Tan Wenbin entered the operating room and saw Fan Shulin sitting on the ground, his legs still pedaling, "swoosh swoosh swoosh" moving towards the doorway.
"Brother Fan, how did you fall so carelessly? Here, let help you up."
Fan Shulin turned his head to look at Tan Wenbin, and at the sa ti, he pointed at Run Sheng who was shirtless:
"Do you call this thing a ’prick’?"
"There’s no specific standard defining how long or thick it should be, right?"
"This is called having a root? Count them, see how many there are!"
"Who counts how many grains of rice are in their bowl during a al?"
"I can’t do this, I really can’t!"
As Fan Shulin got up to leave, Tan Wenbin hurriedly grabbed him: "Brother Fan, the silk banners, the silk banners!"
"I don’t want them!"
"Brother Fan, please help, the benevolence of doctors, the benevolence of doctors."
"My benevolence has been eaten by dogs!"
"Right, right, I ate it, now let spit it back out for you."
"You..."
"Look, my friend here was treated by you last ti. His life was given by you. Do you really want to throw his life away?"
"I..."
"Hurry up, I’m worried that if it’s not taken out in ti, it could beco tetanus."
Fan Shulin felt dizzy and was pushed back in front of Run Sheng, changed his gloves and tools again, and when he forcefully pulled out the first nail cap a bit, he suddenly awakened:
"What am I even doing!"
Tan Wenbin shrugged, his tone returning to calm: "Doesn’t matter now, Brother Fan, because you’ve already started."
Fan Shulin swallowed hard with difficulty, then continued to pull out more.
It turns out that as long as things progress step by step, layer by layer, a person’s adaptability can often surpass their own expectations.
He began to get the hang of it.
When the first nail was about to co out, Fan Shulin called out, "Help hold this, I need to prepare for the blood-stopping."
Tan Wenbin: "Okay, here."
Run Sheng: "No need to bother."
Run Sheng reached out, grabbed the nail cap, pulled it out himself, and the nail was completely removed.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you ssing around with..."
Then, a shocking scene happened to Fan Shulin. After pulling out the nail, the original wound actually started to close on its own, it was closing not healing.
It was the flesh tightening itself, stopping the bleeding by itself.
Fan Shulin opened his mouth wide. His brain, bombarded with continuous stimuli, was in a strange state of chaos, and he thought:
If patients on operation tables nationwide had this ability, wouldn’t doctors wake up laughing?
Then another thought arose:
My thesis is hopeless. If I publish about this kind of patient, it’s not just about academic dishonesty, but it could lead to my dical license being revoked for being deed insane.
"Brother Fan, Brother Fan?"
"Ah, yes, I’m here."
"There are fifteen more, you’d better hurry."
"Oh, okay."
Fan Shulin continued to pull the second nail, as usual, only needing to lift the nail, and the patient in front of him would grab it and pull it out himself, the wound still autoclosing.
"No, wait a second, I just forgot, I need to check if there’s any infection or pus inside."
Run Sheng: "Oh."
Two symtrical wounds were reopened, like a pair of eyes opening.
"Hmm, no infection, that’s good."
After Fan Shulin finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a "thump", startled by the horrifying scene, his eyes rolling back.
Tan Wenbin hurriedly helped him again: "Brother Fan, Brother Fan, Brother Fan?"
Fan Shulin recovered, nodded numbly, got up numbly, and started pulling out nails numbly again.
This ti, he didn’t wait for Run Sheng to reach out; he just pulled it out himself.
And then continued.
He felt as if he had lost the ability to think. He didn’t feel like he was performing surgery but rather helping soone in the countryside with a saw.
Finally, all sixteen nails were completely removed.
Fan Shulin, exhausted, sat on the operating table, while Run Sheng stood up.
"It’s been tough, Dr. Fan."
Fan Shulin turned his head and looked at the tray beside him, filled with sixteen thick coffin nails, and then looked towards Run Sheng who was already dressing like nothing had happened.
He suddenly began to doubt his many years of studying dicine?
"Ah right, Brother Fan, when does your class gathering start?"
"Late... late at night, everyone has shifts, around midnight."
"That’s fine, if I can make it, I’ll co, if not, I’ll inform your clinic in advance."
"Um... okay."
"You rest well, I’ll head off first."
After finishing the greeting, Tan Wenbin left the clinic office with Run Sheng.
Walking towards the school, Run Sheng asked: "Sothing urgent?"
"How could you tell?"
"You’re walking very fast."
"I’ve made so progress in Qinggong recently."
"If it was sothing urgent, you shouldn’t have waited there earlier, you should have hurriedly inford Xiao Yuan."
"There is sothing, another clue, but it’s not urgent at this mont. Brother Xiao Yuan said, even if starting sothing, we have to wait for you and Yin ng to return to the team."
"I see."
"That, Run Sheng, how long do you think it will take your wounds to heal?"
"This isn’t a wound, this is Qi Sea."
"You call this Qi Sea? I’ve read so ancient books with Brother Xiao Yuan too, who’s Qi Sea actually involves drilling holes into oneself with a hamr and nails?"
"Master says... Uncle Qin says, everyone is different."
"What do you feel now?"
"I’m a bit hungry."
Tan Wenbin and Run Sheng then went back to the dormitory together, opening the door to find the room empty.
"Brother Xiao Yuan must have gone to the old lady’s place; let’s go there too."
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