Disasters often happen when everyone is not prepared. When you think the sun will rise normally tomorrow and there is still meat for today's dinner, disaster will suddenly bring you a blow. In the worst and most unacceptable way, it shows you how bad a thing can be.

Sun Lien is suffering from a disaster.

"Fuck!" Sun Lien sat on the dressing bed in the rescue room, holding the wall with his hands back, shaking all over his body and red eyes. "Fuck!" One after another, confident swearing words gushed out of his mouth. On his exposed belly, Dr. Bruen was holding bent pliers with helpless expressions, poking a strip of gauze soaked in iodine into Sun Lien's belly.

"I sympathize with you very much, really." Even the Texan who had been patting Sun Lien's belly carelessly had to express sympathy for Sun Lien. Perhaps because of the lack of hard work in the past few days, the wound on Sun Lien's stomach liquefied. After consultation by several other doctors in the treatment group, everyone unanimously decided to open the two sutures on Sun Lien's belly in advance and perform drainage treatment.

When changing the dressings before, because Iodine was used to disinfect the wound, Sun Lien did not find any light yellow liquid oozing out of his wound. And there was no prompt on the status bar. Until today when changing the dressings, nurse Xiao Guo discovered that there was some light yellow liquid on Sun Lien's belly. When changing the dressings yesterday, Yuan Ping'an disinfected them with hydrogen peroxide.

"Fuck!" Sun Lien's eyes were wide open. In addition to removing the sutures and tearing the partially healed wounds for drainage, in order to ensure that the granulite grown on both sides of the wound is active and not infected, Dr. Bruen used a very classic but effective preventive treatment measure on Sun Lien - using a medicine spoon to scrape off the light yellow fat on the wound.

How to describe this pain degree...? It is probably like someone polishing it hard on your wound with the roughest sandpaper. The sandpaper itself is a special product - the thing used to replace the abrasive on the sandpaper has been replaced with sea salt particles. The pain degree... Anyway, according to WHO classification, it is definitely the most serious level 4. The most terrifying thing is that Dr. Bruen's operation method is too stable. After he used crane nose pliers to spread Sun Lien's wound, it looked like he scraped it for about three minutes.

"Is this a new type of disinfectant?" Before using gauze strips soaked in iodine, Zhou Ce specially handed over a bottle of rehabilitation liquid and asked Bruen to rinse Sun Lien's wounds. After Bruen opened the medicine bottle, he poured half of Sun Lien's stomach. Then he asked about the faint fishy and sweet smell in the air and said curiously, "I have never seen this thing before."

"This is a domestic specialty, you must have never seen it in the United States." Zhou Ce smiled, "The freeze-dried insect body extract of the American cockroach is a good thing to accelerate wound healing."

Dr. Bruen looked like a ghost, "You use cockroach tea to wash people's wounds?"

The name of cockroach tea... to a certain extent is quite appropriate. However, Sun Lien can't care about these things now. As long as he can finish the treatment quickly, let alone washing the wound with rehabilitation liquid, he is even willing to drink two sips of "cockroach tea". He gritted his teeth and said to Dr. Bruen, "Stop chatting, can you hurry up?"

After stabbing the drainage strip, Dr. Bruen pressed and fixed the drainage strip with gauze blocks and medical tape. Then he was still unsatisfied, "In fact, if conditions permit, the effect of using VSD (closing continuous negative pressure attraction) would be better."

"If you have such a big wound, use VSD?" Sun Lien was sweating so much that he put down his weak arms and leaned the back of his head against the wall to support his body. Although it was so painful, he never felt that he needed to use VSD. "That kind of thing is for patients with severe skin grafting or diabetic foot. I haven't reached that point yet."

After packing up his clothes and wiping his sweat, Sun Lien got off the bed with the help of Zhou Ce and walked out tremblingly. This kind of dressing change that seemed to be tortured was too tormenting. Even though Sun Lien was mentally prepared, he was still so painful that he almost fainted from the pain that could not be ignored. It was unlikely to drive to the dinner scene right away in this state. Whether psychologically or physically, Sun Lien did not think that he could act independently now.

I'm going to wait a little longer...

This is all Sun Lien’s psychological activities now.

Zhou Ce and others were still a little worried about Sun Lien's condition at first, and repeatedly checked it and confirmed that Sun Lien only needed a little rest. They felt relieved and gradually left the small conference room to do their own business. Dr. Bruen looked at the medicine bottle in his hand with disgust, kept opening the lid, put it under his nose and sniffed it for a moment, and then used an electric shock action to keep the medicine bottle away from him.

Sun Lien took a long time to relax before he had the strength to speak. It was absolutely impossible for him to say that he was not feeling unhappy in his heart - although it was not a mistake for the wound to liquefy, it was true that Bruen almost suffered from pain.

"Do you have a sip?" Sun Lien was still trying to relieve the pain. It was about an hour before the dinner began. Conservatively, it was only twenty minutes away from the car. So he began to try to trick Bruen into taking a sip of "cockroach tea". "I heard it tasted good, a bit sweet."

"I'm already past the age of putting everything in my mouth." Dr. Bruen was not caught. He looked at Sun Lien with some contempt. "Your trick is of some use to the little fools who have just entered the university fraternity."

OK. Sun Lien stood up and wiped the sweat from his head. The pain felt a lot weakened. He reached the rescue hall, quit with his name, and then used the computer in the rescue room to prescribe a box of Defen for himself. As a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug, Defen has much stronger effect than ibuprofen. However, because the risk is slightly higher, this thing is a prescription drug.

Taking the medicine, Sun Lien said goodbye to his colleagues in the rescue room and walked to the parking lot and started the vehicle to walk towards the venue. Today's dinner started around 6 pm, and now there is not much time left.

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Takeda Pharmaceutical originally had no offices or branches in Ningyuan. However, considering that it will donate a diagnostic center in the Fourth Hospital and the headquarters of the largest financial supporter is in Ningyuan, Takeda Pharmaceutical has established an office here as fast as possible. The number of employees is not large, but the level is very high. Among them are Wang Tianqi, who has met Sun Lien several times - she is now the global executive vice president of Takeda Pharmaceutical and the general manager of Takeda Pharmaceutical Greater China.

Wang Tianqi welcomed Sun Lien very enthusiastically at the hotel entrance and gave a very high evaluation of his outfit today. "Your outfit is indeed different from those of us who are trapped in the office all day long."

Sun Lien didn't understand what Wang Tianqi meant at first, but looking at her beautiful evening dress, Sun Lien vaguely felt that her and Hu Jia might have a deviation in their understanding of "formal outfit".

The employees of Japanese companies generally have no "personality" at all. This is especially true in large multinational companies with a long history like Takeda Pharmaceutical. Although there were not many Chinese and Japanese personnel at today's dinner, Sun Lien still recognized them at a glance - all blue and black suits, white shirts and red ties. If some of the slightly older people among them had problems with hair loss, they would probably have the same hairstyle.

Others who participated in the dinner were probably Takeda Pharmaceutical's domestic partners. Although the colors of suits and ties were slightly different, at least they were matched with suits, tie and leather shoes. Except for some ladies who were wearing small evening dresses suitable for participating in the banquet, Sun Lien felt as if she had walked to the annual meeting of an insurance company.

Sun Lien, wearing a wool coat, turtleneck cashmere sweater, jeans and Martin boots, looks very different. He almost attracted the attention of others as soon as he entered the venue. Fortunately, with Wang Tianqi leading the way, Sun Lien would not have been bombarded by someone who mistakenly entered the venue.

"Why did you come in this outfit?" Dean Song wore a dark cheongsam today. The style was quite classic. Although the materials were not obvious, they were definitely very expensive. When Sun Lien first came, she was standing aside and talking to a few people. After seeing Sun Lien, Dean Song frowned slightly. "Didn't you ask you to buy formal clothes?"

"I thought this kind of clothes were quite formal..." Although Hu Jia chose the clothes, Sun Lien still had to do the blame himself. "I didn't expect that after I came, I found that everyone was wearing them very formal..."

"Forget it, it's okay for young people to wear casual clothes anyway." Dean Song did not continue to grab the problems in Sun Lien's clothing and criticized him, but waved his hand at Sun Lien, "You go to the seat first, I have something to do here."

President Song did not mean to introduce Sun Lien to others, at least he could not introduce him to the director of another hospital. After running away from Sun Lien, Takeda's donation was 80% more likely to be bad, while Liu Tangchun had a 100% more chance of being furious. To be honest, it would be okay to lack a diagnosis center. But if Liu Tangchun came back to China and saw his own bacon and let other dogs run away, he knew that he could do something crazy.

Sun Lien was taken to the table closest to the front row by Wang Tianqi. She whispered to Sun Lien, "You know most of the people sitting here. I will be on the next table later. If you have anything, call me."

Sun Lien nodded gratefully. Although Wang Tianqi's attitude was not high, her identity was clearly the senior management of Takeda. If she was so polite, she would be struck by lightning.

"Everyone, today's dinner officially began!" The host on the stage enthusiastically announced the dinner in three languages, while Sun Lien sat on the table with his head down and dared not speak - he didn't even have the courage to raise chopsticks.
Chapter completed!