Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 28 The photo album that attracts women's attention!
Click, Nie Chen cut open the bandage wrapped around Zhou Caifeng's left upper arm, and checked the bulging packet of silicone particles implanted in the left upper arm.

I saw that the bulging area of ​​this small packet did not appear the inflammation caused by human rejection.

"Do you suffer from insomnia when you encounter stressful things?" Nie Chen asked Zhou Caifeng, who had dark circles under her big eyes.

"Yes, yes, I can't sleep when I'm nervous."

"I understand. At present, your body has no rejection reaction to the dilator material silicone. But to be on the safe side, let's observe for two more days. After two days, the dilator can be implanted next to the black hairy mole on your cheek. .”

Zhou Caifeng thought for a while and asked, "Does Doctor Nie have a way to keep me from insomnia at night?"

From the reactions of Zhou Caifeng's father and daughter, Nie Chen deduced that she usually sleeps well.

That is to say, after the surgery was confirmed yesterday, silicone particles were implanted in the left upper arm, and there was a strange feeling in the body, which led to insomnia.

If this situation is not resolved now, after implanting a larger dilator in the cheek that expands every day, it will put more pressure on the spirit of the little girl Zhou Caifeng.

At that time, it will be difficult to solve her insomnia or neurasthenia problems.

So we must solve this problem in time now.

Therefore, Nie Chen prescribed traditional Chinese medicine to soothe the nerves and help sleep.

When Chen Chunmei went to the pharmacy to dispense the medicine, Nie Chen patiently talked to Zhou Caifeng, who was as sensitive as a bunny and easily panicked, about the pain and discomfort he would face after implanting the dilator.

"Doctor Nie, I'm not afraid, but I just can't sleep." Zhou Caifeng blinked her big eyes with faint dark circles, indicating that she didn't suffer from insomnia because of fear.

Although Zhou Caifeng was young, when she came to Aihua Clinic for the first time, Nie Chen told her that the operation plan was to implant a dilator, and then she would face the situation.

In fact, she just thinks too much, and has a wonderful psychology of anxiety and longing for the situation she will face, and insomnia is inevitable.

"Hahahaha, Dr. Nie really hit the headlines."

On the newspaper rack next to the couch, Chen Chunmei had just put ten newspapers into the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone newspaper. It could be seen through the glass door of Aihua Clinic, as eye-catching as a signboard.

Drinking tea, Zhou De held the newspaper in his hand, his face flushed with excitement, as if it was his credit for Nie Chen to be included in the newspaper, "Dr. Nie Chen in the photo is not as energetic as the doctor in the outpatient clinic."

Kacha Kacha, Zhou De loudly yelled the photo of Nie Chen in the Shencheng Special Zone News, Nie Chen was in the hanging needle area where the flash reaction board was arranged, holding a seagull camera, and took pictures of Zhou Caifeng's narrow black hairy mole on the left upper arm and right cheek. Photos before surgery.

After taking three photos, Nie Chen greeted Zhong Lanlan who was sitting next to the tea table making water and tea.

Click, click, Nie Chen took two photos of Zhong Lanlan's recovering cheeks.

It has been confirmed that she is Zhong Lanlan, a glorious outpatient clerk. Apart from being very interested in making water and making tea, she is also very interested in the seagull camera in Nie Chen's hand.

"Before Dr. Nie's operation, have the photos you took for me been developed?"

After taking the photos, Zhong Lanlan, who was sitting next to the coffee table making water and tea, smiled like a flower and asked Nie Chen.

Zhou Caifeng, Zhou De's father and daughter are already sitting on the couch.

Holding a copy of today's special zone newspaper in her hand, Zhou Caifeng quietly read yesterday's reporter Wu Jiaqi's interview with Nie Chen.

Chen Chunmei stood next to the newspaper rack, comparing how to make it more beautiful, showing that this row is all newspaper racks for today's Shenzhen Special Economic Zone newspaper.

"Oh, Lan Lan, I almost forgot about it if you didn't mention it. The photo has already been developed."

Nie Chen put down the pen in his hand, opened the drawer, and took out a thick photo album.

This photo album is Nie Chen's before and after surgery comparison photos specially reserved for patients.

Nie Chen smiled and handed the photo album to Zhong Lanlan who was sitting on a low stool: "I was busy a while ago, and the darkroom where the photos were developed at home was not cleaned up. I only had time to clean the darkroom the day before yesterday to wash and dry these photos."

Nie Chen's little bourgeois mother is a photo fanatic, so Nie Chen's father, Nie Guoli, has also developed excellent skills in taking pictures and drying them.

Nie Chen, who has been fascinated by it since childhood, is of course excellent in this area.

"Ah, I really didn't expect Dr. Nie Chen to be a photographer."

Zhou Caifeng, who was sitting timidly next to her father Zhou De and quietly reading the newspaper, suddenly became excited when she heard that Nie Chen had a darkroom for developing photos at home, "Is it a darkroom for turning film into photos?"

"Yes, the camera and the darkroom are left by my father... Actually, it's not a great technology." Nie Chen smiled, and didn't want to continue talking with them on this topic.

"Wow! So beautiful……"

Zhong Lanlan opened the photo album, and what caught her eyes were color photos with sharpened characters and lightened backgrounds.

It has to be said that Nie Chen, who was reborn, still has two brushes in photography skills.

At least in terms of depth of field, depth of field, blurring the background, these techniques for taking pictures of people that will become popular in digital photography in the future, he is proficient in using them.

This technique is applied to taking pictures on film that captures light more naturally, and the visual impact is even more shocking.

The first page of the photo album is a close-up photo of Zhong Lanlan's cheek cyst before the operation.

Zhong Lanlan, who has a swollen face and unbalanced left and right faces, will not give people an ugly impression in the photos processed by Nie Chen.

The treatment of light and background visually highlights the swelling of the cyst, and at the same time presents the lines of Zhong Lanlan's original pretty face.

This wonderful combination of beauty and ugliness, coupled with the unique rendering effect of light and shadow on film photos, is full of shocking power.

"I'm not saying that I'm beautiful, I'm saying that the photos taken by Dr. Nie are so beautiful." Zhong Lanlan blushed and defended herself to Chen Chunmei who was covering her mouth and giggling.

"So, did this sister's face swell so much before the operation?"

The photo album was passed to Zhou Caifeng. She was surprised to compare Zhong Lanlan's cheeks in the photo with the only red scar on her face now. The more she looked at it, the more excited she became.

With this senior patient model, the string hanging in Zhou Caifeng's heart seemed to be loosened a lot, "Sister, how many days ago did you have the operation?"

"Five days ago."

"Five days?" Zhou Caifeng exclaimed, "Can it be restored to the present state in just five days?"

"If Dr. Nie Chen hadn't taken a photo of me before the operation, I couldn't believe my face was like that five days ago."

Zhong Lanlan, who was already proficient at dipping her fingers in some water and then lifting the small copper pot to heat a cup of tea, skillfully lifted the small copper pot to make tea, and with a faint smile on her face, she said to Zhou Caifeng, "But Nie Chen The doctor said that my physique and skin are much better than the average person." There was a slight sense of superiority in his expression.

"Brother Chen, you said that this edition of the SAR newspaper, should we go to the photo studio to glue it, and then frame it here in the middle of the wall?"

Chen Chunmei, who had set up the magazine rack, pointed to the empty white wall above the couch, "It's on the cover of "The Lancet", we can also frame it and hang it here."

After confirming that Zhong Lanlan became the salesperson of the clinic in the morning, Chen Chunmei, who was originally focused on learning nursing skills, suddenly assumed the attitude of the hostess of the outpatient clinic, and had her own ideas about the decoration of the Aihua clinic.

"No problem." Nie Chen, who was always kind, naturally had no reason to refuse.

Zhou Caifeng and her daughter stayed at Aihua Clinic until about ten o'clock.

At noon, Chen Chunmei's mother, Chen's mother, delivered meals to the Aihua Clinic.

Yesterday, Zhong Lanlan stayed in the outpatient clinic to get an injection. Today, she knew that there was a patient in the Aihua clinic who was receiving an IV here. Mother Chen specially made an extra dish.

"Old Chen drank too much last night, Doctor Nie, don't take his words to heart."

Before leaving, Mother Chen smiled and beckoned Nie Chen to walk outside the clinic together, and whispered to Nie Chen, "Old Chen read the newspaper this morning, and he was clamoring in the market to come to Aihua Clinic to apologize. I am ashamed of Ah Mui, so I didn't let him come."

Originally in the morning, Nie Chen was still thinking that Chen Chunmei's parents had misunderstood him, and it would take time to clear it up.

But he didn't expect that the solution to this misunderstanding is so simple. If he gets published in the newspaper, he can dispel all the misunderstandings that Lao Chen had about himself, Chen Chunmei, and Aihua Clinic.

Nie Chen laughed when he heard this: "Don't worry, Auntie, we'll add some food at home tonight, and I'll buy a bottle of wine and go back and have a drink with Uncle Chen."

But today, no other patients came to consult.

In the evening, Song Dongyang, the attending doctor of the Department of Otolaryngology of the People's Hospital who was on duty, drove a motorcycle to the Aihua Clinic.

As soon as Song Dongyang met, he asked Nie Chen a few questions that puzzled him after dismantling the sutures of the two pig's trotters.

"If you can use the sutures of pig's trotters to reverse the mattress suture method that is patented by Aihua Clinic, I will call you a genius." Nie Chen sneered after hearing Song Dongyang's question.

"Then tell me what I did wrong?" Of course Song Dongyang knew that his behavior was actually unethical.

After all, Nie Chen, who has mastered this technique, has the right to keep it completely secret like this kind of suture method whose recovery after surgery is beyond imagination, and it is only natural that he should not let himself know about this technique.

But as a surgeon who pursues technology, faster, higher, and stronger, when he encounters a brand-new technology in his own field, if he does not learn it, he will not even be able to eat well.

"Well, next time you bring your own trotters, come and help me." Nie Chen thought for a while and said to Song Dongyang.

"Really?" Song Dongyang, who was 32 years old, jumped up and down like a child in front of Nie Chen, who was almost a round behind him.

Nie Chen nodded. When Song Dongyang took the initiative to introduce Zhou Caifeng to Aihua Clinic, Nie Chen felt a little relieved.

Although he had no direct intersection with Song Dongyang in the People's Hospital before his rebirth.

And Song Dongyang also gave up his identity as a doctor in the 90s and went to sea early to do business.

As for Song Dongyang's later fate, Nie Chen didn't know about it because of his different circles.

On the contrary, after rebirth, because of the wonderful butterfly effect of the Aihua Clinic, it intersects with this surgeon who should have given up his identity as a doctor and went to sea to do business in the established history.

To Nie Chen, this was a wonderful thing.

"You introduced a patient, so of course I can be your pig's trotter assistant." Nie Chen smiled sweetly.

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(End of this chapter)