"Doctor, if I get cut next time, I'll ask you to sew it."

The spirit guy said to Zhao Sheng with great satisfaction.

"I hope you don't get cut."

When Zhao Sheng heard this, he immediately said leisurely.

"Yes, yes, I must be the boss so that I won't be cut."

The spirit guy nodded violently and said.

"Boss? What kind of gang are you guys doing? ”

Zhao Sheng asked the spiritual guy with some doubts.

He's been in Zhongdu for so long, and he hasn't heard of any big gangs or anything like that, and if there is, Zhongdu can't tolerate it.

"Doctor, I'm from the Ultra Gang."

The spirit guy said.

"The Ultra Gang? What is it? ”

Zhao Sheng was even more puzzled, looking at the appearance of the spiritual guy, he was twenty years old at most, what else is this [Ultra], what is this?

"Ultraman! If you want to join the gang, you must be able to say all Ultraman names! ”

The spirit guy said very seriously.

"Huh?"

"Are you in charge of fighting monsters?"

Zhao Sheng was suddenly shocked, he had heard of the [Axe Gang] [Qinglong Gang], this [Ultra Gang], this was the first time he had heard it.

"Doctor, you're so old, how can there be a monster."

"Ultraman, do you know that it represents justice, justice, doctor!"

The spirit guy said very seriously.

"Okay."

Zhao Sheng looked at the spirit guy with a smile and a smile.

Soon, the spirit guy who had been stitched and bandaged happily took the anti-inflammatory medicine he prescribed and left.

Out of the disposal room, Zhao Sheng was just about to return to the consultation room, when he saw Zhou Jun sitting on the bench at the door sulking.

Anyway, he is also a senior emergency doctor, and even a mental guy said that he was not good at stitching?

There is such a big opening on the back, and the skin tension is so great, and after stitching and healing, the skin contraction must look crooked!

"Still sulking?"

Zhao Sheng saw Zhou Jun's depressed face, and couldn't help but smile and said.

"Doctor Zhao, this emergency department is really not done by people, there are all kinds of ghosts, snakes and gods."

Zhou Jun said sullenly.

"You haven't gotten used to it yet."

"What do you want to do if you don't go to the emergency room?"

Zhao Sheng said again.

"I'm just crawling to pick up garbage, and it's better than going to the emergency room."

Zhou Jun still said a little angrily, he was despised by a spiritual guy, he was really depressed.

"You're an old doctor, and it's past for such a thing."

Zhao Sheng saw Zhou Jun's depressed face, and said with a rare comfort.

Being despised by the spirit guy seems to be just a trivial matter, as if you shouldn't be too depressed about it.

But this is just an outlet for the negative emotions that have been squeezed in Zhou Jun's heart for a long time.

After comforting Zhou Jun, Zhao Sheng returned to the consultation room, and an afternoon of outpatient treatment passed quickly.

Ten past five.

After finally reading all the registered patients, Zhao Sheng took out his mobile phone and prepared to swipe his mobile phone to get off work.

At this time, Section Chief Li of the Propaganda Department came in with a guy with a single-lens reflex, the guy is Xiao Huang of the Propaganda Department, who specializes in photography, and when recruiting, he was recruited with a photography major.

"Section Chief Li?"

Seeing Section Chief Li bring people in, Zhao Sheng was a little puzzled, but when he saw Xiao Huang holding a SLR behind Li Minghua, Zhao Sheng instantly understood.

This is to bring people to take promotional photos.

"Xiao Zhao, there will be no patients here, right?"

As soon as Li Minghua saw Zhao Sheng, there was a smile on his face, Zhao Sheng was now his top baby.

The publicity achievements in the second half of the year all depend on this trembling.

"I've finished reading it."

Zhao Sheng nodded.

"Okay, then you cooperate with Xiao Huang, take some promotional photos, and wait for me to send a press release tomorrow."

Li Minghua said with a smile.

"Okay."

Zhao Sheng nodded, the last time I took this kind of special photo, I took a graduation photo when I graduated from my doctorate.

"Teacher Zhao, can you change into a new white coat? If you can, you can wear some makeup. ”

"It's going to be better that way."

Photographer Xiao Huang looked at Zhao Sheng and said.

Well, the height of one meter eight is less than a little, it's okay, the figure is also good, the temperament is very good, but this white coat is a little old.

"Huh? What is no-makeup? ”

Hearing photographer Xiao Huang say this, Zhao Sheng was confused.

No makeup is no makeup, makeup is makeup, and there is still no makeup?

"Oh, no-makeup makeup is the kind of makeup that makes people look good and good-looking, but you can't tell it's makeup."

Song Wei, who was standing on the side, explained.

"Sounds complicated."

Zhao Sheng had to admit that no makeup or something was his knowledge blind spot.

"You go wash your face, I'll paint it for you."

Song Wei said.

Ten minutes later, after tossing for half a day, Zhao Sheng, who had changed into a brand new white coat and put on the so-called [no makeup], stood in the emergency hall, constantly changing various postures according to the instructions of photographer Xiao Huang.

And the people in the hall at this moment are all watching Zhao Shenglai as if they were watching a monkey show.

"Xiao Huang, are you okay?"

Zhao Sheng really couldn't resist the pressure of this kind of death-making gaze, and asked the photographer Xiao Huang.

"Teacher Zhao, let's go to the consultation room to take a few more photos, as well as the entrance of the hospital and the doctor's office."

Photographer Xiao Huang said.

"Yes, take a few more shots, maybe you can use them later."

Li Minghua also said.

"You don't have to shoot so much, just one or two passable, and you'll be fine."

Zhao Sheng really couldn't resist it, and said to photographers Xiao Huang and Li Minghua.

The photographer became serious, it was really serious, just for a while, Zhao Sheng's face was about to stiffen, and his posture changed several times.

It's so tormenting!

"Teacher Zhao, bear with me a little longer, I'll be fine soon."

Photographer Xiao Huang said to Zhao Sheng.

This time, it is also a time to show his strength as a master photographer, and in the past, he used to shoot a meeting of the leaders of the academy and the like.

The leader of the hospital, either an old man or a bald head, what can he shoot?

This time, gambling on his career as a photographer, he must take a set of hard photos of handsome doctors!

An hour later, standing at the door of the hospital, Zhao Sheng, who was still being looked at like a monkey, couldn't help it.

"Now it's okay."

Zhao Sheng said with some lovelessness.

It's been a full hour and a half, and I don't know how many postures have changed.

Big brother, you're not taking wedding photos for me!

Is it necessary to be so serious?

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Zhao, believe me, when the film comes out, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Photographer Xiao Huang hurriedly said.

As for Li Minghua, he had already left, and he couldn't stand it even as an old man for more than an hour to stand and watch.

Call~

Hearing the photographer Xiao Huang say that it was okay, Zhao Sheng also breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's too tiring to take pictures!

Never shoot again!

Zhao Sheng thought in his heart.

(End of chapter)