I'm a god of medicine

Chapter 7 Temporary Mission
A bowl of 30 yuan topped with mutton soup, soaked in two biscuits, Yang Xi ate this lunch quite ecstasy.

Hiccupping, pushing the bicycle, wandering back to the hospital.As soon as I entered the gate of the hospital, I met Dean Lin immediately.

"Hi~ Lin Yuan, have you eaten yet?"

Dean Lin smiled all over his face and replied, "Not yet. Didn't he send Director Qin away just now? Director Qin is really, no matter what, he doesn't want to stay for a light meal."

【Ding!From Dean Lin Tong'an's mood swings, charm value +8. 】

Yang Xi was very confused. If you didn't eat it, you would eat it. What about the ones who are prone to mood swings?
"Hi~ It's really hard work for Lin Yuan to take care of everything every day!"

Dean Lin waved his hand and said, "For Wanji...ahem, serving the people is not hard work. So what, Xiao Yang, the wounded person in the morning was sent to the ICU?"

"Hi~ standard procedure, routine treatment."

Dean Lin nodded, and ordered: "Go and say hello to Dr. Li, and be a little more courageous when charging fees. Boss Hu's money is not earned for nothing."

Yang Xi agreed.

At this time, Dean Lin answered the phone: "Hey~~ Hey! I'll be there right away, 5 minutes at most."

No need to ask, Dean Lin must have made an appointment with one of his three hobbies. There is a ban on alcohol at noon, and it is not suitable for high songs. Then, the only option is to play mahjong.

Once upon a time, Dean Lin's living conditions were Yang Xi's example and pursuit.

Poems as proof:

Open a small knife, receive a red envelope, drink and sing, often flirt, talk about hemp rubbing masters, and look at the present.

How can a Bashi be able to live this small life.

But right now, Yang Xi doesn't know what's going on, and a subtle change has taken place in his thoughts. Looking at the back of Dean Lin's departure, he can't help shaking his head and sighing softly, and shouted in a low voice: "Young master has lofty ambitions, but you don't want to be so ambitious." It's pathetic, lamentable... hiccup!"

That's right, although Dean Lin can be regarded as the number one person in Liuquan Town, but he didn't open up, how could he be compared with Yang Xi.

Putting the bicycle back into the shed and walking slowly towards the ward building, the system electronic sound suddenly rang in my ear.

【Ding!The system dispatches a temporary task, asking the host to go to the outpatient clinic and complete two outpatient minor surgeries independently.Please select 1 to reject the task, and select 2 to accept the task. 】

Yang Xi stopped suddenly.

"Let people take a breather? You are not only a cheating thing, but also a standard..." Yang Xi swallowed, and said the last word viciously: "Dumb!"

The virtual interface appeared immediately, and a prompt box popped up for the host to accept the temporary task.

Obviously, the system took all the other words in Yang Xi's complaint just now as p, and only recognized the penultimate word: two.

Yang Xi froze immediately.

so naughty?
You are a broken system, you are so coquettish, does your mother know?

After being frozen for more than ten seconds, Yang Xi could only sigh softly, turned around, and walked towards the outpatient clinic.

Liuquan Town is the No. 1 big town in Dongshan County other than the county seat, with a population of more than 20 in the town area, and nearly half of the population living in the town.Although the population is large, the economy is not very developed. Compared with Dawu Town next door, the per capita GDP of Liuquan Town is about [-]% lower.

It is also for this reason that the development space of the town hospital in Liuquan Town is much better than that of other town hospitals.The more the population, the more patients, this is just one of them.People lack money in their pockets and are reluctant to go to big hospitals in the city when they are sick. This is the most fundamental reason.

Therefore, there is no lack of minor operations such as circumcision and circumcision in outpatient clinics.

Dr. Sheng Dajun from the department was in the outpatient clinic that day. Dr. Sheng had silver hair and a red face, and he looked like an expert, but his colleagues in the hospital knew that Sheng's "expert" had no diploma and was in his 50s. None of the attending doctors was promoted, and he is still a resident doctor.

Some outsiders once complained about Sheng's "experts", saying that for a surgeon, it doesn't matter what academic qualifications and titles, what matters is the level of surgery.There is indeed some truth in this statement, but the colleagues in the surgical department of the hospital and the group of people in the operating room are about to cover their mouths and laugh, because Sheng Dajun is the most representative of Liuquan Town Hospital who is clumsier than his hands since the establishment of the hospital. sexual figures.

If a sect with clumsy hands and feet is established, Sheng Dajun is the undisputed candidate for the head. As for Yang Xi, he is at most a third-generation disciple.

Who are the second generation disciples?

In a teahouse 300 meters away, Dean Lin made out a piece of nine cakes, then sneezed three times, and asked suspiciously, "Who is scolding me?"

However, Sheng Dajun is not without merit.

This old man learned the skill of acupuncture and massage from someone more than [-] years ago, and it was because of this skill that he just caught up with the spring breeze of the combination of Chinese and Western medicine and was admitted to the town hospital.However, in the Western medical system, Chinese medicine is not very popular, and the income is not high, so this old buddy launched a series of operations, and finally succeeded in occupying a place in the major surgery.

In recent years, the medical market has been gradually liberalized. Sheng Dajun has followed the trend of the times and opened a Chinese medicine clinic in the town. The business is not booming, but after removing the rent, he can earn a thousand or eight hundred a month. Tobacco money.

Thinking about his own business, Sheng Dajun made appointments for all surgery clinics that day at noon.The sooner you finish your public work, the sooner you can take care of your private work.

When Yang Xi came to the outpatient clinic, Sheng Dajun was rolling up his sleeves to prepare for the operation, and the two patients who had made an appointment were waiting in the corridor outside the door.

"Hey, how can you let your old man do this kind of rough work by himself? Come on, you smoke a lot, and a guide is enough!" Yang Xi piled up rock sugar scum on his face, took out his cigarette, and took out the cigarette. One was respectfully handed to Sheng Dajun.

Looking at Sheng Dajun's posture, it seemed that he didn't like to talk to Yang Xi, but seeing that the cigarettes Yang Xi took out were actually 38 yuan a pack of big tribute, the old man hesitated, and finally freed his hand, He took the cigarette from Yang Xi.

"Why, do you want to practice swords again?" Sheng Dajun lit a cigarette and caught Yang Xi's mind.

Yang Xi glanced at the operation sheet, and said with a sneer: "How can such a minor operation be worth practicing? I'm really here to help you."

This kind of matter was left in the past, and Sheng Dajun agreed. Although he always looked down on Yang Xi, he would not offend his colleagues for such a trivial matter.However, at noon that day, Sheng Dajun didn't know if he had taken the wrong medicine or something, but he smoked Yang Xi's cigarette and rejected Yang Xi neatly. "Not today. The two patients outside are all my acquaintances."

Promise is affection, rejection is duty, Yang Xi was thinking how to say a few more nice words, and begged Sheng Dajun to change his mind, but seeing Sheng Dajun's face changed, he suddenly raised his voice, and shouted: "I want to Let's practice the sword, next time!"

(End of this chapter)