Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Are you also the group that was sent by the ambulance earlier?" The nurse suddenly covered her mouth: "Why haven't you had the operation yet!"

After talking with the nurse for a while, my brain and eyes finally came to their senses. Only then did I see clearly that the nurse in front of me was very handsome and very likable.

"No." I pretended to be pitiful and said, "As you can see, I suffered the least injury, so I am not qualified to take an ambulance, so I took a taxi here by myself."

The nurse laughed dumbly and said, "What qualifications do you need to take an ambulance! If you are also together, then you can start the operation immediately."

"Why don't you have to pay the fee?" I asked curiously. [

"I don't know about this. Anyway, the leader has taken care of you. You guys will have surgery first." The nurse explained patiently.

I found that her attitude was really good, much better than the cold nurse before.

"Then let's sew it up quickly, it's not good if it takes too long." The nurse put her hands in the pockets of her white coat, turned her head and walked to another doctor's office and said, "Doctor Wang, there is another wounded here, the same as the one just now." The batches were sent by ambulance together, can the operation be performed now?"

"Where is it?" A young doctor came out with a tired face, which seemed to disturb his lucid dream.

"This." The nurse pointed to me sitting on the row of chairs.

When I saw that I was mentioned, I quickly straightened my body.

Dr. Wang came over, looked at my arm injury, and then at my face, and said, "Go out to mix society at such a young age? Parents don't care?"

"No, I was involved by accident." I said with my head down.

"Xiaoqing." Dr. Wang turned to the nurse just now and said, "Let's arrange the surgery."

After more than ten minutes, nurse Xiaoqing led me into the operating room and made me lie on a bed.A few nurses walked in and out, and they didn't know what they were busy with.

At this time, another doctor walked in and asked me with a syringe, "Do you want anesthesia?"

I was startled and said, "Of course I want to fight. I'm not Guan Gong. I can scrape bones and heal poison by playing chess!"

There was a lot of laughter around me, and I realized that the doctor was joking with me, and my heart felt a little more at ease.