Gou in the operating room to add some upgrades

Chapter 117: Fuck the skill training device until it explodes! (Please subscribe)
Well, it seems that for the first time, I have finally gained a three-dimensional understanding of the image of my aunt, Professor Wang Huan, as an old naughty boy.

"Professor Yang, just now..." Fang Xian pointed at the screen.

The middle-aged man walked in, wiped his sweat with a paper, and at the same time began to blow on the air outlet directly below the air conditioner while arranging his hairstyle.

After taking a little time to explain to Fang Xian, he muttered and complained: "If you had come a little later, I would probably have given birth to my third child."

Fang Xian: "..."

What does this have to do with me? Is it my fault?
Fang Xian didn't know how to deal with it for a while, but he also knew that this video was probably recorded by Professor Yang in advance, and it was obviously a different kind of "skin" to release it at this time.

It should correspond to the time when I came here before, not today.

What the hell is this thinking.

A minute later, Professor Yang put down the mobile phone that was used as a mirror, looked at Fang Xian, and asked indiscriminately: "Brother, how did you do it? You have been in the operating room of the trauma center for a month and a half, and you can't leave the door without taking a step back." ?”

Fang Xian was a little confused by Professor Yang's "big brother".

"Professor Yang, my name is Fang Xian, you can call me Fang Xian." Fang Xian quickly corrected him.

The previous explanation was given to the video and must be repeated now.

He didn't directly answer Professor Yang's question, and Fang Xian was also examining whether the middle-aged man who didn't have a professorial demeanor was really a professor.

Professor Yang looked at Fang Xian carefully and sighed: "You are a more ruthless person than your uncle. Your old Fang family is even crazier than me. You can't afford to offend him."

"Can't be bothered."

Fang Xian didn't know how to reply again.

"Professor Yang. Me?"

"What do you want from me?" Fang Xian quickly changed the subject. When it came to the naughty rank, he estimated that none of him would be a match for the other party.

Fang Xian dared to reply when he kept talking about his uncle.

"Huh? Oh, something happened, but that matter has passed now."

"If you don't come here, my grandson will soon have a child." Professor Yang waved his hand indifferently.

Then he said: "Come here, let me see what your basic skills are."

"Do you have one or two level 5 skills?"

"One or two..., two or three." Fang Xian quickly replied. At the same time, in order to increase his weight, he felt that he could have a third level 5 basic skill at any time.

In order to get the attention of Professor Yang.

When Professor Yang was walking, he suddenly staggered slightly.

Turning his head: "How many are there?"

His eyes were full of intriguing looks, as if he was examining how Fang Xian could be more naughty than he imagined.

Can the number of skills still be bargained?
"Two." Fang Xian still said that after all.

Professor Yang rolled his eyes upward when he heard this, and then said: "Two, that's about it. There are still ten days of competition in Central China, so you can reluctantly go there for me then."

"I'm too lazy to be an award guest or something. I'm still writing the outline. It will be published next month..."

"Why are you going?"

Professor Yang turned around and scolded him as he spoke.

Fang Xian had already moved a few steps outside the skills training room and stopped at this moment.

"Professor Yang, I think it would be more practical for me to go back to the operating room to work." Fang Xian was not sure what Professor Yang's temper was, so he responded cautiously.

Not sure about the other party's temperament, Fang Xian didn't dare to leave directly, otherwise he would turn around and leave.

It's just that this professor has something wrong with his brain, right?

From the beginning of the meeting, apart from not doing anything about personnel, not talking about people, talking about everything.

"I just asked you to present an award for me!~" Professor Yang stretched his head a full thirty centimeters toward Fang Xian, his neck stretched diagonally between his shoulders and head, and his eyes were stunned.

Fang Xian was about to leave after hearing this. What kind of temper is this?

Fang Xian's head was like a rattle, and he regretted coming to see such a funny old naughty boy.

"Professor Yang, I don't have the level and qualifications to do such a thing." Fang Xian's tone returned to calm, but the look of disappointment in his eyes was extremely intense.

My aunt, Professor Wang Huan, said that Professor Yang invited him, and Fang Xian thought that he could feast his eyes or ears, and Professor Yang would not hesitate to teach him, and he himself did a good job of courtesy.

But after arriving, I realized that he was just an old naughty boy.

What are you doing?
If you let yourself go to the Central China Division to be an award guest for him, will you die in society or be drowned in spit?

Professor Yang stared at Fang Xian carefully for a long time, and after a full minute, he asked again: "Can you tell me what is the bottom line and boundary you have set for yourself?"

"At what point can you be a normal person?"

Hearing Professor Yang's words, Fang Xian, who originally had contempt for Old Professor Yang, immediately rolled his eyes out, feeling a little flustered for no reason.

"Professor Yang, what do you mean by that?"

Professor Yang straightened his body and spoke slowly, his tone seemed to be changed: "People have souls, souls have desires, and desires are hard to fill."

"If the soul does not desire, the madman will have something to send him."

"Your current behavior must have a basis and sustenance, and this sustenance will take you all the way!" Professor Yang seemed to be able to see through everything.

See through Fang Xian.

Fang Xian was really nervous.

At this moment, he truly felt the terror of the other party. Professor Yang's reputation was not blown out.

"Professor Yang, did I get the wrong meaning? Or did you express the wrong meaning?" Fang Xian's tone was very firm and decisive.

Professor Yang strode across and walked between the skill training instruments: "A desperate man who doesn't care about his life also has desires, either for money, fame, or profit."

"There is no crazy introversion for no reason, or forgetting to sleep and eat."

"If you tell me, I might be able to help you." Professor Yang made it clear again, but did not force him.

Fang Xian slowly approached Professor Yang, and while walking, he was entangled in a complicated way.

When he was about two meters away from Professor Yang, Fang Xian said, "It used to be there, but now it's gone."

"Medicine can be entered for a person, but not for a dead person."

"That's all, Professor Yang, thank you." Fang Xian spoke frankly, took a deep breath after speaking, and looked at Professor Yang calmly with burning eyes.

Professor Yang scratched his head when he heard this.

It seemed that Fang Xian's performance and behavior were beyond his expectation once again, and he didn't follow the rhythm he arranged, making him feel like he couldn't control the overall situation.

"You seem to have got the true temperament of your old Fang family." Professor Yang could only mutter in the end.

"You can be humble, but you just don't ask for help, right?"

"If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Yang. Your uncle Fang Yun is my second senior brother."

"I've been watching you for a long time. To be honest, why are you working so hard?"

Fang Xian didn't reply at first.

But he also knew that Professor Yang was talking about his uncle Fang Yun.

It's just that uncle Fang Yun is not a cousin from the same grandfather as his father, but he is also a cousin from his great-grandfather.

After thinking for a while, Fang Xian asked curiously: "Professor Yang, what do you mean, can I ask someone?"

Fang Xian sized up Professor Yang, curious about what the opponent's level 6 perfect skills looked like.

"That's right, look, the dyeing workshop has started again after giving the color."

"I asked you to do something, and when you push back and say that you can have a chance, you start again, right?"

"You didn't pay attention to any of the two key points I mentioned, right?"

Professor Yang started PUA, which made Fang Xian's face turn slightly dark.

But after a while, Professor Yang said again: "If you are willing to agree to my request and go to Han City for me, I can show you what a level 6 skill looks like. This is what you are curious about, right?"

"How about it? You can make a lot of money from this business!"

Fang Xian's eyes flickered.

The things that Professor Yang talked about that he was curious about were indeed the so-called perfect skills.

Fang Xian asked: "Professor Yang, do you have to go to this award ceremony? Or, can you just ask someone to go instead of you?"

Fang Xian didn't believe that if Professor Yang insisted on refusing, someone could put a knife on his neck.

"Educating people and teaching is for the continuous inheritance, for the future to learn more, and for the future to push forward the waves. What should go still has to go."

"After all, people are not so old that they can't move their bones."

After Professor Yang explained this, he looked at Fang Xian: "But you said that I just asked someone to go for me, so I'm not happy. Can someone like you be found casually?"

"Actually, I think that letting you go will stimulate those young 'little beasts' who have excess hormone secretion and are extremely competitive and have a strong desire to fight."

"Of course, I must explain here that "little animal" is not an insult. If you feel it is inappropriate, I can apologize to you."

The last sentence that Professor Yang added was exceptionally proficient and timely.

Fang Xian blinked his eyes.

Brows furrowed.

How could Professor Yang's apology be so skillful?

Fang Xian was very hesitant, and his heart was agitated.

In fact, he doesn't want to go to the Han market. If he goes to the Han market, he will waste a lot of time. Time is the skill point.

If I went there by myself, there must be a lot of trouble.

However, Fang Xian knew that he didn't know how long it would take before he could experience and experience the perfect level of skills.

Therefore, at present, if he wants to know the complete picture of perfect skills, he can only ask others.

And there aren’t many people you can ask for—

Professor Yang's ears are surprisingly big. If you just look at the ears, Professor Yang looks like Zou Junzi's father with big ears.

It's just that Zou Junzi's big ears are placed forward on both sides, while Professor Yang's ears are close to the temporal bone.

"Professor Yang, I think I am still not qualified for this job."

"It's not that I'm unwilling to make your request, it's just that I can't." Fang Xian responded after calming down.

What kind of identity, what kind of things to do.

Fang Xian has not even obtained the status of a first-level specialist now, so he is going to be the award guest.If you really get mad and pretend, you will be scolded.

Also a waste of time.

Fang Xian has slowly put away his curiosity.

This is a perfect skill, just don’t look at it.

Professor Yang nodded slightly when he heard this and said, "You have quite a personality. I like it quite a lot."

"Do you like reading novels?" Professor Yang suddenly asked.

Fang Xian shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

"If you haven't read it, you can go and have a look. It just so happens that you can order an extra one for me. Let's add a friend first, and I will push the name of the novel to you. Maybe, there is what you are looking for. "As Professor Yang said, he was about to take out his mobile phone and scan the QR code with Fang Xian.

Fang Xian: "????"

What does this mean?
But Professor Yang had already taken out his mobile phone, so Fang Xian could only actively scan the QR code to add friends, and made a very careful note: Professor Yang from the Trauma Center.

After adding friends, Professor Yang sighed and said, "I thought you would come to me a month ago. I also wanted to entrust you with something."

"After all, Wang Huan is your aunt. You can at least think of climbing up the pole..."

"But you?"

"Oh. Forget it."

"I won't talk about you anymore." Professor Yang was a little confused.

"Come on! I'm going to start showing off..." Professor Yang hesitated for a while, then the other party waved casually and walked towards the skill training device.

Fang Xian's eyes immediately lit up and he followed Professor Yang towards the skill training device.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Professor Yang did not wear a sterile surgical gown, but just grabbed a pair of sterile gloves and put them on his hands, then went to a skill training device and started operating.

His hands are like the wind!
Operation like thunder!

The instrument in his hand is like electricity.

However, in the blink of an eye, the time was not long, but the number of operations made Fang Xian dazzled and even overwhelmed.

Fang Xian didn't even have time to examine what Professor Yang was doing. Professor Yang, who was just holding a syringe and operating it on the skill training device, solved the "battle" in just 3 minutes.

After the operation, the only thing in Professor Yang's hand was the syringe.

Moreover, after Professor Yang’s operation is completed.

He didn't look at the screen of the skill training device curiously, but turned his head to look at Fang Xian, with his back to the skill training device.

The other party said calmly: "Don't look at it, it must be a display error, because the skill training instrument can't detect it at all. I have suggested that such garbage equipment should have a new core, but Lao Zhou just didn't believe it, and he didn't believe it. refused to invest money..."

As soon as Professor Yang finished speaking, Fang Xian saw red letters flashing on the display screen of the skill training device.

"Error! ×!"

"error!"

"Error! ×! error!"

"Dididi!~"

"The inspection failed, please restart the test."

And above the display screen, there seemed to be a wisp of smoke rising slowly.

This was the first time Fang Xian saw such a scene.

Fang Xian's expression at this moment was full of astonishment, and his eyes were even slightly frightened.

what does this mean?
Professor Yang directly used the skill training device to explode?
Is it smoking?

Is this poking into the circuit inside?
Unfathomable?

Fang Xian looked at the circuit panel in front of him, and then the skill training device "rong" and shut down.

Fang Xian pointed to the direction of the display screen of the skill training device with his finger.

Professor Yang turned around first, and then his whole body was shocked.

"Ci'ao, there's a short circuit..."

(End of this chapter)