The unlucky life of a medical student

"If you are asking if there is a way to get the wrench out, the answer is yes, but if your question is... Is there a way to make myself stop eating from now on... Sorry, with my current ability... "

Zhong Wuchuan tried his best to speak carefully, for fear of angering the monster in front of him.

Working in an ordinary hospital, he has the risk of encountering a doctor, such as the right index finger; working in a foreign hospital, he has the risk of encountering a monster, such as the one in front of him.Either way, it's 100% physically and mentally disabled.

"Can help me get things out but can't help me quit binge eating?"

The python-patterned man's eyes suddenly turned golden, like the pupils of a snake, and he stared at Zhong Wuchuan gloomily.

"I'm a general emergency doctor," Zhong Wuchuan said, "I'm not a plastic surgeon, I'm not a digestive doctor, I'm not a psychiatrist... Your problem is not what I'm good at..."

"Is that so..."

The vertical pupils of the python-patterned man suddenly deformed, and he said to Zhong Wuchuan, "Help me take out the wrench first!"

"This one……"

Zhong Wuchuan thought to himself, I am not even sure whether you are human, how can I perform fake surgery on you!

The python-patterned man looked at Zhong Wuchuan with a look of embarrassment on his face, and asked, "Is there any question?"

"The operation is very painful," Zhong Wuchuan said, "so before the operation, anesthesia is required. I need to know which drugs you are allergic to and your ability to tolerate pain, so that I can determine what drug to use and how much dosage..."

"I'm not afraid of pain, I'm very insensitive to pain, so I don't need anesthesia!"

What the man with python pattern said made Zhong Wuchuan's jaw almost drop.

"This is a laparotomy! How can you not use anesthesia! Because of the excessive pain, you will have a rapid heartbeat, shortness of breath, lack of oxygen in the brain...referred to as painful death!"

"I don't feel any pain," said the python-printed man. "My pain is very weak, and I can hardly feel the pain. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel wrong after swallowing a wrench for three years. Come to the hospital to see a doctor!"

"Three years..."

Zhong Wuchuan wanted to hit someone. When this guy first entered the clinic, he said he swallowed a wrench three days ago. In the blink of an eye, three days turned into three years!

"What? Isn't it easy to take out a wrench that has been swallowed for three years?"

The man with the python pattern had an innocent face.

Zhong Wuchuan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Three years... Three years is a troublesome situation. Stomach acid is a weakly acidic corrosive agent. If the wrench really stayed in your stomach for three years, it is likely to have rusted by now. It will be more troublesome to take it out."

"I have money! I have gold! I can give you a lot of medical fees!"

"It's not about the money..."

Hearing this, the man showed a confused expression again: "It's not about the money, what's the problem?"

"The problem of ability," Zhong Wuchuan said, "if the wrench in your stomach has really been there for three years, it is likely to have been damaged by gastric acid corrosion, and your stomach will be contaminated by the corrosion of the wrench and become indeterminate." Factors that increase the difficulty of surgery.”

"But I have money! Don't you humans often say that as long as you give enough money, you can solve any problem?!"

The thinking of the python-patterned man has entered an endless loop.

Zhong Wuchuan had no choice but to call the nurse and said, "Take this gentleman down to prepare. If the situation is verified, he will have an appetizer in half an hour."

"Ok."

The nurse took the python-printed man out of the clinic.

Zhong Wuchuan looked at his little hand that had not fully recovered—especially the black line at the end of his index finger, and fell into temporary hard thinking.

What should I do next?

Did this guy actually swallow a wrench, or is he a hypochondriac monster...

If there is really a foreign object, his hands really have the ability to cut open its stomach...take out the foreign object...sew its stomach back...

Zhong Wuchuan was in pain, he hated himself for being helpless.

If the person here is an experienced doctor, he must not have my troubles.

When I was in distress——

"Doctor Zhong..."

Ying Feiyi's voice sounded, he turned his head, and saw the latin-style man standing behind him with a big grin on his face: "What can I do for you?"

"The boss gives out benefits, three bottles of wine and a box of meat for each person. The wine is from Japan and the meat is from Italy. I specially brought it here for Dr. Zhong to taste."

Ying Feiyi raised the plastic bag in his hand.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I will have an operation later, so I can't drink."

Zhong Wuchuan politely refused.

Ying Feiyi showed an uncomfortable expression, and said, "Surgery at such a late hour? Dr. Zhong, you have worked so hard!"

Zhong Wuchuan said with a smile: "It's my duty, I can't refuse it."

He took the wine and meat brought by Ying Feiyi and put them on the table: "I'll drink and eat meat with you after I finish the operation."

"Then I'll just wait!"

Ying Feiyi smiled like the Sunshine Coast.

Zhong Wuchuan walked out of the office.

Ying Feiyi asked suddenly: "Doctor Zhong, what's the name of the guy who is going to have surgery at night? What's wrong with him?"

"he is……"

Zhong Wuchuan picked up the case book and said: "His name is Ba Kui. He got... a hypochondriac. He felt that there was a wrench in his stomach. He asked me to operate on him and take out the wrench in his stomach. But he refused to provide his own. Medical data, I don't know which drugs he is allergic to, what is his tolerance to anesthetics? Even, I don't even know his weight, I hope the brothers in the anesthesiology department can..."

Zhong Wuchuan complained incessantly, and Ying Feiyi showed an inexplicable smile.

He patted Zhong Wuchuan on the shoulder, and said: "Ba Kui is naturally slow and not afraid of pain. It's okay to scratch the knife casually during the operation!"

"You know him?"

Zhong Wuchuan was surprised.

Ying Feiyi grinned, revealing a mouth full of porcelain teeth: "We have been friends since childhood."

Then, he patted Zhong Wuchuan on the back again, and said, "Doctor Zhong, when you're on the operating table, you can do whatever you want. If something happens, I'll ask Fifth Sister to help you!"

"This one……"

Zhong Wuchuan thought to himself, is your place really a pet center? Why are all the gangsters talking and acting like bandits!

……

……

Under the shadowless lamp, Zhong Wuchuan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and cut open Ba Kui's stomach.

Most people with hypochondriacs are very sensitive. For them to "operate", a full set must be done, even if it is actually just to open the stomach and look at it and then suture it!

As the knife slid in, blood and fat overflowed together, a few stars flashed in front of Zhong Wuchuan's eyes, his heart accelerated, blood surged up, and his throat felt the urge to vomit.

PTSD? !

But he was chopped off his index finger by a doctor in the office, not by a patient in the operating room...

Moreover, after the follow-up surgery, he received a whole course of psychological counseling. According to the senior and also the attending doctor, his condition is very stable, and the possibility of post-traumatic stress disorder is less than [-]%!

Taking a step back, even if he really had PTSD, it shouldn't be because he suddenly felt unwell during the operation!

In any case, the operation had already begun, and he had to suppress the discomfort and insist on finishing the operation.

As Zhong Wuchuan said to himself, he tried his best to hold the scalpel firmly, and made a symbolic cut above Ba Kui's stomach.

Whoa!

Accident happened!

With just a light swipe of the knife on the surface, Ba Kui's stomach——

crack!open!up!

The stomach pouch seemed to be a window leading to another dimension, and it kept spewing out liquid and various colorful things. Zhong Wuchuan, who had struggled to hold the knife, was even more at a loss.

"What's the situation! His stomach...how can his stomach be like...can it be like..."

Zhong Wuchuan felt like Chihiro who bathed the river god in Granny Tang's hot spring hotel, just cut a hole in the body surface, and all kinds of...

"What should we do now?"

He asked the nurse beside him with his eyes.

The nurses looked strange, and the head nurse dragged the garbage truck and directed the others to clean up the filth sprayed out of Ba Kui's stomach.

Zhong Wuchuan felt very ashamed, he didn't expect that he, who studied medicine, would become the most useless person in the audience.

The stuff spewed out of Ba Kui's stomach quickly filled the truckload, and the nurses dragged the filth out, leaving Zhong Wuchuan to face the huge stomach bag that was so deep and dark that he couldn't believe it actually existed.

A wrench as long as an arm bone gleamed in the filthy stomach pouch that had been emptied.

"Well...at least...at least the wrench is stainless steel...I...I..."

Resisting nausea, Zhong Wuchuan took out the stainless steel wrench in his stomach pouch, and then sewed up Bakui's wound.

At this time the nurses also came back.

With their help, Zhong Wuchuan sewed up Bakui's wound with his legs weak, and ordered the nurse to infuse the blood drawn before the operation back into Bakui's body. After reading all the data of the life support device, he walked out with the help of the wall operating room.

While washing his hands and changing his clothes, Zhong Wuchuan thought, he had really neglected to exercise recently, and after standing in front of the operating table for three hours, his back was sore and his legs hurt, and he was so nauseous that he wanted to vomit!