This messy night is like a dog...

Zhou Congwen put down the knife in his right hand weakly.

It’s better to have a big emergency rescue and push the patient to the operating room for surgery by himself. If that happens, at least everything is under your control, and you don’t have to face such a strange scene.

But it seems that unfortunately comes to an end, and the situation has not changed in the direction that Zhou Congwen is most worried about.

The man who broke in met the man before, and the relationship seemed to be pretty good. The two did not fight, but communicated briefly and complained to each other for a few words.

Zhou Congwen stitched, the woman wailed, and two men held the woman's hand... There were still many heads outside looking at it.

This strange picture made Zhou Congwen speechless.

It's just a debridement suture, which is not even a surgery, and it's a disposal.

But it gave Zhou Congwen a new experience.

While sewing, listened to the chat of the three of them.

It turned out that they were not husband and wife... The moment when this idea appeared in Zhou Congwen's mind, even the stitching at hand of Zhou Congwen was slightly affected.

With Zhou Congwen's mood, there are very few things that can affect him.

Two old bachelors and one widow, interpret a "poor and beautiful" love story.

It seemed as if they returned to the ancient matriarchal clan society. When Zhou Congwen finished sewing, the three of them had reached a consensus to establish a new family.

Although Zhou Congwen was difficult to accept, he had nothing to do with him.

"Who can make the decision? Come with me, I will write the medical record, and you can sign it."

After applying the dressing and bandaging it, Zhou Congwen said.

"I!"

"I!"

The two men said in unison.

"I'll go and hand over the money after signing the letter." Zhou Congwen pretended not to care and threw out another sentence.

The two men took a half step back and looked at each other.

"You can discuss it and make up money." Zhou Congwen did not make things difficult for them, but directly gave a feasible solution.

At this time, as an authoritative substitute and an outsider, the doctor speaks very strongly, especially if it is more fair, it is easier to accept.

Ignoring how they wanted to solve the problem, Zhou Congwen went straight to the office and started writing outpatient medical records.

Soon, the first man walked in.

"Doctor, do you need to be hospitalized?"

"No need, go to the emergency department to get a chest X-ray, get a tetanus injection, and take a few days of antibiotics." Zhou Congwen lowered his head and wrote the medical record, "By the way, I'll hand over the money I just dealt with, and that door."

"..." The man's eyes flashed.

Zhou Congwen knew what they were thinking, but the doctor didn't even think about damaging the hospital facilities. He couldn't catch the patient's family and asked them to pay for it.

It is highly likely that he will leave directly after leaving the chest department. There are very few people who can pay back and send receipts these days. Zhou Congwen is very clear about what the patient's "family" is thinking.

However, Zhou Congwen didn't care. He didn't care about it. Besides, he didn't want the hundred or ten yuan. If he kept forcing the patient's family to pay the money, the hospital would put the blame on him if something happened.

It's true to drive people away quickly.

He wrote two cases, and finally wrote carefully the words "Online for observation" and asked the patient's family to sign it, lock one of the medical records in the drawer to prevent the patient from accidentally returning after leaving.

The department was driven away, but the patient in the anorectal department stood in the corridor and talked about the two men and one woman just now.

This kind of gossip is the biggest adjustment product for anorectal department, which is boring and has changed medicine twice a day and even defecation is like being punished.

Zhou Congwen asked the nurse to clean up the rescue room, and sat silently in the office, staring at the already cold food.

I'm still a little hungry if I don't eat, but if I eat, I really can't eat it.

Next time, if you eat after work, you must not speak. Just open it and eat it. Even if there is a flat car outside, you have to smoke a few bites of rice in 10-15 seconds.

Zhou Congwen thought to himself.

In a daze, Zhou Congwen suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

A bouquet of flowers appeared quietly next to the office door, just like a haunted person.

"According to the ratio of bones and muscles, it should be Liu Xiaobie's classmate." Zhou Congwen glanced at his finger and said lightly.

"What classmate, are you going to be my teacher?" Liu Xiaobie was exposed for a trick, especially Zhou Congwen was not surprised at all, and felt bored, so he walked into the office.

"Where did the flowers come from? Who gave them to you? Are you going to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Barring, am I such a tasteless person?" Liu Xiaobing said contemptuously, "I bought it for you."

"Why?"

"Generally speaking, men will receive the first bouquet of flowers in their lives only at the funeral. I don't think you are so miserable, so I bought a bouquet of flowers for you before you hang up." Liu Xiaobie sat carelessly on the chair opposite Zhou Congwen, putting the flowers on the desk casually.

A pair of white and long legs crossed together reminded Zhou Congwen of the green snake.

I don’t know if it’s because of pollen allergy or a nosebleed, Zhou Congwen felt a little uncomfortable in his nose and rubbed it hard.

"What are you patients doing? They are in the corridor like a walking corpse." Liu Xiaobing did not notice Zhou Congwen's expression and movements, and asked directly.

The Walking Dead...

"I don't like your metaphor, although patients with anorectal department... cough cough. They had anal hemorrhoid surgery and their legs were apart when they walked..." Zhou Congwen explained, and the more they said it, the more they became, and in the end he couldn't even talk about it himself.

"Why are men still wearing skirts?" Liu Xiaobi asked, "Did it be heard from Scotland?"

"Pants are inconvenient, skirts are the most convenient."

"I've learned a lot, the anorectal department is really an interesting department."

"Oh, don't mention it." Zhou Congwen sighed, "When we were just together with the Anorectal Department, one day I went to the bathroom and I was stunned when I unbuttoned my belt."

"Huh? Someone wants to molest you? Is it a coin or a soap?" Liu Xiaobie asked with a smile, not afraid of being cold.

"What are you saying, be serious." Zhou Congwen whispered, "I saw a blood-stained sanitary napkin in the trash can."

"You went wrong! I'll go!! Didn't people see it, or did you see nothing!!!" Liu Xiaobi's eyes lit up suddenly.

"I had blood clots all over my body and thought I was wrong. Now it's over. Dr. Zhou went to the women's bathroom to peep... and said if I want this face." Zhou Congwen gently patted his cheek.

"And what, then?" Liu Xiaobie asked in a good mood.

"Then I quietly tied my belt and tiptoed out. After a long time of careful reading, I was indeed in the men's bathroom."

"Um?"

"I was afraid of something happening, so I went to another ward to solve the problem. When I came back and asked carefully, I found out that male patients in the anorectal department used sanitary napkins. The principle is the same, it is dry and comfortable, and it has wing protection, which is very convenient."
Chapter completed!