Chapter 227

Zhou ran opened his mouth and felt speechless. He found that the finger tip nerve of the seriously wounded man was extremely active.

"Gulu ~" swallowed his saliva, and Zhou ran continued to ask, "you follow me, let's try to do a stretch first..."

Zhou Ran is a teacher, while carefully observing every tiny movement of his index finger.

All of a sudden, his pupils shrank, and his whole body began to tremble.

What did he see? Just finished the severed finger suture of the heavy wounded, his index finger even slightly curved.

Although the curvature of the curve is very small, almost invisible, but it does exist.

Hesitating for a moment, Zhou ran slowly opened his mouth and said, "can you tell me who sewed it up for you?"

"I don't know."

A faint disappointment flashed in Zhou Ran's eyes

"But listen to him, he is still a high school student..."

High school students!

Zhou ran stumbled and almost fell on the ground.

High school student, why don't you say he's a pupil?

Can a high school student master such a precise suture technique?

Even if you want to break your head, Zhou ran can't think of it.

"Are you sure he's a high school student? Not a doctor from a medical school? "

"That's what he said anyway..."

"Where is the other man?"

"Over there." The wounded man raised his left hand and pointed to the scene of the accident not far away.

"Take him to the hospital..." Zhou ran rushed to the medical staff behind him, gave an order, and then hurriedly walked in the direction of qinluo.

Along the way, Zhou ran was more and more shocked. Almost all the wounded had been stitched up.

What's more, the stitching techniques are totally different. Up to now, he has seen more than five stitching techniques.

Among them even appeared his original blanket edge sewing method!

"What kind of person is this?" Suddenly, I felt awe inspiring in my heart.

Soon, he saw a man in suit and leather shoes, about 20 years old, treating the wound for the wounded.

The key is that he is familiar with this person, the doctor in their hospital.

"I didn't expect that Zhuang Rui had such high surgical attainments." Zhou Ran's eyes narrowed slightly.

He was wondering whether to use his privilege to dig Zhuang Rui into the surgery hospital.

Thinking about it, Zhou ran said: "Zhuang Rui"

Zhuang Rui, who is dealing with the wound, suddenly looks back, a little stunned, and then a smile appears on his face: "director Zhou, how did you come?"

Zhou ran, who graduated from Tsinghua Medical College in 1998, is the surgical director of Beishan people's Hospital, and the pioneer of blanket edge stitching. He once appeared on the cover of the world's most famous medical magazine "Lancet".

Not to mention Beishan, even in the whole southwest area, surgery is among the best.

"Did you sew up the wounded?" Zhou ran asked.

Me?

Zhuang Rui's face was a little gloomy.

If he did sew it up, that would be fine.

Unfortunately, it's not.

He can only do the most basic debridement here.

"No Zhuang Rui shook his head and said.

Zhou ran a Leng, full of differences: "who is that?"

He looked around blankly. There was no one else on the scene, not Zhuang Rui. Who else was there?

"A high school student." Zhuang Rui answered seriously.

At this moment, Zhou Ran's pupil shrinks fiercely, and a huge wave rises in his heart.

If he had doubts before, now those doubts have disappeared with Zhuang Rui's confirmation.