Chapter 592

Li Nanfang regretted when he was helped by the medical staff to get on the stretcher.

I regret that I shouldn't have played such a trick on Lao song.

He's in a bad mood. What about old song Mao?

When Lao song saw that he suddenly dropped his hand on the car, he was shocked and stepped on the brake. It's very normal. Li Nanfang really didn't have to take the opportunity to fall off the car and try to blackmail others.

Is it easy for the old song dynasty to deliver food from morning to night?

Try to blackmail him, how black heart, to blackmail him?

However, Li Nanfang regretted that he was late and had been pushed into the elevator. If he got up from the stretcher and said with a smile that he had nothing to do, he just wanted to make fun of others. It was estimated that Lao song would punch him in the face.

Li Nanfang in the case of guilty, generally will not dodge, that may be beaten into panda eyes.

How shameless it is for a man who has become a panda eye to walk on the street.

For the sake of men's face, Li Nanfang has to continue to pretend. After being rescued by the doctor, he will wake up leisurely, which is more reasonable.

As for how much medical expenses Lao song had to spend, it was only a problem that could be solved with money.

The problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Although Li Nanfang is almost penniless now, with only one phone call, he may become rich.

After the Song Dynasty, Li Nanfang was more calm. He lay flat on the stretcher, closed his eyes, and felt extremely calm and tired.

Alas, they were bothered by the fake little police last night. They were really sleepy. Under the close care of the medical staff, it was a good treat to have a good sleep.

If you're lucky, you may meet a beautiful doctor. After Li NanFang's heart stopped, he may give artificial respiration.

Let oneself be in the state of feign death this kind of thing, for ordinary people, the difficulty is certainly not general big.

But for Li Nanfang, who has black dragon shad body, it's as difficult as ordinary people.

But he is sure that he can make the heart beat from time to time, especially slowly.

It's all thanks to Aunt Xue. She forced Li Nanfang to practice yoga. She said that there was a magic skill of feigning death in yoga, that is, guixida and Dharma, which martial arts fans are familiar with. It's a pity that she didn't practice it when she was old. So I hope Li Nanfang can realize her dream when she was young.

Under the torment of Xue Xinghan, Li NanFang's fake death skill has not been practiced, but he has become arrhythmia - the only gratifying thing is that he can control his heartbeat at will now.

I didn't have a chance to use it before, but now it's finally in use.

Maybe that's what the common people often say. Is it true that there is no pressure on one's body when there are many arts?

When Li Nanfang just thought of this, he was startled by the harsh sound of a plate falling to the ground, which almost stopped his arrhythmia heart. It was very uncomfortable to go to the underworld to taste what is really regret.

Who is so unscrupulous, in need of absolute quiet emergency room, make so much noise, almost let me go crazy?

Li Nanfang, unhappy in his heart, secretly opens his eyes and looks at the man who knocked the plate off the table.

She is a woman doctor.

Because she was wearing a hat, a mask and a white coat, she could not see her appearance and figure, but she could see her eyes.

It's very coquettish eyes. They are so watery and smart. They contain the deep feeling that makes my brother's heart beat. It seems that they are familiar. They are like, who are they?

Look at my memory. It's getting worse and worse.

Alas, no matter who she is, with these eyes, my friend is willing to be tossed by her.

Kam, come on, toss me.

Squeeze my heart with your little white hands in your gloves.

Use your little red mouth under your mask to give me artificial respiration.

Li Nanfang, with a dirty mind, prays in secret, closes his eyes again, and concentrates on feigning death.

"Dr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Looking back, I saw Jiang Muran leaning on the table. After his delicate body kept trembling, director Yan moved in his heart and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Muran did not listen.

No, she didn't hear what director Yan was saying at all.

Now all her attention is focused on the man on the stretcher.

It's him.

How could it be him?

What happened to him?

Oh, there was an accident.

Dead?

Pushing aside director Yan who came and asked in a low voice again what was wrong, Jiang Muran raised his hand and took off the mask on his face. He walked to the stretcher like a lost man. Before he opened his mouth, he could not say a word. The crystal clear tears came down from the corner of his eyes and fell on Li NanFang's face.

Seeing Dr. Jiang's violation of the rules of the emergency room, he suddenly took off his mask and walked up to the accident victim. After tears came down, director Yan and other medical staff suddenly thought of something.

Dr. Jiang's high heels.

Dr. Jiang, who has only been in Jinghua hospital for a few months, has successfully become one of the most popular hospitals by virtue of her excellent professional ability and gentle and kind personality - well, these are bullshit.

There are many talented women doctors and professors in Jinghua hospital, whose professional ability is better than her, and their temperaments are so gentle that they don't need to be. But they have not become hospital flowers. The most important thing is that they are not as charming as Dr. Jiang.

Dr. Jiang is definitely the most low-key one among the flowers in several courtyards. She only has a close friend like director Yan, but not any wild bees and butterflies, because she has a pair of high-heeled shoes that she has never worn.

It's said that when Dr. Jiang waited for her lover, she would put on her black and red heels to show the world her unique charm as a young woman.

Who is her lover?

Director Yan, those gossip youth, are struggling to find the answer.

Now, they see the answer.

The answer is the one lying on the stretcher. It's hard.

If it wasn't for him, how could Dr. Jiang, who has always been absolutely calm and rational in his work, make such a low-level mistake as touching the tray, take off his mask, and watch the pain and tear down his eyes?

Suddenly, director Yan thought of two lines of poetry, the sea moon pearl tears, Lantian day warm jade smoke.

It's a pity that Jiang Muran, who is worthy of these two verses, is not what director Yan can touch, but this product. When director Yan thought of it, other medical staff also thought about it and looked at Li Nanfang.

"Lee, South."

Jiang Muran's lips trembled and finally said Li NanFang's name.

Jiang Muran's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with obvious sobs and trembling. Director Yan and others couldn't hear it, but Mr. Li, who was sensitive to hearing, could hear it. In a moment of consternation, he suddenly fell asleep. I said how to look at these eyes. It turned out that he was Laozi's mistress.

It's just that even if our relationship is quite strong, it seems that we have no feelings, right?

You and I are the physiological needs of hongguoguo?

Physical need is not love.

It's not love. How can you be so excited when you see me, and your whole body is filled with the sadness of your dead husband?

Don't you really fall in love with me unconsciously?

Dr. Jiang, please don't be so bloody, OK?

Man, there are enough women around. I really don't want to have another one for you.

You are so coquettish and charming. How can you not be eaten in the environment of Jinghua hospital?

Well, it seems unscientific.

After sighing in his heart, Li Nanfang thought again, it's really necessary to be scientific. I'm sure I'll kill the wolf. You dare to touch my woman. I'm absolutely impatient.

He wanted to open his eyes and ask these questions.

However, the surrounding medical staff were standing there like wooden piles. Li Nanfang was a little embarrassed and had to continue to pretend to be dead.

"Li Nanfang, what's the matter with you?"

When Jiang Muran reached out to touch Li NanFang's face, director Yan said, "doctor Jiang, let's rescue the patient first."

After seeing the man who was thinking day and night, Jiang Muran's heart was in a state of turmoil. She suddenly lost her square inch and let go - in a word, she completely forgot that she was a doctor, this was the emergency room, and Li Nanfang was a patient in need of rescue. She just wanted to touch his little face and ask him what happened.

After director Yan's reminding, Jiang Muran suddenly wakes up. When he straightens up, he has wiped the tears on his face with his backhand. In a deep voice, he orders several medical staff to lift Li Nanfang to the operating table immediately.

If you want to say that Jiang Muran's psychological quality is still very strong, once he suppresses Li NanFang's fear that he may die, he immediately recovers his calm.

Her official position in the hospital is not as big as director Yan, but she is the attending doctor on duty in the third surgical room. According to the rules of the hospital, the medical staff on duty in the emergency room tonight should obey her assignment.

So without asking for instructions from director Yan, several nurses took Li Nanfang down from the stretcher and put him on the operating table.

"Scissors."

Once Jiang Muran is in the working state, his mind will not be disturbed by his private affairs. Everything will follow the standard process of rescuing the accident patients. First, check Li NanFang's head for no trauma, and immediately ask his assistant for scissors.

If you want scissors, you need to cut Li NanFang's clothes.

It's normal for car accident patients to break their bones and tendons after being hit by a car or run over by a wheel.

When he is carried to the operating table, the surgeon will not take off his clothes. He will just cut his clothes with scissors, so that he does not have to lift his arms and kick his legs to avoid secondary injury.

Click, click, stab.

Listening to the sound of scissors cutting clothes, Li Nanfang is almost bleeding.

It's really a heavy price to be forced.

This seemingly unimportant clothes, but he LAN Xiaoxin bought him handmade products, not tens of thousands, do not want to wear.

Although when Lao song braked hard, Li Nanfang once fell on the ground full of sewage to make it more realistic. At that time, when his brain was short circuited, he didn't realize how valuable his clothes were.

Otherwise, he would be stupid to risk damaging tens of thousands of clothes to blackmail people for 100 yuan for breakfast.

Fortunately, because of Li NanFang's unparalleled professional porcelain touch technology, when he fell down, he didn't let the road rub his clothes. He just got dirty. After washing, he just kept on wearing.

Can it be damaged by scissors?

Can you find a tailor again?

It's hard to pretend. It's quite a loss.

Well.

When Li Nanfang sighed in his heart, Jiang Muran's little hand swam gently under his chest and ribs.

Although wearing gloves, but still can feel as soft as boneless comfort.

This is to check whether he has obvious fracture.

Don't touch it. If you touch it again, I will react.

Li Nanfang, who was carefully examined by Jiang Muran, naturally thought that in those days of latex painting with her, there were physiological reactions that men should have, which was also very normal.

Just as Li Nanfang was about to raise his head, his little hand finally left.

When he was relieved, his little hand picked up his belt again.