At this moment, the counterattack starts from the trainee doctor

Chapter 10 Teaching Song Hua
"I said, why do you buy so much fruit?"

In the dormitory of the First Hospital of Shanghai, Song Hua looked at the bananas and grapes brought back by Ding Ge, ready to move.

"Stitches like sutures need to be practiced more, and now I can't find patients for you, I can only let you practice with fruits."

Ding Ge glanced at Song Hua, tears were streaming down the corner of his mouth.

"Fruit? How do you practice?" Song Hua looked at Ding Ge, a little surprised.

"Look at it."

Ding Ge took a knife from the table, then cut a knife on the grape, and then started to sew with a needle.

It took Ding Ge less than a second to resolve a small opening.

"That's it." Ding Ge motioned for Song Hua to try it.

"Awesome." Song Hua looked at Ding Ge with little stars in his eyes. Well, this was a look of admiration.

"Bah!" Song Hua saw that Ding Ge made it easier, but when he got started, he found that it was more difficult than he imagined.

The first grape was successfully crushed.

"It's okay, it's like this at the beginning, just practice more."

Ding Ge comforted Song Hua.

"Bah."

"Bah."

Song Hua failed more than a dozen times in a row, and he didn't even reach the point of suturing.

"It's okay, let's use bananas." Ding Ge felt that Song Hua should start with larger fruits.

"Okay." Song Hua felt that his strength could not handle the grapes, so he could only pick up a banana obediently.

Bananas are indeed easier to handle than grapes, and this time the incision was successful.

"Sew, sew." Song Hua quickly picked up the thread from the side and sewed in a panic.

Although Song Hua kept calming himself down, he was still in a hurry.

"How do you see it?" Song Hua looked at his first successful work, and still had a sense of accomplishment.

"Eh..." Ding Ge glanced at Song Hua, he didn't want to hurt Song Hua's self-confidence.

"There is still a lot of room for improvement." Ding Ge thought for a while, and used a more acceptable statement.

"Then I will continue!"

Song Hua continued to attack the bananas. As for Ding Ge, he opened the banana that was stitched just now and ate it.

"Cross-stitch method, starting with the first stitch, the stitches go from side to side to make a nodule stitch, the second stitch parallels the first stitch to make an incision from side to side, creating an x ​​shape, and then pull tight."

Ding Ge found that Song Hua had problems with basic operations, so he had to teach him himself.

Brain: I see.

Hand: You know what the hell.

Although Song Hua thought he understood, but when he actually operated it, the stitching was not as good as the first one.

"I..." Song Hua felt a little discouraged because he had no talent.

"Your operation has been wrong all along. If you use the correct stitching method for the first time, you will definitely not get used to it. Just practice more."

Ding Ge patted Song Hua on the shoulder and gave Song Hua an encouraging look.

"Okay." After Song Hua was encouraged by Ding Ge, he once again threw himself into the fight against Banana.

When Ding Ge got up the next day, he found that there were a lot of bananas on the table, with all kinds of seams stitched up.

And Song Hua was lying on the table, holding a banana in his hand. The sewing of this banana is not bad. Although there are still some problems, it has made great progress.

"Get up." Ding Ge shook Song Hua and called Song Hua up.

"You've been messing around all night." Ding Ge didn't expect Song Hua to have such great perseverance.

"I don't know, it's pretty late anyway."

Song Hua didn't even know how he fell asleep last night.

"It's not bad, keep going!"

After hearing Ding Ge's confession, Song Hua felt extremely happy, which was happier than being praised by the teacher at school.

After the two of them had a simple breakfast, they came to the hospital.

"Dr. Ding, Director Li asked you to go to the 106th clinic for a consultation."

When a nurse saw Ding Ge coming, she hurried over.

"Okay, I see." Ding Ge nodded.

As for Song Hua in the back, I'm sorry, he has been beaten to pieces.

When Ding Ge came to the No. 106 clinic, he had an unbelievable feeling. He didn't expect that he could make independent consultations so early. It was really not easy.

"Hello, what's wrong with your body?"

The first patient came soon. A middle-aged woman and a young girl came in. This should be a pair of mother and daughter.

"She just has some vomiting, just give her some medicine."

Before the girl could speak, the middle-aged woman spoke directly.

As soon as this mother spoke, Ding Ge had a bad feeling, mother, what Ding Ge was most afraid of was the person who asked him to prescribe medicine as soon as he came up.

"Auntie, you can't prescribe this medicine casually." Ding Ge shook his head. The medicine is three-part poisonous, and taking the wrong medicine can easily lead to problems.

"Do you usually have any headaches, abdominal pains and the like?"

Ding Ge looked at the girl and asked a question.

"No." The aunt once again answered for the girl.

"Doctor, don't worry about it, just prescribe some antiemetic medicine."

This aunt looks like she understands very well. Ding Ge doesn't like such people the most. If she understands so well, then why did she come to the hospital?
"Take your temperature."

"normal."

Ding Ge first ruled out the vomiting caused by fever.

"Have you had a cold recently?"

"No, my daughter is in good health, and basically doesn't catch a cold."

It was the mother who answered for her daughter.

"Auntie, although you know your daughter very well, you are not her after all. There are some questions that you cannot answer."

Ding Ge couldn't take it anymore, and directly turned back, who is this person, who is coming to see the doctor?

"What do you mean? Can I not know about my own daughter? I have watched her since she was a child, and I know everything about her."

This mother is very controlling and she thinks she knows her daughter well.

"It was just an ordinary vomiting. You asked us to take a CT scan, didn't you just want us to spend more money? I don't know about your hospitals yet."

She had a straight-forward look.

"I tm..." Ding Ge cursed in his heart.

"When did this vomiting start?"

Ding Ge ignored the mother and asked about her daughter directly.

"I can only treat you if you answer seriously. Don't worry about it."

Ding Ge found that after he finished asking the question, the daughter looked at her mother unnaturally. Ding Ge encouraged the girl to let her speak for herself.

"It started from the age of three or four, and there was no regularity. When I was a child, I basically vomited every day. When I was in high school, it was better. Basically, I vomited once a week. When I was in college, I vomited when I went home."

Finally, with Ding Ge's encouragement, the girl spoke out about her situation.

"Did you vomit a lot when you were with your mother?"

Ding Ge continued to ask, he already had an idea, but he still had to make sure.

(End of this chapter)