Chapter 80: In fact, there is an undercurrent

"Xiaowei, just finished checking the room?" Tang Zhiyi came to the door of Qu Ranqing's ward, and met Lixi who opened the door and was about to come out.

Lixi's original face was full of anger, but because he saw Tang Zhiyi, he turned into happiness, and the next second he immediately turned into distress, and said:

"Xiaoyi, you're here! This is the first time I have seen such an uncooperative patient. If he really wants to die, don't waste the country's medical resources, and I can go back to the emergency room to serve more patients who want to live. ”

Tang Zhiyi instinctively looked past her towards the ward, there was nothing unusual!

"Haha! A patient with a ventilator drain can also make you angry like this? How? Special day, huh? Tang Zhiyi didn't take it seriously at all.

Li Xi vigorously rolled his eyes, turned sideways and let Tang Zhiyi in, and continued to protest dissatisfiedly:

"It's because he's a living dead now that I'm even angrier! Have you ever seen a patient who crawled out of the ghost gate and pulled out his drain with his broken arm in two? Where is this death? It's just going to die! ”

Tang Zhiyi was also surprised and didn't know what to say, so he walked two quick steps through the living room and came to the luxurious ward like a star-rated hotel inside.

The bed was still the same bed, the patient was still the same patient, and even the machine that carefully maintained his vital signs was the same as the last time she had been.

However......

The drainage tube, which was originally only fixed with a few pieces of medical tape, has now become wrapped around Qu Ranqing's face and neck with countless medical tapes.

The handsome guy who used to live like jade and relied on his face has now become a mummy in ancient Egypt.

And the only thing he was okay was that his right arm and right hand, which were broken in two, were fixed by a steel plate and could only move up and down, and then were ruthlessly thrown under the handrail of the hospital bed, and the handrail of the hospital bed hung a row of cold, sharp scalpels.

A gust of wind blew from their walking, and there was a strange crisp sound, like a ...... A different kind of wind chime.

The right hand, which is not wrapped in gauze, is slender and fair-skinned, and the joints are exposed under the scalpel, as long as it moves...... The consequences are unimaginable.

Qu Ranqing, who wants to pay attention to appearance, would rather die than ruin his hand!

So, he's completely honest!

"Poof! Hahaha...... "Forgive Tang Zhiyi for laughing unkindly!"

The only eyes of the handsome guy exposed outside the white gauze, the person who doesn't know how to restrain himself, the look of complaining, desolate and painful and helpless accusation, don't be too obvious!

"Well done!" Tang Zhiyi ignored Qu Ranqing's protest, laughed enough, and turned around and gave a thumbs up to Lixi.

Lixi shrugged his shoulders while holding the medical record book in his arms, tilted his chin proudly and said:

"That's it! Sister specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction. What happened to the patients in the senior ward? My sister has never received double-digit complaints every month, and he is still alone? Hum! ”

Tang Zhiyi wanted to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the middle finger of Qu Ranqing's right hand, which had obviously been tied into a tree trunk, slowly raised.

Okay!

It's all like a mummy!

He can even protest against the attending doctor who despises him!

Li Xiyu also saw this scene, and suddenly felt like he was slapped in the face.

She has to deal with so many difficult patients every day, just a patient who can't take care of herself while lying on a hospital bed, can she still accept defeat?

"Bang!" Li Ruoxi stuffed the medical record book into the arms of Tang Zhiyi, who was watching the excitement, and then rushed straight to Qu Ranqing.

"Looks like you're still too comfortable! It's so free! All right! Waiting for my sister to teach you, what is called a person who has to bow his head under the eaves! ”