My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1009 Are you a new intern?
But when he returned to the living room again, he was no longer leaning on the sofa.

Ye Jin'er searched for a while, and found the man walked into the kitchen.

Knife in hand.

Ye Jin'er was frightened, and her steps became tense.

Consolingly, he said, "Fang Ci... you... don't be overwhelmed... put down the knife."

bang——

The knife was stuck into the cutting board and shook twice.

The man murmured, "This knife won't work..."

Then he drew a slightly smaller knife from the shelf.

He dug a piece of meat out of the refrigerator, and started slicing it slowly with the knife.

Frowning tightly: "What are you still doing, wipe your sweat."

Ye Jin'er: "Huh?"

Fang Ci's eyes became sharp, "Are you a new intern? Don't know how to wipe the sweat of the surgeon?"

Ye Jin'er: "..."

Although he didn't know why the other party was in this state when he was drunk, Ye Jin'er still cooperated with his performance.

I went to get a clean towel and wiped the other person's forehead.

Although there is no sweat on the forehead.

"Stitches."

"Needle holder."

Ye Jin'er got into the action this time rather quickly, and casually took a threaded needle and a pair of tweezers and scissors, and handed them to the other party.

Then I saw that after Fangci had finished dissecting a piece of meat, he began to sew it up carefully with thread.

One stitch at a time, with extra care.

Ye Jin'er watched blankly from the side.

I thought to myself, Fang Ci should be like this in front of the operating table, right?
Conscientious and cautious, we try our best to save every life, and dare not be sloppy.

The hands of the other party who were sewing needles did not shake at all, holding the simple pair of tweezers scissors, with an embroidery needle clipped on it, and threaded it back and forth on a piece of pork.

After all, these tools cannot be compared with those used in the operation, so Fang Ci took a lot of effort to sew up the piece of pork.

After finishing all this, he put down his tools and let out a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, Doctor Fang, is the operation successful? Can we leave the operating room?" Ye Jin'er stood aside and asked cautiously.

Just as Fang Ci was about to nod his head, his face suddenly changed, and he said bitterly, "No, the patient's wound is bleeding heavily, quickly bring the hemostat."

Ye Jin'er jumped on the spot in shock when she was yelled at by the other party.

Hemostat...hemostat...

Where the hell is she going to get him a hemostat?

In the end, I could only get a vise casually, handed it to him, and said, "Here comes the hemostat, Doctor Fang."

As soon as he handed it over, Ye Jin'er found that Fang Ci had cut open the pork that had been stitched for half a day.

The thread was also pulled out.

"Doctor Fang, what are you doing?" Ye Jin'er was confused.

Fang Ci said solemnly: "The wound part is broken and needs to be stitched up again. You are an intern. Take a good look at it. This is an important lesson in your life."

Ye Jin'er: "..." She didn't want to accept this important lesson.

Therefore, the operation to rescue the pork lasted until midnight.

As a conscientious intern, Ye Jin'er turned upside down almost all the tools that she didn't usually use at home.

Even the electric drill turned out.

By the end of the operation, the pork was no longer the pork it was.

It was in pieces, and finally stitched together by various needles and threads, which can be called broken art.

Ye Jin'er praised Fang Ci's superb medical skills, and yawned wearily: "Doctor Fang, can you leave the operating room?"

(End of this chapter)