls are sterilized.

And the floors are carefully laid with delicate tiles.

The environment of the whole operating room is very clean and comfortable.

Even the oxygen tube is equipped with state-of-the-art equipment.

There are no pipes exposed at all.

Sheng Chong was puzzled in his heart, and some regretted not letting her ask.

I thought it wouldn't be too late to ask when she woke up.

This hospital was completed under the supervision of Mo Kai.

It is a private hospital for the Sheng family.

This hospital has been carefully selected from the equipment to the staff.

It is an impeccable super five-star hospital.

The equipment in this operating room was also specially renewed for Qin Shenshen.

What's the problem?

Sheng Chong's gaze turned to the door when Mo Kai was shaving Qin's head deeply.

Before Qin Shenshen fell asleep just now, he looked at the door.

This door is a fully automatic operating door.

It is specially set up to prevent the surgeon from being contaminated with bacteria.

Is there something wrong with the door?

The door is pale yellow, with a silver aluminum alloy through the middle.

After each surgery, someone will be found to wash and sterilize.

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[The author has something to say]

The descriptions of the operating room and the cleaning before surgery are from my own experience.

Back then, I was dragged into that environment and cleaned.

It was said to make me cleaner and free of bacteria, so I brushed it vigorously.

The surgery was originally scheduled for the day before, but it was later changed to another day.

Before the surgery, there is actually a time for the people around you to regret it.

That's why it's postponed for a day.

But no one around refused, even rushing to let me finish the surgery early.

I was at a loss, but I refused to make a hole in my body.

I've been struggling, trying to leave no trace.

A girl with a scar, ugly.

And on the day I was supposed to be hungry all day.

It was originally for surgery to clean the intestines, but who knows that it was not as scheduled.

Before the surgery the next day, I was hungry for another day.

Before entering the operation, I saw a little girl who was also going to have surgery, and I was desperate not to go to the operating bed.

Holding the door of the ward with both hands, crying and yelling.

Then the people praised me for being well-behaved, and for not crying or screaming.

I'm still at a loss.

Completely ignorant of what was going on.

I walked a long way, and I didn't know how many floors of doors I went through before I got into the operating room.

As I passed a bench, I met an old man.

He was wearing a light blue septum suit (still light green, I forgot) and a white coat over his head.

Between the gray hair, black hair grew.

The black hair was hidden under the white hair.

Very similar to my grandmother.

When my grandmother was in her seventies, there was a layer of black hair under her snow-white hair.

It's because of the similarities that I noticed.

And the old man, looking at the trembling hands and feet, got up, and lay down

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Somewhat difficult.

The nurse who took care of me was also a nurse in a pink nurse's uniform who was found by the people around me.

I noticed her because she was different from other people's nurse uniforms.

Everything else is white, and she's pink.

I postponed my surgery for a day, and she earned it.

She also went to the ward to communicate with my adoptive family and told me not to have surgery first.

It might be safer to wait a little bigger.

It was my breadwinner who didn't agree and had to have surgery at this age.

I think I'm old enough.

It was supposed to be more moving.

That is, when I was a few years old.

It was because I thought it was too young, and I didn't move until I was a teenager.

No matter how big it is, the scar will be too obvious, and it will be ugly in clothes.

Here's what they say.

Then I felt strange in my heart.

So I asked the nurse, was this person the one who operated on me?

She said yes.

This nurse is different from the pink nurse.

Pink nurses are not allowed in the operating room.

I thought to myself, this old man can't even get up.

Are you sure you can go under the knife?

Doesn't it necessary to hold a scalpel with a steady and fast hand?

Trembling hands are prone to accidents!

I seemed to have that knowledge at that point.

Thinking about it as a matter of course.

What I saw since I was a child, it was easy to get into my mind.

Every time I look at it, I know how to do it.

For example, the process of blue brick carving, I just took a look at it and knew how to do it.

So when I was young, I basically didn't take notes, didn't review, and didn't prepare.

It is taken for granted that it is just necessary to look at it.

And the beginning of the struggle is junior high school.

After that, I took notes every time because I found that I couldn't remember if I didn't remember.

I can only rely on the rotten pen.

I once cautiously asked the breadwinner, will it be dangerous for this old man to operate on me?

At that time, I still seemed to trust my breadwinner.

The adoptive family said that the other party was a famous doctor and was invited by Shanghai.

Very famous, no problem.

Then I didn't say anything more.

Immediately, I had the impression that I was lying on the operating table.

I was covered with an oxygen tube.

It is called air anesthesia.

I asked them what it was.

They say it's anesthesia.

Then I remember that after I came out, after I got the computer, I went to check the relevant information.

But it is an anesthetic with an anesthesia, which is anesthetized through air.

But what puzzled me was that I clearly remembered that the blue bottle, the hand with the oxygen logo, was stopped.

When the oxygen tank is opened, isn't the pointer supposed to move?

I wondered, so I wanted to ask.

The nurses around me were getting impatient.

I just looked around.

The operating room is also not very clean.

There are even some hidden.

It's just more empty.

It looks like it was moved out temporarily.

I still want to see it.

The nurse said to me, "Go to sleep."

Then I wanted to talk, and I saw the pink nurse come in.

She whispered to me softly, just get some sleep.

Then I felt so sleepy, so sleepy that I couldn't hold my eyelids.

And he fell asleep.

When I fell asleep, when I became conscious, it was darkness all around me.

I walked from a black cube to a north-west position.

Then squatted down.

I was wearing a red shirt and a knitted sweater.

It fits well with the season when I had my surgery.

At that time, I remember that it was winter, and it had just snowed in Hangzhou.

White smoke was still rising from the ground.

Speaking of white smoke, when I grew up and settled in Hangzhou, I have always wondered how not to be angry on the ground.

I remember that year, there was a hot white mist on the ground.

On the contrary, when I went to Beijing, I often saw white fog rising from the ground.

This is the mist of heating.

During the years I was studying in Hangzhou, I kept an eye on this.

But they didn't see any ground, and there was white mist.

This doubt has been in my mind for many years.

But I remained unresolved until I forgot it.

Another thing that puzzled me was that I remember before I was admitted to the hospital.

I entered it through an alleyway.

There is a sign hanging on the mouth, Hangzhou Children's Hospital, Zhejiang Province.

The brand is light green and has white lettering.

However, after many years, I went to look for the signboard and address of the Provincial Child Insurance, and it was completely different from what I remembered.

Not only is it not in the alley, but it is also a spacious place.

A very conspicuous place.

I wondered, I asked a friend who is a doctor.

They all have the same caliber, and the provincial child insurance has never been relocated, and has always been in the same place.

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And the entrance is never at the entrance of the alley.

I remember the year I vivisected, it was very cold.

When I went in and out, I had to wrap myself in cotton clothes.

But I felt particularly comfortable.

I seem to like the feeling of being cold and dry, not damp.

That's why I settled in Hangzhou.

I remember that at that time, I had to take a sleeper overnight bus to and from Hangzhou.

And I once went to the toilet in the car, because the car was shaking, I grabbed the toilet door in a panic, and my finger was caught by my adoptive father (or adoptive mother), and I was bleeding profusely.

Later, it was known to his adoptive father, who kept scolding his adoptive mother for being careless.

Then he scolded me, why was he so careless.

Scold me a little more.

I didn't pay attention at all, my fingers were still bleeding and my fingernails were a little out of my fingernails.

This reminds me of playing hide and seek when I was a child.

Go to my aunt's house next door.

Her husband often crushed my toes and bled profusely.

I didn't think about it at the time.

Now, at the very end of my toes, there is a nail that has two pieces.

I've checked the information, and this is something that only pure Chinese have.

Then I paid attention to others, and no one else had them, only me.

Did that bleed my fingernails to hide the two nail pieces on my last toe?

Also, I have the impression that I hate the kind of courtyard houses in Beijing.

It's damp and moldy, and it's very uncomfortable to live in.

But I never seem to have lived in a place like that with my own child.

I have never understood where such an impression comes from.

If I have only one impression, it would be that I did not vivisect in Hangzhou at all, but in Beijing.

Because only Beijing has collective heating.

In winter, the ground is white and foggy.

And the place of residence is likely to be some collective courtyard.

When I grew up, I went to look up information about the courtyard.

From this, it is known that the backyard of the courtyard and the place where the female dependents live generally do not shine on the sun.

The musty smell is heavy and damp, making it very unsuitable for people.

The courtyard house, which is usually divided into two courtyards inside and outside, is not an ordinary merchant courtyard.

The merchant courtyard is two door stalls, and only the courtyard houses with more than three grades, that is, four stalls, will be divided into inner and outer courtyards.

As far as I can remember, the walls of the courtyard were green.

Mottled, not very dark light green.

In my impression, the courtyard is relatively small and not big, but it is not as complicated and full of things as the courtyards that live in groups like Beijing now.

There was nothing piled up in the yard.

It's just old, and it still looks clean on the outside.

It's just that the room is very uncomfortable.

I pay attention to the courtyard houses in Beijing's hutongs, and it comes from that impression.

I've always wondered why I hate the courtyard and therefore the Forbidden City.

I always feel uncomfortable.

But when I really entered the Forbidden City, I felt very comfortable.

It felt like going home.

I didn't want to come out, and I was strolling around in it like I was fascinated.

You can stay all day.

Especially when you see the tall steps, you will want to go up from the bottom.

And then you'll be happy.

The architectural structure of the Forbidden City is obviously similar to it, and it is a one-story courtyard.

Why is there such a big difference in inner feelings?

And every time I pass by the hutongs, I go to see the door stalls of those courtyards.

The right door, I have this idiom in my head.

I've looked it up before.

It refers to the door stall at the entrance of the house.

Two stalls are merchants, while more than four stalls are royal mansions.

But what I wonder is that there are four door stalls in the Forbidden City.

How do I think it should be five, at least above.

Because the Forbidden City is not a palace, it is a palace!

It's hard to understand, so I won't delve into it.

Then I recently deciphered some text and learned two key words.

It is Prince Li and King Guojun.

Prince Li was from the Lifan Yuan back then, and King Guojun was from the Blue Flag.

Both of these places were once occupied by the Japanese.

Prince Rei's Mansion was directly occupied by the Japanese.

However, the Guojun Mansion was sold to the Japanese by Manson.

Comparing the architecture of the two places, Prince Li's Mansion can be ruled out.

Because the courtyard is relatively large, the specifications are also relatively large.

In comparison, it is a little smaller than the Guojun Palace.

Now it has been remodeled again, and it has lost its original appearance......

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Light blue on top of blue. This is what I see a lot. But what makes me wonder is that obviously the blue is the orthodox!

(End of chapter)