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After Guanghua flickered, Zheng Ren saw three books appear in front of him.

Three identical books.

The uncle of the system is really lazy. The things in the silver treasure chest are the same, no surprises.

Zheng Ren did not consider his non-Emirates physique at all. If he was a little bit European, he might be able to make even bigger surprises.

The three books are books that improve the skill level, and they are also skill books. They can raise any skill tree to the advanced peak level.

In the case of a component-level calculation, a book is worth at most 1000 points.

Zheng Ren has some regrets. If you give yourself 3000 points of skill, how good it is, plus the 930 points that you saved from your teeth, the general surgery level can be upgraded to the master level.

After a calculation, the three skill books Zheng Ren also stayed, and did not use it immediately.

The key is that the threat of the system uncle's obliteration brought a huge psychological shadow to Zheng Ren, and the area has three kilograms (well, not a clerical error).

He always has to leave some hands behind.

Just like the deep venous puncture technique, if Zheng Ren left thousands of experience points for the training training time, I am afraid that I can't save so many people.

Zheng Ren is not stupid. In the orphanage, he looked at various books donated by good people from all over the world. He still has to work as a part-time job to go to school every day, and he is still admitted to the top medical university in the country.

As for the exemption graduate student, as long as the instructor’s eyes are not good, he will be accepted.

He gradually figured out the behavioral patterns of the system. Every time he induced, there seemed to be a corresponding patient who needed to be treated himself.

To put it another way, the system uncle seems to have the ability to know the prophet for a short period of time.

Then... Should I learn to intervene in surgery? By thinking, Zheng Ren gradually got the idea of ​​wearing lead clothes to do interventional surgery.

However, it is only an idea. Zheng Ren has no intention to implement this idea for the time being.

The system experience value is not resistant to flowers, 75000 points of experience, and there are less than 21 hours of surgery training time.

For a completely unfamiliar surgical branch, 20 hours of good fart.

This is completely different from the initial system instructor who gave the 20-day surgery training time directly. At that time, the light and shadow of the system space became blurred, as if the next second would be broken.

Zheng Ren had a feeling that the system was in an extremely dangerous state at that time, and directly gave 20 days of training time, which should be a move.

As for now, it is better to slowly accumulate surgery training time.

Besides, the biggest problem now is not to learn surgery, but to take a break and have hypoglycemia.

Zheng Ren did not want to lie in the funeral parlour tomorrow, and looked at the fascinating court leaders to confess their insincere words.

With the recovery of system space, there is no shortage of mental power, but the body is too much to eat.

Zheng Ren sees that the system no longer issues new tasks and observes changes in system space. At this moment, he suddenly felt a feeling of crisis approaching, and his mind returned to the world.

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"It's him! The bitch, I dare to hit my mother!" A violent voice came from afar.

"I am the one who is jealous of me! Or a doctor, shit!" The old lady who had been in the hospital holding the neckline of Xiao Yuan’s neck was alive and kicking, pointing to Zheng Ren, the sloppy sputum.

As for whether Zheng Ren had married her at the time, she could not care.

The blood sugar has returned to normal, and the sweat behind Zheng Ren has gradually dried up, sticking to the body, and it is sticky and uncomfortable.

Zheng Ren looked up and saw a tall, exposed dragon-shaped tattoo on his neck, arms and hands. He was a strong man with a thick gold and orange necklace and a few people. Come in.

The corridors were full of first-aid patients and their families. They were stunned and carefully opened the way to the savage and savage.

Generally, this wicked person is unwilling to provoke.

As the first aid work came to an end, the police in the nearby branch that maintained order had left.

Hearing the noise and noise from the outside, the security guards of the two hospitals opened the large iron gate of the security room and poked their heads out.

"Hey you are paralyzed!" The strong man sighed, his eyes crossed, and the domineering side leaked.

The two security guards did not hesitate, immediately accompanied a smile and closed the big iron gate.

"砰", the background music for the rushing imitation and inner panic.

Zheng Ren is helpless. In the hospital, this kind of thing is too often encountered.

The security guard is also a contractor, just wearing a uniform of police uniforms. If there is a dispute, they can’t dare to do it. If you hurt someone, don't ask right or wrong, first expel the security guard, then pay the money and apologize.

They are all a group of hard-pressed buddies. Zheng Ren did not express dissatisfaction with the withdrawal of security guards.

What should I do if I encounter this situation?

What can I do if I fight?

Every day in the country, the medical care was hit, and the Second Xiangya Hospital was the most versatile hospital. What was the final result? Still not chilling.

In the face of the big man in the iron tower, Zheng Ren’s heart flashed a thought – if he was injured, could he do surgery by his own surgeon and local anesthesia?

Although afraid, Zheng Ren did not.

Of course, it’s useless, and that’s for sure.

Anyway, you have to be beaten, and who will you give it?

Zheng Ren was silent, stood up, and moved his shoulders and neck.

Several doctors and nurses trembled and wanted to stop, but they were scared by the brawny. They are all cultural people, and they don’t make a move. No one has ever played.

"Hey, my brother still wants to practice two hands?" The tower smirked, and the fists like sandbags clenched. In ten steps, Zheng Ren can hear the sound of his fists.

Zheng Ren is not prepared to resist, personal combat skills have never been ordered, what to fight with people?

He just has a little activity, so he can recover faster after being beaten.

Quietly in the noisy corridor, hundreds of people face each other, if you are cold.

"What are you doing?" The Xie Yi rushed to Zheng Ren, opened his hands and wanted to protect him with his own body.

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, and the small body of Xie Yiren... Slim body, no trace of flesh. It looks good, but it is definitely not resistant. When you punch down, you will have a fracture.

Quickly grabbed the Xie Yi's mouth and pulled her behind him. Zheng Ren has already recognized it. He only hopes that Grandma and her grandmother will not be guilty with themselves.

The tower is obviously very satisfied with his deterrence. Like a cat and a mouse, he looks at Zheng Ren’s smile and screams: “It’s very powerful, dare to beat my mom?”

Zheng Ren smiled and told him reason? joke!

This is the difference between wearing a hat and not wearing a hat.

I remembered the emergency operating room, the big brother encountered this situation, skilled self-protection action.

Zheng Ren feels that he can't learn ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That big brother must have been beaten countless before he has developed such skill.

Director Pan was not there, went to the internal medicine ward to find an empty bed. Fortunately, no, it’s a bad temper for Director Pan. If you are here, you can’t be beaten with yourself.

I am young and I am beaten up. Director Pan’s old arm and old leg, the fracture can be worse.

Zheng Renyi was short, and he held the Xie Yi in the corner, holding his head in both hands, and his posture was very awkward.

"Young people, doctors are life-saving bodhisattvas." An old man lying on an extra bed in the emergency department corridor, whispered.

The sound is small, but the corridor is very quiet, and many people around the place have heard the old man's words.

His symptoms of nitrite poisoning are not heavy, and it is estimated that there is not much to do with eating in the elderly.

After the calming of Meilan, the blue-gray that is not heavy in the whole body has gradually faded, and it is obviously getting better.

"Dad, don't say it." A middle-aged man in his forties was whispering to his ear and screaming at his face. He smiled at Black Tower.

"Bee!" The old man was a little excited, and a slap in the face of his son, "How did I teach you?!"

His voice increased, and the two veins on his forehead swelled up and looked very scary.

The strength is small and the sound is small.

But this slap is like a fan on everyone's face, hitting everyone's heart, the atmosphere in the corridor is a stagnation.

"Dad, control emotions, pay attention to blood pressure." This is frightening the middle-aged man, and if it is caused by emotional cerebral vascular rupture, it will be more lively.

"Shui Shui En, Yong Quan Bao!" The old man struggled to get up. "This doctor is tired of saving people. You just watched him beaten? Roll! Without you, I don't have a son like you!" ”