I'm bound to the divine medicine system

Chapter 308 Unworthy of being a doctor
How could Bai Lin take this kind of patient who is troublesome at first glance? At first glance, this person is a ruthless person who fights and fights. If this kind of person is cured, you should be cured. If you are not cured, your medical skills are not good. trouble.

"I'm in the internal medicine department. He needs to go to the surgery department for this injury." He pointed to the surgery department casually, without even saying a word to remind them to stop the bleeding and not shake.

Doctor Wang saw it, and his dissatisfaction with Bai Lin rose to the extreme.

This kind of person is not worthy of the name of a doctor at all.

Mu Qingyi stopped the two medicine boys from the internal medicine department and asked them to carry a stretcher to pick up the patient.

The medicine boy is not a surgeon, so they don't want to ignore Mu Qingyi's instigation. In their eyes, Mu Qingyi is just ordering the medical girl, and their status is not much different from their medicine boy. Why should they order them to work.Besides, they are in internal medicine, and Mu Qingyi is in surgery. The whole medical department knows that Dr. Bai and Mu Qingyi are not dealing with each other, so they will not ask for trouble.

The two medicine boys rolled their eyes at Mu Qingyi and were about to leave, but were stopped by Medical Officer Wang, "Didn't you hear what Doctor Mu said? Why don't you go quickly?"

The two drug boys were frightened by what doctor Wang said, and rushed to carry the stretcher.

The young man lay on the stretcher and was carried steadily. He felt much more comfortable, and finally he could breathe and talk, "Where is A Rui?" The young man said to the middle-aged man who was following the stretcher.

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Ari protected the gang leader and went to the East Street. I don't know what's going on now."

When Mu Qingyi heard the middle-aged man mention the gang leader, she couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at him, and saw that there was indeed a tiger head embroidered on the man's back, and then looked at the young man on the stretcher, who was also dressed in the same way.

"Is anyone else injured?" Mu Qingyi asked.

The middle-aged man said: "Yes, a lot."

"If you are not injured, you can wait at the gate of the medical office and let the injured come directly to the surgical ward." Mu Qingyi said.

The middle-aged man looked at the girl who was following the stretcher in surprise, thinking that when they came over for treatment, these people would like to pretend not to see them, why did they ask him to bring someone here today?

Entering the ward, Dr. Xu, who was practicing suturing on the pigskin, immediately became excited when he saw the wounded patient enter.

After practicing for so long, he finally had the opportunity to try it out.

After the examination, Mu Qingyi was speechless. This guy looked bloody all over, but in fact, he lost three teeth and had a few cuts on his lower arm and abdomen.

Dr. Xu volunteered to help the patient suture.

Mu Qingyi simply gave up the patient to him. Anyway, the wound is not deep, and it's just a matter of scars. These people probably don't care.

After Dr. Zhou learned of the situation, he immediately dispatched several medicine boys from the surgery department, and waited at the gate of the medical office with a stretcher. When he saw an injured patient with limited mobility, he directly carried them to the surgical ward.

If this kind of thing was in the past, he would never do it.One thing more is worse than one thing less, this is the daily life of these people who are mixed in the public health department.

However, it is different now. Ever since Mu Qingyi came to the surgical ward, the smell of salty fish in the past has disappeared, and everyone has become more active, especially after Yue Yin's hair came down this time.

Not long after, the wounded patients began to be carried into the surgical ward one by one. Dr. Xu and Dr. Zhou went into battle together, and even Dr. Ge rushed over with freshly made tweezers and pliers.

Without anesthesia for sutures, one can imagine what a miserable scene it must have been in the ward. Those strong men who had never cried when they were hit by knives, many of them were crying now.

(End of this chapter)