"Calm down, you should be very stable." Fang Xian replied like this, and decided in his heart to gradually calm down and calm down from today.

Fang Xian's fried noodles were also a little greasy, so they were replaced with braised noodles.

The round flour is paired with marinade, except that it is a little dry, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

As the meal was nearing the end, Li Qiu specially sent a message: "Brother Xian, thank you." ”

"Without your guidance and no so-called misunderstanding, I wouldn't even be able to enter the threshold."

"This group of livestock, brothers!!" Li Qiu sent three exclamation points.

"Tell me about the interview?" Fang Xian felt that Li Qiu's first sentence was right.

The threshold is a thing, if you go in, you go in, and when you go out, you find that you are not like that, but after you go out, it is likely that it will be difficult to get in again.

"I'm just a layman now, Professor Jiang didn't agree to accept me as a student, but when my sutures reach the real level 4, it's almost the same."

"A master's brother who is now in his eighth year, and his sutures are almost level 4."

"A few doctoral brothers, except for one senior brother in the ninth year, who didn't arrive, the others have also arrived."

"Our classmates in this year's class, Chang Yu, are also approaching level 4 in suture."

"However, their other skills are much higher than mine......" Li Qiu seemed to lose his arrogance for a moment, and began to complain again.

When Fang Xian heard this, he comforted and said, "Old ball, look at the point." ”

"Most of the people in hand surgery rely on sutures as the basis for eating, and it is not an exaggeration to have a senior brother's sutures to level 4."

"But one thing can be assured, you can receive the most orthodox training in hand surgery."

"No, when are you going to start your rounds?" Fang Xian saw that the time was almost eight o'clock. You Li Qiu just went, what kind of mobile phone are you playing?

Li Qiu replied honestly: "Brother Xian, don't blame my brother for not giving me affection, the main thing is that Professor Jiang knows you and lets me be your sleeper." ”

"It's okay to sleep with you and be slept with by you."

"I only now know how good you are, our hand surgery, except for Director Jiang, the sutures of the other two directors are one foot away from level 5."

(After reading it, I feel annoyed and can be deleted, this is my political task)"

"The other party retracts a message."

Fang Xian: "......"

Okay, since the old ball is forced to open, let's ignore it for now.

However, Fang Xian was not so interested in becoming a simple hand surgeon now.

Maybe one day I can't get along in a trauma center, I can think about it, but now.

can have the ability to become a Dinghai Shenshen needle, if you don't become it, then it's just that.

And it's also the Dinghaishen needle of the trauma center-

It's like the gatekeeper of the Yama Temple, I won't let you go, and impermanence has to weigh his own weight.

If a doctor can do this, it will be of little value.

Fang Xian thought so, and hurriedly trotted to the operating room, intending to welcome the new day's road to skill point accumulation.

However, July 15th. It was already the third day of the end of the provincial competition.

On July 13, it was already the penultimate and final round of the provincial competition.

And on July 15, it happened to be the time for the operating room of the trauma center to usher in new teammates again.

When Fang Xian arrived at the door of the suture group's lounge, he saw three people.

Two young people of the same grade as Fang Xian, they looked left and right, their eyes were full of novelty, and there was a faint sense of pride emanating around them.

After Fang Xian came, one of them quickly stretched out his hands enthusiastically: "You are Fang Xian, Brother Xian, right?" ”

As soon as the provincial competition is over, the MVPs of the surgical track will basically choose to come to the operating room of the trauma center to participate in the admission training.

This is something that Professor Wang Huan informed yesterday.

Fang Xian nodded when he heard this: "Fang Xian, what do you call the eldest brothers?" ”

After the three of them introduced them one by one, Fang Xian determined the approximate name of the other party.

Wu Tianxiang, the mask covers his expression and mouth and nose, but the four words of sword eyebrows and starry eyes seem to be conceived according to the style of his eyes and eyebrows, and his skin is very white, which belongs to the cold white skin that girls envy.

It's just that his timbre is also very cold, and when he introduced himself, he said: "Wu Tianxiang, currently in his seventh year, neurosurgery." ”

Jiang Zhiming was the person who greeted Fang Xian warmly when he first came, he was tall, more than 1.8 meters, almost the same as Fang Xian. With a big fat face and a chubby belly, Fang Xian doubted whether he would push out of the operating table for a distance when he had surgery.

The surgical mask couldn't cover his 'handsome' side face, and the whole face was like a disc.

Fang Xian felt that the 'famous' 'cross talk actor Mou Yunpeng' was slightly inferior in front of him, and his tonnage was comparable to the one standing next to him.

People are very enthusiastic: "Jiang Zhiming, the river of the river, the ambition of the ambition, tomorrow's Ming." Brother Xian, take care of me in the future. ”

In the eighth academic year, for example, it is the only MVP in the surgical track in the eighth academic year.

Another Li Zhuoming is small, about 1.75 meters, thin and slightly white, although it is much inferior to Wu Tianxiang's cold white skin, it is still whiter than most boys.

His skin is not delicate.

"Brother Xian, okay." Li Zhuoming nodded.

"Brother Xian, thank you, okay." Li Zhuoming nodded again.

"Brother Xiang, okay." Li Zhuoming nodded to Wu Tianxiang.

"Brother Xiang, okay, I won't call you Brother Xiang, I remember, Brother Xiang." Li Zhuoming continued to nod.

Fang Xian suspected that this force was either a ball-like comic comparison, or a lack of heart. Nodding brother and lack of heart are undoubtedly him.

"Are all the brothers in the advanced suture group?" Fang Xian asked.

If they all enter the suture group, the chances of the suture group will be relatively small.

All three nodded.

Jiang Zhiming, who is the most talkative, narrowed his eyes and said: "Let's all follow Brother Xian first, I hope Brother Xian can give you more advice." ”

Fang Xian said with a smile: "I haven't been here for long, and we are all difficult brothers and sisters who follow our superiors. ”

"I'm sure the basic rules have been told to you by others."

"We, the students who entered the intensive training, are waiting for the senior doctor in the operating room to call in the channel, and we will go over to complete part of the operation if we have the opportunity."

While speaking, Fang Xian said: "There are 9 operating rooms, and the students of the suture group, Fang Xian received it and arrived within a minute." ”

Fang Xian first said a sentence in the channel, and then left the channel to take the initiative. Explanation: "Just like that, after giving a response, you can start practicing, which can actually be understood as a replacement for a skill trainer." ”

Fang Xian said this and walked out.

And Fang Xian left.

The eyes of the three of them flickered slightly.

Wu Tianxiang said: "Fang Xian is more beneficial than Zou Junzi. It was also a short time after entering the operating room, and we chose the right suture group. ”

The smile on Jiang Zhiming's face retracted slightly, and he smiled: "Actually, what I'm more curious about is whether the operating room of this trauma center is as mysterious as the legend says. ”

"At least it won't disappoint us, right?"

(End of chapter)