Wu Hui is still looking at the ceiling of the operating room and feeling about life.

Most of the time, the desolate and tragic situation of life that can not be realized in the flowers and applause is now surging out, with some sigh.

But in Wu Hui's view, there was only a moment. The emotion in his heart had just begun. Before he thought of the future, he heard Zheng Ren's voice: "the operation is finished. Su Yun will show you the appendix later."

With that, Zheng Ren tore off his sterile clothes and turned out of the operating room.

Done?

Wu Hui felt that he had been anesthetized twice in a row, which led to something wrong with his brain.

Anesthetics, you must not use too much, you must!

"Dr. Su Yun, what's the situation?" When Wu Hui saw that the cloth sheet in front of him was removed, his vision was suddenly empty, and he knew that the operation was finished. I just had a lot of doubts in my heart, so I asked.

"The operation is over. Here, this is your appendix." Su Yun removed the sterile sheet, took the pathology basin and showed Wu Hui the appendix inside.

It is thick and big, with a layer of green, white and yellow pus moss attached on it. A broken hole is in the appendix, so obvious and so ostentatious.

At the broken hole, you can vaguely smell the stench emanating from it.

Didn't you wash your intestines? This was Wu Hui's first thought.

Su Yun took the pathological basin and bumped like a frying spoon. The appendix changed various angles and showed in front of Wu Hui without dead angle.

"Dr. Su Yun, why didn't you wash your intestines?" Wu Hui asked.

"You think it's a washing machine. Throw it in and wash it inside and out?" Su Yun's disdain is particularly strong and has reached the highest level of his life. "This appendectomy requires a particularly high level of technology. Doctors in community hospitals can't do it. They can only use... According to your understanding, it's disinfectant or laundry detergent to wash the abdominal cavity."

With that, Su Yun put the pathology basin with appendix on the instrument table.

"Just wash the outside. The inflammatory infection inside depends on your own immunity."

"..." Wu Hui was stunned.

"If you resist, you'll be fine." Su Yun turned and tore off his sterile clothes.

"What if you can't resist?" Wu Hui asked.

"Die, what else can I do?"

“……”

"First, there is a continuous high fever. The fever burns to about 40 degrees Celsius, and then suddenly one day you fall into a coma, and you no longer have fever. Your temperature drops to a normal or low level." Su Yun explained and intimidated Wu Hui very seriously, "then, if there is a community hospital, it will accept you. Like those emergency patients you see, you should intubate a ventilator to assist you in breathing, and then insert a urinary tube, gastric tube and deep vein tube. You will charge 100000 dollars a day for treatment until you finally die."

Wu Hui was stunned.

Su Yun's description is similar to some situations in his series, and is also similar to the emergency patients he saw in the community hospital. Who knows this situation is only one step away from himself.

"Then..."

"Then what, does your sister look at your appendix?" Su yundao.

"No... No." Wu Hui suddenly thought of something and immediately asked, "what did you do, Dr. Zheng and Dr. Su?"

"The technical level is too high. They can't do it. We can do it. We can't think of such a simple thing? By the way, we'll meet again later. Don't call Dr. Su or Brother Yun." Su Yun said expressionless.

Wu Hui looks at Su Yun. He is wearing sterile clothes. His handsome face is covered by sterile hat and sterile mask. Nevertheless, a layer of mask still can not completely cover his handsome and heroic spirit.

"I'll send you back later. We're leaving. We'll contact you when we have time. Remember, when we meet next time, call me Brother Yun." Su Yun was afraid that Wu Hui would forget it and told him.

"I... can I eat?"

"Hungry?" Su Yun had already gone to the operating room. Listening to Wu Hui's words, she stopped and looked back at her.

"Yes." Wu Hui said honestly.

"Ask you a question."

"You say."

"One day, there were three little sheep in the operating room. Suddenly, a wolf in sheep's clothing burst in. How many sheep are left in half an hour?"

"1." Although Wu Hui didn't know why Su Yun asked the story of coaxing children, he still honestly said the answer in his heart.

There was only one wolf in sheep's clothing, barely a sheep.

There are many answers to this childish question. It seems that the handsome little brother who forced himself to call him Brother Yun wants to embarrass himself? But it doesn't matter. Wu Hui is very gracious. He doesn't care about these little things.

"Three." Su Yun said, "because eating is not allowed in the operating room."

With that, Su Yun turned and left.

Er... Wu Hui was stunned and wanted to laugh. These days, all the minors tortured by illness are scattered at this moment.

……

……

Zheng Ren went to the room outside to watch the operation. Dr. Charles was looking at the door and waiting for his arrival.

"The operation was well done." When Dr. Charles saw Zheng Ren coming back, he smiled and said.

"Basic surgery." Zheng Ren is a little shy, "and the surgical instruments are especially handy."

"Sit down." Dr. Charles then sat down, but the others around him did not sit, but stood like a pillar, slightly depressed.

Zheng Ren didn't understand, but he still sat over.

"Your surgical level has reached a very high level. Although I don't recognize some actions, it still makes some sense. You can see that you have achieved everything by virtue of your talent. It's not like being taught. Everything is like being made in an abrasive tool."

Dr. Charles leisurely evaluated Zheng Ren's operation.

As a master level surgeon, appendectomy has practiced thousands of sets. Not many people in the world are qualified to comment on Zheng Ren's appendectomy.

Dr. Charles is one of them.

Zheng Ren didn't argue with Dr. Charles as he did in the big ladder classroom that day. He just listened.

"Continue the operation. I expect that the surgical operation will gradually withdraw from the historical stage in 20 to 30 years. The Da Vinci robot will replace the human hands and become a new surgeon. In other words, the robot arm will become the doctor's hands."

"But at last, I solemnly give you a piece of advice, young man - with unparalleled surgical level or interventional level, you can get respect, but you can't get the Nobel Prize."

"If you want to win the Nobel Prize, go to basic research. If you are interested, I have several directions here. After you make a choice, you can ask me at any time." Dr. Charles once again warned Zheng Ren.

Very serious, very serious.