After the light flashed, Zheng Ren saw three books appearing in front of him.

Three identical books.

The system master is really lazy. The things in the silver treasure chest are the same, and there is no surprise.

Zheng Ren did not consider his non-cai physique at all. If he were a little older, he might be able to give him a bigger surprise.

The three books are books that improve their skills, and they can also be regarded as skill books. They can upgrade any skill tree to the peak level of the advanced level.

If you change it to grade calculations, a book is worth up to 1,000 skills.

Zheng Ren was a little regretful. How good would it be if he gave himself 3,000 skill points. With the 930 skills he saved from his teeth, his general surgery level can be improved to the master level.

After thinking about it, Zheng Ren also kept all three skill books and did not use them immediately.

The key is that the threat of the system master's erasure brought huge psychological shadow to Zheng Ren, with an area of ​​three kilograms (well, it's not a typo).

He always has to keep some backup.

Just like the deep vein puncture technology just now, if Zheng Ren had not left thousands of experience points to exchange for the surgical training time, he would probably not have saved so many people.

Zheng Ren is not stupid. When he was in an orphanage, he looked at the various books donated by kind-hearted people from all over the country. He had to do odd jobs to support himself after school, and he was still admitted to the top medical university in the country.

As for graduate students who are not allowed to take the exam, as long as the supervisor is not blind, he will accept him.

He gradually understood the system's behavior pattern. Every time he induces, it seems that the corresponding patients need to be treated by themselves.

To put it another way, the system master seems to have the ability to predict the uncertainty for a short period of time.

Then... should I learn interventional surgery? Zheng Ren gradually had the idea of ​​putting on a lead suit to undergo interventional surgery through thinking.

But it was just an idea, and Zheng Ren had no plans to implement this idea for the time being.

The system experience value is not resistant to spending, 75,000 experience points, and the full calculation is enough to have less than 21 hours of surgical training time.

For a completely unfamiliar surgical branch, 20 hours are good to be fucked.

This is completely different from the 20-day surgical training time that the system master gave him at the beginning. At that time, the light and shadow of the system space became blurred, as if it would break in the next second.

Zheng Ren had a feeling that the system was in an extremely dangerous state at that time, and directly gave 20 days of training time, which should have been a move to burn the boat.

As for now, I have gradually accumulated the time for the surgical training.

Besides, the biggest problem now is not to learn 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 abominable leaders recited an insincere eulogy to him.

There is a systematic space recovery, but there is no shortage of mental power, but the body is a little overwhelmed.

Zheng Ren saw that the system no longer issued new tasks and observed the changes in the system space. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis approaching, and his mind moved and returned to the present world.

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"It's him! I'm the one who is raised by a bitch, but he actually dares to hit my mother!" A violent voice came from not far away.

"It's just him who kicked me! Or the doctor, it's bullshit!" The old lady who had been holding President Xiao's neck and causing trouble in the hospital before appeared and pointed at Zheng Ren, and said viciously with 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. It is sticky and uncomfortable when he is stuck to his body.

Zheng Ren looked up and saw a tall man with a distorted dragon-shaped tattoo exposed on his neck, arms, and hands. He was wearing a golden orange necklace as thick as a finger, and a few people rushed in.

The corridor was full of first aid patients and family members. They were stunned and carefully made way for the strong man who looked at him like a fierce man.

Generally, no one is willing to provoke such evil people.

Because the first aid work has come to an end, the police from the nearby branch that maintained order have left.

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

"Look at you to be paralyzed!" The strong man cursed, his eyes straightened, and his domineeringness leaked.

The two security guards did not hesitate at all, and immediately smiled and closed the big iron door.

With a "bang", the background music was made for the rapid imitation and inner panic.

Zheng Ren had no choice but to encounter such things in the hospital too often.

The security guard is also a contract worker, just wearing a police uniform. If there is a dispute, they will not dare to take action. If they hurt someone, they will fire the security guard first, then pay compensation and apologize.

They are all a group of miserable buddies, and Zheng Ren did not express dissatisfaction with the security guard's retreat.

What to do if you encounter this situation?

Just be beaten, what else can I do?

There are incidents of medical staff being beaten up every day in the country. Xiangya Second Hospital is the most backbone hospital. What is the final result? It’s still heartbreaking.

Facing the big man who was like an iron tower, Zheng Ren thought flashed through his mind - if he was injured, could he take the lead in the surgery and undergo local anesthesia?

Although he was afraid, Zheng Ren was not afraid.

Of course, it’s useless to be cowardly, that’s for sure.

Anyway, I have to be beaten, so who can I show it to?

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

Several doctors and nurses wanted to stop it, but were frightened by the strong man's aura. They were all cultural people, and they didn't speak and no one had any fights.

"Oh, I want to practice my skills?" Tieta smiled grimly, his fists clenched tightly. Ten steps away, Zheng Ren could hear his fists creaking.

Zheng Ren is not ready to resist, and he has never selected his close combat skills at all. What should he use to fight with someone?

He just moved his muscles and bones, but fortunately he recovered faster after being beaten.

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

"What are you going to do?" Xie Yiren rushed to Zheng Ren, spread her hands, trying to protect him with her own body.

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, and Xie Yiren's small body... her slim figure has no trace of fat. She looks good, but she is definitely not resistant to hitting. If you punch, you will have a broken bone.

He quickly covered Xie Yiren's mouth and pulled her behind him. Zheng Ren had already admitted to the beating and only hoped that his aunt would not suffer with him.

Tieta was obviously very satisfied with its deterrence. He looked at Zheng Ren like a cat and a mouse and said in a muffled voice: "It's amazing, dare you hit my mother?"

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, reasoning with him? Just kidding!

This is the difference between getting you wearing a hat and letting you not wear a hat.

I recalled vigorously in the emergency room. When the elder brother encountered this situation, he was proficient in self-protection movements.

Zheng Ren felt that he couldn't learn it, so the eldest brother must have been beaten countless times, so he developed such skillful skills.

Director Pan is not here, so he went to the internal medicine ward to find an empty bed. Fortunately, he is not here, so he is so bad-tempered by Director Pan. If he is here, he will not be beaten with him?

I was young and it was okay to be beaten. Director Pan had a long arms and legs, but it was a bad thing if his bones were broken.

Zheng Ren lowered his body and protected Xie Yiren in the corner, holding his head with both hands, his posture was very awkward.

"Young man, doctors are life-saving Bodhisattvas." An old man whispered in the extra bed in the corridor of the emergency department.

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

His symptoms of nitrite poisoning are not serious, which is probably related to the fact that the elderly do not eat much.

After calming down on Meilan, the blue and gray color that was not heavy on the body has gradually faded and is obviously improving.

"Dad, stop talking." A middle-aged man in his forties whispered to his ear while whispering to his side, slanting his face and smiling at Heita.

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

His voice increased, and the two veins on his forehead bulged, which looked very scary.

Not strong and very small.

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

"Dad, control your emotions and pay attention to your blood pressure." This scared the middle-aged man. If the cerebral blood vessels rupture and bleeding due to emotional excitement, it would be even more lively.
Chapter completed!