After the light flickered, Zheng Ren saw three books appear in front of him.

Three books that are exactly the same.

Uncle System is really lazy, the things in the silver treasure chest are the same, there are no surprises.

Zheng Ren didn't take into account his non-chieftain physique at all, and if he was a little more European, he might be able to make a bigger surprise.

The three books are skill level books, which are also skill books, and they can raise any skill tree to the advanced peak level.

If you change the level calculation, a book is worth up to 1000 skills.

Zheng Ren had some regrets, if he gave himself 3,000 skill points, how good would it be, plus the 930 skills he saved from between his teeth, the level of general surgery could be improved to the master level.

After thinking about it, Zheng Ren also kept the three skill books and didn't use them immediately.

The point is that the threat of the system's uncle to erase brought a huge psychological shadow to Zheng Ren, with an area of three kilograms (well, not a clerical error).

He's always going to have to keep some hands on it.

It's like the deep venipuncture technique just now, if Zheng Ren hadn't left a few thousand experience points to exchange for the surgical training time, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to save so many people.

Zheng Ren is not stupid, when he was in the orphanage, he looked at all kinds of books donated by well-wishers from all over the world, and he had to do odd jobs to support himself every day after school, and he was still admitted to the top medical university in the country.

As for the graduate students who are exempted from the examination, as long as the supervisor is not blind, he will be accepted.

He gradually figured out the behavior pattern of the system, and every time he was induced, it seemed that there was a corresponding patient who needed to be treated by himself.

In other words, Uncle System seems to have the ability to predict the future for a short period of time.

That...... Shouldn't I learn about interventional surgery? Through thinking, Zheng Ren gradually came up with the idea of putting on a lead suit to do interventional surgery.

It's just an idea, and Zheng Ren has no plans to implement this idea for the time being.

The experience value of the system is not resistant, 75,000 points of experience, and there is only less than 21 hours of surgical training time when it is fully calculated.

For a completely unfamiliar branch of surgery, 20 hours is a good fart.

This is completely different from the 20-day surgical training time directly given by the system uncle at the beginning, when the light and shadow of the system space became blurred, as if it would be broken in the next second.

Zheng Ren had a feeling that the system was in an extremely dangerous state at that time, and he directly gave 20 days of training time, which should be a ruined move.

For now, it's better to slowly accumulate time for surgical training.

Besides, the biggest problem now is not to study surgery, but to take a good rest, and I have low blood sugar.

Zheng Ren didn't want to lie in the funeral home tomorrow, watching the hateful face of the hospital leader read an insincere eulogy to himself.

There is a systematic space for recovery, and there is no lack of mental power, but the body is a little unbearable.

Zheng Renjian no longer promulgated new tasks and observed the changes in the system space. At this moment, he suddenly had a sense that a crisis was imminent, and his mind moved, and he returned to the present world.

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"It's him! Son of a bitch, he dares to beat my mother!" a violent voice came from not far away.

"It's me who kicked me!I'm still a doctor, shit!" The old lady who was grabbing Dean Xiao's neck and making trouble in the hospital before appeared alive, pointed at Zheng Ren, and said with a splash of saliva.

As for whether Zheng Ren kicked her at that time, she didn't care.

The blood sugar has returned to normal, and the sweat behind Zheng Ren has gradually dried up, sticking to his body, sticky and uncomfortable.

Zheng Ren looked up and saw a tall man with twisted dragon tattoos on his neck, arms, and hands, and a finger-thick necklace, with a finger-thick necklace, barging in with several people.

The corridor was full of emergency patients and their families, and they were stunned, carefully making way for the fierce and vicious-looking strong man.

Generally, no one wants to provoke this kind of wicked person.

Because the first aid work has ended, the police from the nearby substation to maintain order have left.

Hearing the noise and noise outside, two hospital security guards opened the large iron door of the security room and poked their heads out.

"Look at you paralyzed!" the strong man scolded, his eyes were horizontal, and his domineering side leaked.

The two security guards did not hesitate at all, and immediately accompanied a smiling face and closed the big iron door.

The sound of "bang" made the background music for the rapid imitation action and inner panic.

Zheng Ren is helpless, in the hospital, this kind of thing is encountered too often.

The security guard is also a contract worker, but he wears an auxiliary police uniform. If there was a dispute, they would not dare to do it. If you hurt someone, don't ask whether it's right or wrong, fire the security guard first, and then pay compensation and apologize.

It's all a group of bitter buddies, and Jung in didn't express his dissatisfaction with the security guard's retreat.

What should I do if this happens?

What else can I do if I get beaten.

There are incidents of medical staff being beaten every day in the country, and the Second Xiangya Hospital is the most backbone hospital.

Facing the tower-like man, Zheng Ren had a thought in his heart - if he was injured, could he operate on his own and perform the operation under local anesthesia?

Although he was afraid, Zheng Ren did not intimidate.

Of course, it's useless to coax, that's for sure.

Anyway, they have to be beaten, who will they show to make a cowardice?

Zheng Ren was silent, stood up, and moved his shoulders and neck.

Several doctors and nurses trembled and tried to stop them, but they were frightened by the momentum of the strong man. They are all cultural people, they don't use their mouths but don't do anything, and no one has ever fought.

"Yo, little brother still wants to practice two hands?" Iron Tower smirked, his fists clenched like sandbags. Ten paces away, Zheng Ren could hear the creaking of his fists.

Zheng Ren is not ready to resist, he has not ordered his personal combat skills at all, what do you use to fight people?

He just moved his muscles and bones, but fortunately he recovered a little faster after the beating.

The originally noisy corridor was quiet, and hundreds of people looked at each other in silence.

"What are you going to do?" Shay rushed in front of Zheng Ren, his hands outstretched, trying to protect him with his own body.

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, just the small physique of the Shay people...... Slim figure, without a trace of fat. Good looking is good-looking, but definitely not resistant. If you punch it, you will break bones.

Hurriedly covered Shay's mouth and pulled her behind him. Zheng Ren has already confessed, and only hopes that his aunt and grandmother will not suffer with him.

Tie Ta was obviously very satisfied with his deterrent, looking at Zheng Ren with a cruel smile like a cat and mouse, and said angrily: "It's amazing, dare to hit my mother?"

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, reasoning with him?

That's the difference between getting you to wear a hat and not having you to wear one.

I recalled the skillful self-protection actions of the eldest brother in the emergency operating room when he encountered this situation.

Zheng Ren felt that he couldn't learn, and the eldest brother must have been beaten countless times to practice such a skillful skill.

Director Pan was not there, so he went to the internal medicine ward to find an empty bed. Fortunately, he is not here, just Director Pan's stinky temper, if he is here, he must not be beaten with himself?

I'm young, and it's okay to be beaten. Director Pan has old arms and legs, and the fracture is bad.

Zheng Renyi was short, protected Shay in the corner, holding his head in both hands, and his posture was very awkward.

"Young man, doctors are life-saving bodhisattvas. An elderly man whispered as he lay on an extra bed in the hallway of the emergency department.

The sound was small, but the corridor was unusually quiet, and many people around heard the old man's words.

The symptoms of nitrite poisoning are not severe, and it is estimated that it is related to the fact that the elderly do not eat much.

After calming Meilan, the blue-gray color of the whole body, which was not heavy, has gradually faded, and it is obviously improving.

"Dad, don't say it. A middle-aged man in his forties whispered dissuasion in his ear while turning his face sideways and smiling at Heita.

"Brute!" the old man was a little excited, and slapped his son in the face, "How did I teach you?!"

His voice was raised, and the two veins in his forehead bulged, which looked very scary.

The strength is not great, and the voice is small.

But this slap seemed to slap everyone's face and hit everyone's heart, and the atmosphere in the corridor was stagnant.

"Dad, control your emotions and watch your blood pressure. This frightened the middle-aged man, and it would be even more lively if the cerebral blood vessels ruptured and hemorrhaged due to emotional agitation.

"Grace of water, Yongquan Bao!" The old man struggled to get up, "What is this doctor tired of trying to save people, and you just watch him being beaten? Get out! I don't need your help, I don't have a son like you!"