Learn about the human body

Walking on the boulevard of the medical school, Tang Qizhen's heart was almost broken.After the phone call, he was full of ideas, and he wrote the script with his roommate in three days.As a result, when discussing the lead role, the whole team worked together and insisted that he invite Fu Yansheng.

Naturally, he didn't want to disturb his seniors, but he was weak and naturally unable to speak hard words, so in the end he obediently compromised and took the hope of the whole group to fight for the medical school.

There are window displays at the entrance of each college, in addition to department introductions, well-known alumni, and campus celebrities.He looked all the way, and the first one was the 17th grade clinical student Fu Yan.In the photo, he was wearing a white coat, with short bangs and a serious expression.There are countless social work and award-winning experiences, densely packed the page.

Looking back a few more times, I didn't expect that Min Siqi was also on the list. His resume was also rich and colorful, but he had a little less hair than Fu Yansheng.

No wonder this guy is always unhappy with his seniors, he is probably also a competitor academically.

After walking around for a while, I finally rang the bell.The originally quiet campus became noisy, and students walked out of the teaching building in groups of three and four.Tang Qizhen stopped and waited for him under the steps of the laboratory building.

Fu Yansheng was surrounded by a group of people.Because in today's clinical teaching class, he showed his astonishing knot-tying speed, and the students were all asking him for a certain treasure website of the surgical instrument kit.

He didn't want to answer this kind of mentally handicapped question, so he walked down the stairs on his own, and could only wrong Fei Zhibai to help him out: "You can find this kind of thing on the Internet, why do you have to buy the same model as him? The test is possessed by the gods, and I have been roommates with him for three years, and still fail so many subjects?"

The students finally dispersed.Fu Yansheng said thank you in a low voice, and went down the stairs.

Seeing Tang Qizhen's expression softened a lot: "Wait a long time, have you had dinner yet?"

"I've already eaten, senior, hurry up and eat."

"No, you come directly to the office with me." As he spoke, he went to the parking shed to get his bicycle.

The medical school in the evening is not scary at all. The setting sun hangs behind the house, and the rays of light shine all the way.Only then did Tang Qizhen see clearly that there were still flowers hidden in the lush branches and leaves of the trees beside the road, like a bunch of small lavender wind chimes.

"This is Paulownia catalpa leaf." Fu Yansheng walked over pushing the cart, as if he knew what he was looking at.

Tang Qizhen nodded knowingly: "It's pretty nice."

He also rode over, but for some reason no one rode, and the two pushed the bike to the student activity center tacitly.

"You sit down first." Fu Yansheng ordered, walked to the sink to wash his hands, and changed out of the white coat that smelled of disinfectant.

While waiting, Tang Qizhen turned on the computer and read the script again. For some reason, he was more nervous than when he handed over his homework at the end of last year.

Fu Yansheng fiddled with the desk again, and walked over with chocolate and bread.

"Do you want to eat?" He handed one to Xiao Tang, while peeling off the candy wrapper himself.

"Don't you like sweets?"

"But sometimes the body can't bear it after standing for a long time." With sugar stuffed in his mouth, his voice was a little muffled, "Our major often delays classes, and I don't want to waste time going to the cafeteria to eat during the exam week."

"...Are you still in exam week?" Tang Qizhen suddenly felt embarrassed.

But he downplayed it, took out the bread and took a bite: "It's okay, I've finished my review."

This aura of being a top student...Xiao Tang murmured in his heart.

"It took only three days to write the script, and you guys are pretty good." Fu Yansheng didn't want to look through things when he was eating, so he chatted with him for a while.

"It is estimated to be less than 7 minutes, so the script is not too long."

"Yeah." Fu Yansheng ate another piece of bread, sealed the rest with a sealing clip, and washed his hands in front of the sink.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, Tang Qizhen couldn't help being curious: "I thought you paid so much attention to health preservation that you wouldn't eat bread."

"The food at school is not healthy. It is heavy in oil and salt. It was bitterly salty several times." Fu Yansheng dried his hands, sat down beside him, picked up a stack of papers and asked, "Is this a typed manuscript?"

Xiao Tang nodded obediently.Fu Yansheng skimmed through it first, the seven pages were divided into four acts.The general idea is to start with a rescue on the verge of life and death. After more than ten minutes of thrilling, the patient turned from danger to safety, and the doctor began his long memories of his eight years in college.

"It is indeed much better than when you first approached me, and some narrations also touched me from the perspective of a medical student." Fu Yansheng turned the script back to the first page and brought it close to his eyes, "Did you write it? "

"Almost." Tang Qizhen hid for a while.

Knowing that he was hiding, Fu Yansheng moved forward an inch, and said with a smile, "Then do you want me to be the starring role or help you change the script?"

"What!?" He frowned.

Fu Yansheng restrained his smile, pushed the script in front of his eyes, tapped his fingers a few times, and said seriously: "This part, 'Quick! Continue chest compressions, don't stop. But it's been 5 minutes!'..."

"Is there any problem?" He felt a little embarrassed when he heard the words he wrote being read aloud.

"The patient is in septic shock, only doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation without even turning on the defibrillator, can it be saved?"

"..."

"And here, 'Prepare to inject epinephrine, 10 mg!' Do you know what this concept is?" Fu Yansheng subconsciously wanted to take a pen from his breast pocket, only to realize that he had changed his white coat, got up and took it out of the pen holder One, circle it on the paper, "A clinical adrenaline is 1mg/ml, are you going to push ten in a row for the patient? Generally, you don't say that when rescuing patients. From which TV series did you see the mistake?" Express?"

Tang Qizhen was so embarrassed, he turned his head and whispered: "I am not responsible for this paragraph, it was written by a friend of mine."

Fu Yansheng pursed his lips indiscriminately when he heard the words: "A lot of professional terms are useless. Dexamethasone is generally used for allergies and asthma, so it is not appropriate in this situation." After finishing speaking, he rolled the script into a drum and tapped it. Putting down Xiao Tang's forehead: "What's in your little head?"

"It's true that my friend's writing is not rigorous, so please help me to correct it." Tang Qizhen muttered while lying on the table.

"Then you'll have to pay me double."

"Oh," he cautiously leaned over and glanced, "Speaking of which, we will start the machine this Saturday. Are you free?"

"Well, I have the last test on Saturday morning."

"The show also arranged a girlfriend for you, don't you mind?" He continued to test.

Fu Yansheng paused, pretending to be reluctant: "Is it possible for the organization to send it or not?"

"Thank you," Tang Qizhen retracted his gaze, "I don't know how to thank you this time..."

"I'll talk about it when I think about it." Fu Yansheng returned the revised script to him, Tang Qizhen glanced roughly, and stuffed it into his schoolbag together with his laptop.The art student has high requirements for computer configuration, and his notebook is huge, so he had to get up and shake his schoolbag before stuffing it in, and patted the raised part of the zipper of the schoolbag soothingly with his small paw.

"What are you doing with your schoolbag?" Fu Yansheng captured this detail.

"Ah?" He raised his head in response, continued to pat with his schoolbag, and said seriously, "It's bulging here, I'm afraid that the zipper will be opened, and I want it to hold on."

Because he was picked on a lot just now, the roots of his ears were slightly red.Fu Yansheng glanced secretly, and couldn't help teasing: "It's dark, are you afraid to go back alone?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm not a three-year-old child."

"Senior gave you a talisman." Fu Yansheng went around mysteriously, biting his ear, and poked at the vertebrae of his back.

"What are you doing?" Tang Qizhen only felt itchy, turned around and saw a severed hand covered with scarlet scars, and then retreated abruptly, his eyes widened, "This, is this fake?"

"Well, a silicone mold." He replied, but put the fake hand across his arms, stroking each scar with satisfaction, "Although it's fake, I cut 58 knives on it in a month, intermittent, horoscope, Nearly a thousand stitches in the hemming and all. Look... how beautiful it is."

Pretty... head!Tang Qizhen's mouth twitched when he heard the words: "You are the only one who cares about this ghost thing."

"Oh?" Fu Yansheng's eyes twitched lightly, "I sent you off with good intentions. Don't you think it's particularly imposing when you walk around the school with this on a dark and stormy night?"

Tang Qizhen glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said angrily, "I'll be fine if I'm not scared to death by your broken hands."

"This is called fighting poison with poison." He was serious, and slowly stepped forward to prop him up in front of the table with one hand, hooking his Adam's apple with the fake hand full of scars.

"Gudong——" Tang Qizhen was so frightened that his back went cold, he grabbed his schoolbag and stumbled to the door.Hearing Fu Yansheng's extremely restrained laugh in the room, he was angry and ashamed, he poked his head in and scolded angrily: "If you laugh again, I wish you fail the sewing test!!"

It's too much, why does he think about making fun of himself all day long!