I studied medicine in college, and for the first time in my life, I took a dissection class, and the object was a woman who was less than 30 years old (I later heard from my brothers and sisters that due to the shortage of corpses now, the old dried corpses are generally used in class) The limbs are slender, uneven, and delicate, and most importantly, I haven't worn clothes yet...... I saw that our boys were all in the blood, scrambling to be the second assistant to the teacher. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the first assistant is the class leader, and the first assistant has too much work, attention must be maintained a high degree of concentration, the teacher raises her hand or a look, she has to hand over the tools needed for this step, and there is no extra energy to look at anything else. In contrast, the second assistant is much more relaxed, and only needs to be helped when the first assistant is too busy, which is basically the best viewing angle.

Probably when a group of them were rushing to get on the side, I was calmer on the side, and the teacher picked me as my second assistant at a glance. Later, the class leader asked me if I was pretending to be deliberately uninterested to attract the teacher's attention, and I said that I really wasn't, and I seemed to be thinking about something else.

In short, this "welfare" that all the boys in the class wanted to get ended up with me. It was the first time I'd seen a mature woman's nakedness, and it would be a lie to say that I wasn't excited, but the thought that it was a cold corpse would be really perverted if I thought about it anywhere else. So after the whole dissection, my performance was relatively calm, until a strange thing happened at the end.

According to the convention, the first unantagonizing and suturing should be done by the teaching teacher himself, but when it came to the abdominal sutures, the teacher suddenly instructed me to complete the homework with the class leader. This is a basic skill for our medical students, as long as we follow the steps step by step, there is basically no difficulty, but we usually study theoretically, talk on paper, and let us go on the real gun for the first time, and I feel a little scared.

I still remember what my teacher said, "Come on, sooner or later you have to take the first step." If you don't even dare to start with a corpse now, how can you save people in the future? Save not only strangers, but also your loved ones! ”

The squad leader took the lead in making a move, and I couldn't be too cowardly in front of the girls, so I picked up the surgical needle, and just when my needle was about to pierce it and prepare to pull the thread, suddenly, the stomach of the female corpse under the belly throbbed.

The strength of this beating was not very large, and if it weren't for the fact that everyone's attention was focused on the surgical needle of my squad leader, it would not have been noticed. But this discovery was immediately terrible, everyone's faces were white, cold sweat flowed down their foreheads, their eyes stuck to the stomach that was beating again and again like glue, and the entire anatomy classroom was terrifyingly quiet, and even the sound of sweat dripping on the ground could be heard clearly.

I wanted to pull back the hand that was attached to my belly, but somehow, no matter how hard my consciousness tried and how I gave orders, those miserable white hands with plastic gloves froze there as if they were not mine.

I don't know how long it took, and finally a girl reacted and began to scream, crackling and running out of the classroom, and in less than five seconds, everyone was gone.

I was like a doctor who was operating on the operating table, there was an emergency in the middle of the operation, the surgical needle was still in my hand, the wound was not completely sutured, and my sense of mission and responsibility as a doctor made me have to stand here like a nail and continue my operation.

This was later told to me by the class leader, and she said that at that time, I was covered with light, like Nightingale. I only felt a little weak when I heard this, because I was really frightened at the time, or I would have run away earlier.

At that time, the whole classroom was left with me, the teacher, and the class leader, and the teacher called the head of the grade and the security department, and told me not to move with the class leader, and to keep the scene as it was.

I remember very clearly that I and the squad leader had just pierced the upper and lower ends of the incision with a needle at the same time, and the incident happened, so no one had time to stop, and even the body still maintained the posture of bending over and bowing the head when doing the stitches. That means the two of us are only a stone's throw away from the beating stomach.

The lethality of this kind of near-zero distance unprotected contact is simply too great, and I can't even eat it when I grew up listening to the master tell all kinds of stories about cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, let alone the squad leader's female stream?

Just as the teacher was calling the security department, the class leader's hand holding the needle suddenly shook, and I heard a smack, and the surgical needle pierced into my stomach, and a few drops of fishy mucus splashed on my face. The squad leader let go of his hand with a scream, and his body suddenly popped back like a full spring, and he fell on the table with his butt, and the bottles and cans of medical equipment fell to the ground with a clatter: "Yes...... Be...... It's a snake...... Snake ......".

Snake? I landed on the ground with a spirit, the hair brushed up on the ground, and the picture of blue eyes on the ground involuntarily appeared in front of my eyes, my knees were weak, and my body wanted to go bald. At this moment, the teacher picked up the needle holder dropped by the class leader and pulled it out, and a vomit-like thing mixed with black blood flowed out of the crack in his thumb, which stinked so much that people wanted to vomit.

In a trance, I vaguely heard the teacher say, "...... Scissors. ”

I was so confused that I didn't know what I was doing, so I found the scissors and handed them over. Along the crack, the scissors quickly opened a larger opening, and then, I handed over a pair of tweezers and a small tray, and saw the tweezers in the stomach twice and quickly pulled out, followed by a click, a red tongue about 6 cm long and still beating appeared in the tray.

After this incident, I didn't eat a bite of food for three days, and I vomited when I ate it, and I wanted to vomit even when I drank saliva.

Later, I heard from the security department that this woman was a murderer before her death, and when she was kissing her boyfriend, she didn't know how to bite off someone's tongue at the root, and then she committed suicide by cutting her wrists. Because this incident has cast an incomparably great shadow on my young mind, I have not even kissed the girl's mouth until now.

This topic is a bit far away, let's get down to business.

At that time, as soon as the thing in Old Joe's hand was pulled out, I reflexively remembered this experience when I was in school, but the tongue that Old Joe was holding in his hand was thicker and larger, and the tip of the tongue alone was the thickness of a telephone pole, which was definitely not a human tongue.

There are some black suckers-like things on the tip of the tongue, spitting out mucus suddenly,, I looked at it, I couldn't help it, I spit it out with a wow, Ah Li was also disgusting enough, and scolded Lao Qiao: "What are you doing with it, let go!" ”

Old Qiao hurriedly said: "Miss Ali, it's not me who catches it now, it's it that catches me!" As he spoke, he tilted his body and slammed his shoulder against the wall, his whole arm swept into the tongue.