"The first time I'm in the divine world?" asked Huang Lao.

"..." Director Geng was stunned and immersed intently. Mr. Huang was probably talking about his condition just now.

He nodded in confusion.

"Your strength is a bit strong behind you. Go back and think about it carefully." Old Huang smiled slightly, pulled out Director Geng's hand, and patted him with sterile gloves, "It's okay."

Is that okay, is this praising myself? Director Geng looked at Yuan Qingyao opposite and felt that he should not be as good as a young doctor in thoracic surgery.

Even if Yuan Qingyao graduated from a prestigious university.

The so-called famous schools are just like that in Director Geng’s mind. Who can come back? It’s so great to stay abroad?

But today's incident broke Director Geng's bottom line.

If it was said by someone else, he could still refute one or two. The key is that this was said by Mr. Huang, and Yuan Qingyao was left on the operating table, but he was "chased" himself.

It is clear at a glance who has a better blunt separation.

"If this patient comes to the hospital next time, you can do it yourself." Huang Lao said lightly.

Director Geng was almost scared and fell to the point.

Come again? You can calm down!

When the patient recovers after the operation, he will definitely find the patient. The patient's family will sit together to explain clearly - if there is another time, the patient will not come, and he will go to the imperial capital to find Mr. Huang.

Of course, I have to give this blame to Mr. Huang, but I can't do it myself.

"Okay, I'll continue to do it." said Mr. Huang.

As he finished speaking, Zhou Congwen had already opened the incision and took off the warm salt water gauze to observe the intestinal tube that had just been embedded.

"Boss, it's okay." Zhou Congwen took a look at the color of the intestines and reported to his boss.

"Yes." Old Huang nodded and began to continue the operation.

There is no problem with the incarcerated intestinal duct, which avoids intestinal tract cutting and can avoid damage as much as possible.

So Mr. Huang would rather wait ten more minutes to "by the way" let the cardiothoracic surgeon remember the blunt separation feel.

Shen Lang stood behind Mr. Huang, stretched his neck to look at the operation area. Mr. Huang stroked his intestines with his hand, found a position, and then cut it open.

Old Huang's fingers were a little hunched, looking slightly weird, but he was extremely agile, and almost without any effort, Sailor Moon's lower body emerged from his intestines.

Zhou Congwen covered it with dry gauze, caught Sailor Moon, took a look, and handed it to Yuan Qingyao, and then sutured the intestinal incision with his own boss.

Solving the insulating problem is a trivial matter now.

Several Sailor Moon dolls were taken out, and Zhou Congwen made a gesture to rinse them in warm salt water.

After checking for no active bleeding, Zhou Congwen looked up at his boss.

"You go, Yuan Qingyao and I... are called this name." Huang Lao asked.

"Yes, Mr. Huang." Yuan Qingyao said respectfully.

"You can do blunt freedom and separate the remaining sticky little, I'll watch." Huang Lao said.

Zhou Congwen smiled and turned around and stepped down.

The boss saw Yuan Qingyao doing it bluntly and casually, and he deliberately looked carefully. After stepping down, Zhou Congwen took off his sterile clothes and walked to Zhang You who was standing in the corner.

"Director Zhang, why didn't you go up and touch it?" Zhou Congwen asked in a low voice with a smile.

"I won't be ugly." Zhang You didn't take it seriously. His mask could no longer cover his big teeth.

Zhou Congwen understood what Zhang You was thinking. Although he did not agree, there was no need to embarrass Zhang You in front of all the thoracic surgeons.

The upper limit of this guy is so high. I keep thinking about next year's world competition, and Zhou Congwen is too lazy to do more. As long as Zhang You doesn't cause trouble for him, he won't cause trouble for him.

This is a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding between Zhou Congwen and Zhang You.

The operation of Huang Lao and Yuan Qingyao was not slow, and they soon started to close their abdomen.

When Shen Lang saw that Sailor Moon had been taken out, he asked for a pair of gloves. He was about to tear open the packaging gloves and was snatched away by Zhou Congwen.

"Congwen." Shen Lang looked at Zhou Congwen innocently, with a slight resentment.

"What a good letter." Zhou Congwen glared at Shen Lang, then patted Director Geng on the shoulder, "Director Geng, please go to the stage to keep your belly closed. I'll accompany the boss first."

"Oh, okay." Director Geng glanced at Yuan Qingyao opposite him. Although he was not convinced, his emotions were still stable.

Director Geng didn’t have much to say about what Mr. Huang had sealed and identified.

Zhou Congwen accompanied Mr. Huang to the locker room. The doctors in the operating room looked around and saw that except for Shen Lang, even Zhang You did not go out with him.

"Old Huang, he is really Sailor Moon!" Shen Lang's focus was different from others. Huang Lao's thoughts were dull and dull. Shen Lang didn't care. In his opinion, Sailor Moon was the key point.

"Oh, generally speaking, patients with fetishism will do this." Mr. Huang arched his waist and pulled his slippers while walking, "There are children or mentally ill patients."

"Isn't fetish a mental illness? It seems to be considered as right." Shen Lang asked.

Director Han accompanied Huang Lao and Zhou Congwen, and he felt that Shen Lang was mentally ill.

But Mr. Huang was not impatient at all, and his smile at Shen Lang showed a kind and kindness.

"Female is a mental illness." Huang Lao explained.

"Then why did he swallow it?" Seeing that Mr. Huang was not angry, Shen Lang continued to ask.

"zy sexual suffocation." Huang Lao said, "Some people like to do this, and there are quite a few, and there are trends of increasing numbers in recent years."

Zhou Congwen grabbed Shen Lang, leaned into his ear and said something.

"You still have a hard drive! One day... no, I'll go to your place to pick it up tonight!" As soon as Shen Lang spoke loudly, Zhou Congwen slapped his head.

"Slowly!" Zhou Congwen said seriously, "You need to study from a scientific perspective, and you can think of whatever you want."

"Hehe." Shen Lang showed a smile that even a man knew.

"This kind of thing is generally uncommon," said Huang Laoyouyou. "Many years ago, when I was still supporting him, I said that a place was haunted. A young man strangled himself to death, but his face was filled with a smile."

"What do the villagers say?" Zhou Congwen glared at Shen Lang, and asked him to talk less with his eyes, so he came to his boss and asked.

"All kinds of legends, some people linked this matter to the haunted before liberation, saying that the vixen who went up the mountain finally achieved great success in cultivation, so they wanted to absorb the yang energy." Huang Lao said, "There is no forensic doctor in the local area, so the police from the police station found me. I went to take a look and highly suspected that it was caused by x-suffocation."

"Have you explained to the villagers?" Zhou Congwen asked.
Chapter completed!