After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 1345 I Didn’t Poison
"vomit--"

"Oh!"

"Oh my God!"

There are two cameras in the live broadcast room.

One was fixed on Feng Yin's chest, and the other was held alternately by Lin Yu or Zhang Boler, so that the entire scene could be captured.

Most netizens choose to watch the two live broadcast shots using split screen, while some only use one shot.

No matter which one it is, you can see the whole picture very completely.

The little fat boy vomited with a "wow" sound, and the turbid, yellowish, and sour vomit hit Feng Yin's face and chest.

But Feng Yin didn't move a step. He pierced the back of the child's hand and wrapped the plastic fixing plate of the infusion needle around the palm of the little baby's hand in one go to prevent the child from moving his hand and touching the injection.

The father holding the child did not move, and the child's mother's first reaction was to catch the child's vomit with her hands.

Others, when they saw, heard, or smelled it, subconsciously covered their noses or took a few steps back.

[Oh my god! I only opened the camera from Feng Yin's perspective, and it seemed like the spit just now was on my face, so I subconsciously dodged it.]

[Feng Yin didn't dodge, this is human instinct! She is so awesome! ]

[The child's parents didn't move either. As a mother, I can especially understand the mother's subconscious action of picking up the child with her hands.]

At this moment, Feng Yin took the tissue handed over by the person next to him, gently wiped the things on his face, and said jokingly: "Don't bully me because I'm small. I'm smart, right?"

She was not angry at all. This was a hospital and she had gotten dirty countless times.

You can’t say you just have to get used to it, just say it’s part of a nurse’s job.

Feng Yin went to the bathroom first to take care of herself. After changing her clothes, she continued to work in the infusion hall. As for lunch, there was no need for her to eat as she had no appetite at all.

Feng Yin, who was doing acupuncture, also helped to break the ampoule. If he could connect all the sounds of breaking the ampoule together, it would be no different from setting off firecrackers.

This work lasted until about three in the afternoon, and Feng Yin was transferred to the children's ward area.

Because she had experience as a confinement nanny and had a nursing qualification, she was a great help to the overcrowded pediatric ward. At 5 p.m., the regular nurses started to leave and the night shift nurses started to work.

Feng Yin was a 24-hour temporary worker, so he had no choice but to continue working.

The emergency room is not quiet at all at night.

There were mothers holding their children with high fever barefoot, some were bleeding from accidental injuries, and some were alone suffering from unbearable stomach pains.

It was already night time and the queue for seeing a doctor was very slow. Everyone thought they had an emergency, otherwise they would not have come to the hospital.

Parents holding children with fever asked several times why the process was so slow.

The nurse explained again and again that we had to queue up and that emergency rooms were treated based on the severity of the patient’s condition.

But people always lose their temper when they are tired or worried.

Feng Yin prevented four fights in one night due to queue cutting or slow medical treatment.

At this moment, a bowl of porridge was thrown at her, a bowl of porridge thrown at her by the patient's family because of a temper tantrum.

Feng Yin could have dodged it, but for some reason she was a step too slow, and the bowl of porridge hit her all over.

After seeing Feng Yin like this, the man who was making trouble finally stopped.

Feng Yin only felt a splitting headache and his stomach churning.

She hadn't eaten much to begin with, and her stomach was twitching violently.

"vomit--"

Feng Yin vomited.

This action scared the man opposite.

"I just threw a bowl of porridge! I didn't poison it!"