The strongest instant noodle system

Chapter 388 Nonsense, simply nonsense

In Lu Xing, after Widow Wu Ling hung up Zhou Yu's phone call, she was extremely disturbed.

Zhu Zirong had just been pulled into the ambulance at this moment and was about to go to the hospital. Her face had long been rotten and looked terribly terrifying. To Zhu Zirong, she should be the only good friend, and she had to be with her.

The call was received in the ambulance, and the accompanying doctor was in the midst of intensive treatment and protection at this moment, but the rot on the face did not stop at all.

If the previous Zhu Zirong only had scars on her face, now it is rotten, like being splashed with sulfuric acid, it seems that to use one word is to be cautious.

Disfigurement is something that many people dare not face.

Even though Zhu Zirong had long been used to having scars on her face, but now that the scars were rotting, she felt so hopeless in her heart that she had already fainted from the pain at this moment.

There is still a simple liquid anti-inflammatory drug on hand, the specific reasons and some problems have to wait until the hospital to go to the laboratory to get the results.

The doctor was also extremely anxious. It was the first time he encountered such a rotten face, but it was not caused by sulfuric acid.

10 minutes is fast, it really only took 10 minutes.

After 10 minutes, everyone arrived at the hospital. The doctors and nurses had already started the examination, and soon Zhu Zirong was sent to the emergency room. Widow Wu Ling was ruthlessly kept outside the emergency room.

At this moment, Widow Wu Ling's eyes were suddenly attracted by a small thing.

It was a bamboo dragonfly.

It was indeed made of bamboo, it looked like a letter T, and it spun quickly in front of him.

Clap, fell to the ground.

Widow Wu Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. Could it be that this is the high-tech that Zhou Yu was talking about? Subconsciously, she squatted down, picked up the bamboo dragonfly, held it gently, and then looked carefully.

The small bottle that was held by an unknown substance that resembled wire was quickly brought into her hands.

Put the bamboo dragonfly into the bag in his hand by the way, and looked at the small bottle.

There are three words written on the vial, as well as instructions for use.

Gram of Scar.

It is the name of this bottle of medicine, and the instructions for use are also very simple, that is, application, precautions, etc. are clearly written on it.

Widow Wu Ling was a little frightened. Can this little thing heal Zhu Zirong's face?

How can it be?

On Zhu Zirong's face, all the scars were rotten and yellow, and looked a little disgusting.

Although it was only the surface layer, that layer was also shocking, how could it be possible to fix it because of a bottle of mediocre medicine.

In fact, medicine does not mean that if the packaging is good, the effect is good.

Of course, it doesn't mean that if it tastes good, it will work well.

Good medicine tastes bitter, not to mention the packaging.

Bang!

The door of the emergency room was opened, and a nurse wearing a mask came out, glanced at Widow Wu Ling, and asked, "Are you Zhu Zirong's family?"

"I'm her classmate. Her family is far away from here. It will take at least one day to get here." Widow Wuling hurriedly asked one day: "I don't know, how is my friend? Can you tell me something?"

"The face is severely rotted. The skin must be removed, otherwise it may affect other parts of the face. Immediate surgery is recommended, and it will not work without family members." A doctor or a nurse said.

Widow Wu Ling panicked, her heart was extremely nervous, and she quickly said, "Hello, then. Is there any consequence? What will it look like if it is removed?"

"Of course, after the excision, the patient's face will be deeply sunken, in other words, there will only be half of the face." Whoever said that, Widow Wu Ling felt a rumble in her head.

I was so shocked, I couldn't believe it.

At this moment, the door of the emergency room opened again suddenly, and a person came out and said, "Bring in the signed letter, the patient is already awake, and she agrees to be resected, and the patient's family members are unable to come at the moment."

"Okay!" Who nodded, ready to go in.

Widow Wu Ling was anxious for a while, not knowing what to do, she clenched her fists subconsciously, only then did she remember that she was still holding the Scar Gram that Zhou Yu gave her.

"Wait, wait." Widow Wu Ling hurriedly opened her mouth, blocking someone in front of her.

The man's face sank slightly and he said, "What's the matter? You have to know that the patient's current condition is not very good, and he may faint again anytime and anywhere, which delays the patient's treatment."

"I have something to do." Widow Wu Ling said quickly.

"Well, tell me." The man nodded seeing that Widow Wu Ling didn't seem to be lying.

"Can I stop the treatment first? My friend gave me a bottle of medicine. I want to use it." Widow Wu Ling said quickly. He believed in Zhou Yu, and he also knew that Zhou Yu's medical skills were great, but Now he doesn't know what to say.

"What do you mean, I found a medicine and want to use it?" The man asked suspiciously, Widow Wu Ling nodded quickly, and then heard the man say angrily: "Nonsense! Do you know that this will cause harm?" Delay the patient's treatment."

After cursing people coldly, he turned around without turning his head.

With a bang, the door of the emergency room was directly closed.

Widow Wu Ling was stunned, and her heart was extremely anxious. She didn't know what to say for a while, but her doubts only lasted for a third of a second, and she woke up suddenly, knowing that time was of the essence.

If the beginning of the facial rot was really cut off, it would really be over.

Even if Zhu Zirong didn't know what to say, she would regret it to death.

He believed in Zhou Yu, and he also believed that the medicine Zhou Yu gave must have an effect.

But this kind of belief can only be said to be blind belief. She knew that if she was a little slow, after Zhu Zirong signed, she would undergo rapid anesthesia and then cut off her face.

Such a thing must not happen.

Widow Wu Ling went crazy and went directly to the door of the emergency room.

Reach out.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Unceremoniously, he slammed it down with all his strength, making the bang bang bang non-stop, making the attending doctor inside frown slightly, and asked, "What's going on?"

At this time, Zhu Zirong is awake, her face still looks miserable, but maybe the medicine has played some role, the side of her face that looks good is not very pale, but if you look carefully, Zhu Zirong's eyes are a little dull .

She was about to sign when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She even heard Widow Wu Ling's cry. She knew it was her best friend who was calling, so she said with some discomfort, "Can you let her in, she must have something to do."

His voice was weak, and the doctor frowned. He wanted to ask someone to drive Zhou Yu out, but after hearing the patient's request, he couldn't help saying solemnly: "You should know that the scar on your face cannot be delayed. "

"I understand." Zhu Zirong nodded and said with a smile.

The doctor nodded and winked, the door of the emergency room opened, and Widow Wu Ling walked in in a panic.

(End of this chapter)