Seven Hundred and Eightieth Chapters Cut Off

"It looks good."

"Poke it, does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts to poke!" Chen Xiaowang cursed angrily, but instead made himself sore, he hurriedly lay down calmly and evenly: "Don't tease me, it's time to go back to work in nine hours, when the time comes If the line is broken, I'll spray you all over the face."

The colleagues around the bed naturally ignored Chen Xiaowang, they were still swaying around, just wanted to poke Chen Xiaowang to confirm his condition.

Chen Xiaowang half-closed his eyes, he didn't even bother to watch the TV that was close at hand, he was on guard against his colleagues, and at the same time he was complacent.

"Old Chen's mouth is split open, the tearer, Old Chen?" Lao Piao came again today, recorded a few data, and played in front of him, looking at Chen Xiaowang with envy.

Chen Xiaowang raised his head and chuckled twice: "From now on, I will be called a disease-free person. You sick people, don't get too close to me from now on."

The old Piao sneered: "I'll stroke it for you from top to bottom, hair loss, dry eyes, rhinitis, pharyngitis, strict wife control..."

"Hey, hey, you've got to draw a good baseline. Tell me with your conscience, is this a disease for programmers?" Chen Xiaowang still tilted his head up, and coughed lightly twice.

Lao Piao was momentarily at a loss for what Chen Xiaowang said, but he slightly agreed.

"If you say you have no guts, you are not wronged." The programmer next to him joined in, and raised his hand again: "Solemnly declare, I don't have dry eye syndrome."

"Me neither, I just have trachoma."

"I have pink eyes." This man stared at Chen Xiaowang, and asked again, "How do you feel?"

"It's good. I don't feel anything special. It hurts a little. I can bear it." Chen Xiaowang described it carefully.

The programmer who said pinkeye thought for a few seconds, then turned around and silently took out his phone.

After 10 seconds, the "pink eye" programmer yelled: "Brothers, you are not authentic! Didn't we agree to roll a little bit and try one by one? You even asked for leave? Roll? No rolled?"

The programmers in the ward all laughed out loud.

"Wei Kang, what day are you waiting for?" Lao Piao looked at the appearance of other people, and knew that they, like himself, had already applied for sick leave in the company's backstage.

The company can still approve two and a half days of sick leave for a weekend. Of course, everyone can't get together to ask for leave, so if there are too many people who want to ask for two and a half days of sick leave, they all have to queue up.

Moreover, those who didn't get their turn in the first wave will probably have their turn in the second week.

"It's mine this week." The one who lined up earlier was proud.

"I'm next week."

"Me too next week."

The programmers in the ward basically lined up within a week or two. There were not many people in the first place, and even fewer knew the news.

"I'm really red-eyed." Wei Kang, who was the only one in the third week, lost his hair angrily, "I've had enteritis for several years. Hey, let's line up according to the severity of the disease."

"First come, first served."

"What's the severity of the condition? Your enteritis is worse than my appendicitis? My appendicitis is to cut the entire appendix. If you have the guts to cut the whole intestine, I will give you the place."

"I don't know the result yet. What are you fighting for? What if Lao Chen died of complications tomorrow? What if you asked for leave?"

There was a mess in the ward, but everyone was too bored and too anxious.

Chen Xiaowang felt that he was being cursed by innocence, so he also smiled: "Don't you ask what kind of surgery Dr. Ling does or doesn't do?"

Hearing what he said, the temperature in the ward dropped instantly.

After a few seconds.

Lao Piao nodded slightly: "After hearing what Lao Chen said, I feel that this guy's IQ has recovered."

"That's right, my face is also red, as if I can work."

"I have to give him more work when I go back."

"Doctor Ling can perform appendicitis surgery, cholecystitis surgery, liver resection surgery, as well as knees, Achilles tendons, fingers and fractures..." The little nurse nestled in the corner suddenly said a word, which once again pulled the atmosphere in the ward cold,

And said: "Intensive care ward, there are another 10 minutes of visiting time."

The intensive care unit is remodeled from an ordinary ward, with two or three beds in it. There are long-term nurses to take care of it. The standard of intensive care is similar to that of the ICU, but it is not as comprehensive as the ICU, nor does it have the high protection level of the ICU. Of course, The price is also much lower. In the emergency center of Yunyi, patients who have undergone hepatectomy are first transferred to the intensive care unit for a few days after they come out of the ICU, and then transferred to the ordinary general ward.

Chen Xiaowang was placed in the intensive care unit, which was equivalent to raising the level of care. In fact, because the nursing team was specially drawn out, they also designed more perioperative plans and arranged more manpower.

The patient's family members and colleagues, who would not offend the nurse in a leisurely manner, all laughed together at this time.

Some people were concerned and asked: "Only for appendicitis or something? Is Dr. Ling unwilling to do other operations, or what?"

"Have you ever heard of a doctor who can do all kinds of surgery?" The little nurse bared and laughed twice, as if she was just laughing at the shit-shoveling officer's cat.

Everyone seemed to understand, but nodded unwillingly.

"Don't you treat enteritis? Enteritis is similar to appendicitis." Wei Kang also exhaled, as if he had just been beaten.

"Doctor Ling doesn't treat enteritis." The little nurse nodded affirmatively, and said, "Enteritis is in the scope of general surgery, you have to find them."

"They don't dare to guarantee the 7-day recovery period." Wei Kang curled his lips.

The little nurse stopped talking, and it was even more troublesome to recover her intestines. If she said something wrong, she would be easily complained.

"Please ask Dr. Ling, if I don't line up here, I'm afraid I won't be able to get in." Wei Kang clutched his stomach.

"Doctor Ling really doesn't do enteritis. You really can't do it. You should find a way to take a vacation." The little nurse said and shook her head: "As far as I know, Dr. Ling also performed hemorrhoid surgery in Brazil."

"I also have hemorrhoids." Wei Kang's eyes lit up, and he fell into self-doubt in an instant: What am I proud of?

Lao Piao also laughed happily: "It's just right, forget about the hemorrhoids once and for all, so you don't have to worry about it."

"What kind of hemorrhoid are you? I am a mixed hemorrhoid, so I should be able to cut it, right?"

"Cut it off, it's best to cut it off once."

There was a burst of emotion in the ward, and everyone became excited.

"It's time for visiting, the patient's family members should leave." The little nurse pretended to look at her watch and drove out a group of hemorrhoids.

Everyone didn't take it seriously, and just before leaving, they greeted Chen Xiaowang:

"Recover well."

"Let us know if you feel unwell."

"Sleep more today, don't play with mobile phones or anything, and recover quickly."

Chen Xiaowang responded weakly, and waited for everyone to leave before complaining to the little nurse: "You can cut hemorrhoids, why didn't you tell me earlier, I'll let you cut them by the way."