80 military doctor's little wife

All the students in this field are novices, and only Tang Yuxin should have some foundation, so he should be very good at cultivating good seedlings. It seems that he must be a qualified medical staff in the future.

Tang Yuxin pulled out the needle for Tian Yuan, then washed her hands, and later prepared to let others prick her. In fact, she was not afraid. They all came from this moment. She pricked herself, pricked herself many times, and pricked herself in pain. Even when she learned Chen Style needling, she pricked her own into a servant. She was also the second uncle of her family, At that time, the second uncle really loved her and was willing to be a human flesh needle drill for her.

Now think about it, really, only relatives can be so free to love you, love you.

She washed her hands and stretched them out.

Tianyuan took a deep breath, and then entangled Tang Yuxin's arm. However, Tang Yuxin was so white that she didn't dare to prick it. She couldn't do it.

She grabs Tang Yuxin's hand. With this touch, she finds that Tang Yuxin's skin is really warm and cool, but now she has no fragrance on her body. She takes medicine and hides the fragrance.

She has wrapped a rubber band around Tang Yuxin's hand bowl. Tang Yuxin is very thin, so she can easily find her blood vessels. Such obvious blood vessels must be very good.

She closed her eyes, but also closed their eyes to calm down, is the first time to start, her hand is shaking, there is sweat in the palm, sweat from the forehead is also a drop of the downward flow.

Until she opened her eyes, she had already taken a deep breath several times, and then she bit her teeth and forced her way to Tang Yu.

The sudden pain made Tang Yuxin not only frown, but also not scream like others.

It's wrong.

One side of the tutor saw like this, "I didn't say many times that I asked you to prick the blood vessels. Why do you have to prick the skin? It's not tattoo. It's injection and intravenous infusion. Do you understand?"

"I... i... I'm sorry..."

The body of the countryside is shaking like the wind.

"It's OK. One more time."

Tang Yuxin pulls out the needle himself, and then gives his other hand to Tian Yuan.

The countryside is full of tears. I really feel sorry for Tang Yuxin.

"It's OK, it doesn't hurt," Tang Yuxin comforted the countryside. In fact, her heart gave a bitter smile. How could it not hurt? Or pain to death, if not she can bear, now may also be like others, screamed out.

When Tianyuan saw Tang Yuxin like this, he could only do it again.

"Here," Tang Yu said, directing the back of his hand, "just stick it in, with less force and accurate angle."

After a few drops of sweat on her forehead, she trembled her hands. This time, it was a success. Although Tang Yuxin was still in pain, whether she was a doctor or a nurse, this needling was a must.

And some people's blood vessels are obvious, but some people's blood vessels are very difficult to find, so what we need at this time is that doctors or nurses have good eyesight and experience.

At the end of the class, Tang Yuxin looked at the back of his hands. The back of both hands was blue. If her skin was black, it would not be easy to see it. However, she was very white, and this kind of white skin was not good. It was very clear that she suffered a little injury.

The countryside is afraid to see Tang Yuxin's hand, because she let people get these two needles, because she didn't know how to do them, so she bought one for free.

No, one for two.

It's OK. Just practice slowly. Tang Yuxin doesn't pay attention to the injury on the back of his hand. He just looks at it seriously, but it doesn't hurt much. He can't help it. It's too white.

Even if you are as black as me, you can't see it even if you hit your face. However, she is very proud of it. Finally, she knows that she has the advantage of being black, that is, if she practices injection with others in the future, at least she can't see the injury.

In fact, she was wrong. She didn't hurt the back of her hand. It's not because she was black, but because Tang Yuxin's technique is good. If she changes to another classmate, everyone is new. Let her have a try?

See if you can tie the back of her hand into a pig's hoof.

In the afternoon, Tang Yuxin has to clean his house and buy some disinfectant. Soon after, there was a severe shortage of these, at least for a period of time. Moreover, Kyoto was also a major epidemic area in those years.

She went to the supermarket and took out ten bottles of disinfectant directly from the shelf.

No matter how much, she can't take it. It's OK. Now it's nearly half a year before SARS starts. She has plenty of time to prepare.

She will buy disinfectant is put in the room, there is nothing in the room, only four empty walls, she will put the disinfectant in the corner, at this time, the bruise on the back of the hand is a little shocking.

And she did not care, as she said, just look serious, in fact, did not feel much pain?

She had no class this afternoon, so she could spend the whole afternoon here. So she went to buy disinfectant several times, but she didn't buy it in the same place. After several times, she had already stored more than 50 bottles. Then she picked up the rag and began to clean. After several times, the whole room had been cleaned. Even the stone table outside was not stained with any dust, You can feel that in the flowing air, there seems to be something happening in that time and space.

Quiet, there are always some wonderful sounds.

For example, birds call, for example, the wind, for example, the rain.

If it rains here, it must be a scene.

She is sitting on the stone table, also holding up her cheek. When the conditions are better, she will buy some furniture to put in it. Although her father gives her a lot of living expenses, it may not be enough if she really wants to buy furniture. She is still thinking about whether to take a job, but in the end, she finds that she seems to have accomplished nothing except become a doctor.

She was a woman without any characteristics in her last life.

In addition to going to school, she makes money by working, working as a tutor, living expenses and tuition fees. She has sent leaflets to others, got up at four or five o'clock in the morning, delivered milk, sold newspapers and even polished her shoes. Anyway, she does whatever she can make money. She has never chosen a job. Is it that she is choosing a job, but the job is choosing her.