No. 1 rich family abandons young

"The morgue?"

Shen Lang already understood in his heart.

As expected, the head of the department deliberately disgusted him.

"What? Can't the morgue work? I've seen a lot of interns like you, with high eyesight but low hands!" The director of the department said in a bad tone.

Presumably, he had already gotten through with the head of the department.

"Li Jianfei must have asked you to do this, right?" Shen Lang's eyes were cold.

Li Jianfei is the name of the head of the department.

"Can you control it? Just based on your taint, finding a decent job is harder than reaching the sky, so just be content!" The department director gave Shen Lang a disdainful look, and then went to make a ward round.

Shen Lang would never continue to carry a corpse.

This is an insult to him, and even more an insult to his master, the goddess doctor Zhao Lingshu.

I'm going to spend a day today, but this young master wants to see what tricks you guys want to play!
At this moment, Shen Lang wandered around the morgue in the interest of playing tickets.

As long as he is willing, it will not take much effort to buy this hospital.

It was chilly in the cold storage, but Shen Lang had pure yang power to protect his body, so it was difficult for the cold and evil air to penetrate.

Shen Lang pushed a corpse into the cold box briskly, without any sense of fear.

Although it was the first time to do this job, it was commonplace for those who had experienced killing since childhood.

The dead are not to be feared, but the living are to be feared, such as treacherous people like Chen Jie!

"If it wasn't for me, Shen Lang, who needed to practice in Ping'an City, with my previous violent temper, I could have razed your hospital to the ground."

The corner of Shen Lang's mouth twitched, and he complained lightly.

Just then, a colleague called him.

"New here, what are you muttering about? You won't be able to get used to it the first time. You'll get used to it later. Hurry up and carry the body with me. This old man is quite heavy!"

Hearing the shouts of his colleagues, Shen Lang walked out.

Shen Lang decided to get rid of the last corpse and return to school.

The new deceased was an old man, about 70 years old.

"How did you die?" Shen Lang casually asked his colleague.

"Don't mention it. The weather has been very hot recently. This person suffered from myocardial infarction. Due to overwork and the hot weather, he passed out on the side of the road. When he arrived at the hospital, he was already dying."

"No family?"

"The family members are on their way here. After the family members sign the papers, they will go directly to the funeral home. Don't ask too many questions, and hurry up. Many people die in the hospital every day. It's not surprising, just get used to it."

Hearing his colleague's answer, Shen Lang nodded.

Working in the mortuary, he has long been numb to the dead.

However, Shen Lang suddenly felt something was wrong.

I accidentally touched the dead man's wrist just now, but felt a pulse beating.

"Not dead! This person is still alive!"

Shen Lang said immediately.

"How could it be possible? Director Liu of the Cardiac Surgery Department personally said that this person was completely dead. Even after defibrillation, he was not rescued, so he was declared dead." The colleague shook his head quickly.

"This old man still has a pulse. I felt the beating just now." Shen Lang had a serious expression on his face.

"Damn it! Don't scare me, I've been working in the mortuary for three years, and I've never seen such a strange thing happen!"

The colleague said in disbelief, then touched the old man's wrist, and immediately rolled his eyes at Shen Lang.

"Come on, you don't have a pulse at all, it's completely cold!"

After pushing the old man into the morgue, the colleague found an excuse and slipped away.

All kinds of dirty work must naturally be handed over to newcomers. This is an undisputed rule that cannot be disputed by any industry.

Shen Lang stood quietly in the morgue with a serious expression.

He was not surprised that his colleagues could not feel the pulse.

However, he studied under the No. [-] female doctor in China, Zhao Lingshu, and learned the "Divine Finger Pulse Cutting Technique", so he can feel the very meager pulse.

Even if it is as light as a goose feather and as weak as a gossamer, it can still be felt.

"It can be saved." Shen Lang was very sure.

Obtained the inheritance of China's number one goddess doctor, although it cannot be exaggerated to say that it can cure human flesh and bones, but as long as the other party has a chance of life, they can be saved.

Without any further hesitation, Shen Lang used the method of acupressure, and applied it to each of the twelve acupoints of Tianxing.

After a while, the various acupoints were opened up.

At this moment, the old man suddenly woke up and was lifted up abruptly.

The old man was still in the chaos, and he didn't understand what was going on, when he opened his eyes, he saw the name on Shen Lang's badge.

"me……"

"You are still alive, and I have dredged the twelve acupoints of Tianxing for you, but I am going to get off work now."

After Shen Lang finished speaking, he called the hospital: "An old man was resurrected in the mortuary, you can figure it out."

Afterwards, as soon as Shen Lang took off his white coat, Shen Lang left gracefully.

Back at school, parked the supercar in a hidden corner, turned around and went to the cold drink shop on the street for a drink.

When he came out, he saw a group of alumni surrounded by the car, taking a photo with his Hennessey Viper.

What's more, they even took a vibrato.

"When can we drive this car!"

"Dream, there are only three sets in the country, what's wrong with you!"

"Speaking of which, this car is better than Zhou Zihao's car, so it must be the car of some big boss."

"In terms of weight, this is a car only available at the level of Zhou Zihao's father."

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang shrugged helplessly. The most urgent task now is to buy a house as soon as possible.

This nationally limited supercar parked at the school gate is indeed too conspicuous.

Shen Lang walked by, his style of painting changed suddenly, which immediately attracted discussions.

"When the culprit comes, take care of your girlfriend."

"Why doesn't this product deliver food? It's an unprecedented change of clothes."

"It's just street stalls, look at the Adidas I just bought."

"It's better to die than to live like Shen Lang."

"It's true. He turned a pair of Wang Bo into a bad brand, and now he can't even find a job after being number one in professional courses."

Hearing the alumni's comments, Shen Lang was very indifferent.

In his capacity, he doesn't need to explain to a group of ants.

At this moment, he remembered that the car door was not locked, so he reached into his trouser pocket and lightly pressed the car key.

Hearing the ear-piercing sound of the flute from the Hennessey Viper, the alumni of Ping An University beside the car were at a loss and fell into a panic.

"I haven't seen the world."

Immediately, Shen Lang walked into the school gate calmly.

At this moment, the No.1 civilian hospital in Ping'an City exploded.

Mr. Song, who had been declared dead, came back to life!
Mr. Song is an antique tycoon from the provincial capital, and also a cultural celebrity in the whole province, with a particularly high reputation.

I just opened three new antique shops in Ping'an City, and fell ill due to overwork.

At this moment, Mr. Song was lying on the hospital bed, already in good spirits.

He kept chanting a name.

Shen Lang!

"Grandpa, who is Shen Lang?" Song Ci, the granddaughter of the old man, asked with a puzzled face.

Mr. Song said with a serious face: "He is a life-saver, and I will find him at all costs. I have a great gift to thank, and I must find him!"