Zhou Congwen didn't know how much shock a patient with black pleural swelling brought to Lu Tiancheng's heart. He sat in the office and was chatting with Shen Lang.

Yesterday was a busy night shift, but the patient's injuries were relatively mild and he didn't have to go to the operating table. He didn't ask Li Qinghua and Zhou Congwen to come. Shen Lang had a night of debridement and suture in the treatment room.

2002 was still quite chaotic. Zhou Congwen had long been used to the quiet days after the crackdown on gangsters and evil, and he could never accept the fact that so many injuries came in one night.

This is even more disgusting than not having electric burns.

There is no electric fever during surgery, and the surgery can be done, but it’s just that I’m not used to it. It takes some time to do it, and the surgery needs to be done more carefully. But Zhou Congwen can’t make the decision. He can’t understand why those people have to fight and fight after drinking too much at night.

"Last night, there was a big brother with a gold chain that was thicker than my fingers, and it was a dragon tattooed, lifelike."

Shen Lang danced and told Zhou Congwen about the gossip last night.

Zhou Congwen could sense Shen Lang's fatigue, but this guy was furious when he talked about gossip, and he seemed to be not tired even if he did another day of work.

"The knife was just right. It slashed from the dragon head and divided the dragon on his body into two. If I had cut it with a scalpel, it seemed that I wouldn't be so accurate."

"When I was going to sew, the elder brother said, "You must not see it. If the sew is twisted and twisted, he will kill me."

Zhou Congwen smiled and asked, "Are you scared?"

"I'm scared, my hands are shaking." Shen Lang laughed.

"What happened later."

"Since my elder brother said that, I will ask him in front of his younger brothers whether to use anesthetics." Shen Lang said with a smile.

"The elder brother took out Guan Yunchang's courage to scrape his bones to cure poison and told me, don't use it at all, he doesn't feel it hurts. Then I disinfected it and used 95% of the alcohol."

"Oh." Zhou Congwen sighed.

"As soon as the alcohol fell, the elder brother screamed and scared me. But he could bear it. He still endured the alcohol disinfection, and maybe he felt embarrassed in front of his younger brothers."

"When I stitched it, after three stitches, he was sweating all over his body. His body was shaking... By the way, there is a metaphor called sieve bran. I have never seen it before, but this time I really know what sieve bran is."

Shen Lang said with a smile.

"Did you use anesthetic later?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"I must give him a step, otherwise he will throw all his resentment on me." Shen Lang said, "I thought about it, praise it first, and then use anesthetic half-push. I just don't have a camera, and if there is one, I will definitely take a picture of it for you."

Zhou Congwen was stunned and then realized that the phone in 2002 did not have the camera function.

"The sewing was very good, the needle holes were evenly distributed like scales. If you want to say that this person has unlimited potential, it is true. When I was forced by my elder brother, I maximized my level. This is the most satisfying time I have sewned."

"It's okay after that." Zhou Congwen asked.

"It's okay, my brother is also very satisfied. He went to the emergency department to pay the fee and broke the tetanus. There was a gangster who came up and threw two great blessings at me."

"Congratulations." Zhou Congwen smiled.

One big-fu cigarette costs about 180 yuan, and two cigarettes are basically equivalent to Shen Lang’s salary for half a month.

As he was talking, a man appeared at the door of the office.

"Doctor Shen." He said with a gloomy face.

"Hmm?" Shen Lang turned his head to look at the man, then smiled, "Have you paid back?"

"I didn't pay the fee. I don't understand a few things. Please explain it to me." The man was holding Shen Lang's handwritten document in his hand and trembled in the air, his face full of viciousness.

It is better to have fewer contacts with patients with knife wounds. God knows what they will do, and Zhou Congwen is ready.

"What? Can't you understand?" Shen Lang looked at the man in confusion.

"I see that the charging slip you issued says big suture. Where is my wound bigger?" the patient walked up to Shen Lang and asked.

"That's right, the suture we stipulate may be different from what you think." Shen Lang explained patiently, "1-3 stitches are small sutures, 4-7 stitches are medium sutures, and 8 or more stitches are large sutures. The fees are stipulated by the hospital, and I can't do anything about it."

The patient looked cruel and slapped the list in front of Shen Lang with a "splash". Zhou Congwen was startled and thought he was going to take action.

It’s not because of a big stitch that costs more than ten yuan.

"Brush", the patient then tore open the clothes and exposed the white gauze on his chest.

He took off the gauze without hesitation, and a wound about 10cm appeared in front of everyone.

"The big wound, do you tell me it's a big stitch? Who are you burying here!"

Zhou Congwen took a look and Shen Lang sewed 12 stitches. The stitches were relatively wide and the ones were not particularly fine.

This kind of hole is considered a big stitch.

"Your hole is at least 10 cm, it must belong to..."

"Say it again! I don't understand what big stitches are. Such a small stitch is just a small stitch!" the man glared at Shen Lang and roared.

“…”

"Changed!" the man said unhappily, "If someone knows that I have a big stitch, will I still have the face to see people!"

Zhou Congwen was stunned.

It turns out that it is not a fee evasion, but is entangled in the size and judgment of the wound.

Is this important? Zhou Congwen smiled helplessly.

Or I just feel that I can’t get over the money directly, so I come back to find an excuse and then evade money again.

Really, if you don’t want to pay, just leave quickly, Zhou Congwen sighed.

Shen Lang also wanted to explain to the patient that more than 8 stitches belonged to large sutures. Zhou Congwen immediately stood up and pulled Shen Lang aside.

"I'll change it, it must be a small suture." Zhou Congwen said lightly, "Li Ran, take him to disinfect and change the dressing."

Zhou Congwen said, looking at the man in front of him with a smile, "Is it okay to have a small stitch?"

"Can."

"Well, after all, there are needle holes, so it doesn't matter if you write a debridement for you." Zhou Congwen said.

The man was very satisfied, and glared at Shen Lang viciously, turned around and went to the disposal room to change the dressings with Li Ran.

"Congwen, is he sick?" Shen Lang complained helplessly.

"Well, I'm sick." Zhou Congwen took out the prescription and re-entered the order. "You wrote the copy paper out of oil, so change it for me."

Shen Lang sighed, took out the box of copy paper from the drawer, took one and handed it to Zhou Congwen.

"I used half of the prescription last night." Shen Lang said helplessly, "I said Congwen, you are too scared."

"I don't think there is any dispute with him? I don't think he is short of money. He just wants to make the size of his wound, hahaha." Zhou Congwen said, and couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!