Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

For several days, Song Chubai followed Jin Chen to work in the hospital.

Then every day after get off work, I would follow him back to his house.Of course, you have to go to the vegetable market to buy some food on the way.

Jin Chen didn't seem to go to the vegetable market very much. Every time he went to the vegetable market, he would wait at the door and never take a step inside.

Song Chubai still has the 100 yuan that Jin Chen lent him before, and after deducting the barbecue money, he still has 80 yuan left. This 80 yuan will have to be paid until next month, so he can only buy it. Pick up a handful of vegetables for one yuan.

After eating vegetables for several days, Song Chubai felt like he was going to turn green.

He's now hoping to get there soon next month so he can get his salary.

Jin Chen didn't seem to have much demand for food, basically he would eat whatever Song Chubai ate.

So during this time, Jin Chen also ate vegetables.

Time flew by, and a week passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for Li Rong to undergo surgery.

Li Rong suffered from brain cancer, and the doctor judged that he would not survive a year, but Jin Chen was 80.00% sure of curing him, provided that the operation was successful.

This is a major operation, and it is conservatively estimated that it will take eight hours. Jin Chen never works overtime, so the operation started at eight o'clock in the morning.

Before the operation started, Jin Chen handed Song Chubai a set of surgical gowns, and said calmly, "Come in with me."

Song Chubai looked at him in surprise, "Shall I go in with you?"

"Yeah." Jin Chen nodded, "Wipe my sweat next to me."

"Isn't there a dedicated nurse?" Song Chubai asked while taking the surgical gown.

Jin Chen gave him a meaningful look, "I don't believe it."

What if you wiped his sweat and stabbed him?

Song Chubai: ...

Destroy it, there is no cure for this disease.

"Hurry up and change clothes." Jin Chen's tone was faintly tinged with orders, "We have to go into the operating room."

Human life was at stake, Song Chubai didn't ask any more questions, he quickly changed his clothes, performed aseptic treatment, and then followed Jin Chen into the operating room.

In the operating room, Li Rong was already anesthetized.

After entering the operating room, Jin Chen didn't talk nonsense, and started walking along the procedure.

Song Chubai remained silent, trying not to make any noise, and only helped Jin Chen wipe the sweat off his forehead when necessary.

Time passed bit by bit, and more than half of the operation had been carried out. Judging from the current progress, it was very successful.

Before I knew it, seven hours had passed.

Standing for a long time and highly concentrated made Jin Chen's face turn pale, he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Song Chubai."

He calls his name.

Song Chubai responded in a small voice, "I'm here."

"Can you sew?" Jin Chen's voice was very low.

Song Chubai was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said: "Yes, yes, but I..." I can only sew pet wounds.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Jin Chen.

"Come and sew."

Jin Chen took a tough attitude and handed over the suture tools to Song Chubai.

"Sewing." He spit out two words, his face was terribly pale.

The others were not much better, and the entire operating room was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"If something goes wrong, I will take care of it. Now, sew it up." Jin Chen ordered again.

Song Chubai took a deep breath, knowing that time could not be wasted, and now only the suture operation was left to explain.So, he just needs stitches.

Yes, just stitching is all that's needed.

Song Chubai held his breath and concentrated, put aside all distracting thoughts, and began to suture the wound.

Jin Chen stood on the edge of the operating table with one hand, watching Song Chubai sew steadily, and whenever he showed signs of making a mistake, he would immediately remind him.

but……

no……

Song Chubai's suturing skills are very good, and his movements are neat and delicate. It is no exaggeration to say that he is even better than him by a few points.

Jin Chen's eyes darkened, he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Song Chubai.

He pursed his lips, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.

Beautiful and scorching.

After a long time, Song Chubai let out a foul breath, and looked at Jin Chen with shining eyes.

"Dean Jin, the suture is finished."

"En." Jin Chen took a look and praised, "Very good."

Even the doctors and nurses next to him couldn't help but praise: "It's really amazing."

They were a little bit dissatisfied with Song Chubai just now, but now seeing the almost invisible sutures, that little bit of dissatisfaction has completely disappeared.

As expected, Dean Jin personally selected the person to suture. This skill, even if they practice for another 20 years, they will not be able to achieve it.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, Bai Ergen blushed slightly, "Dean Jin is the best."

Jin Chen put aside Song Chubai's praise, checked Li Rong's physical condition, and smiled.

"The surgery was a success."

It's time to notify the family.

After that, the doctors and nurses performed their duties and started working quickly again.

After the operation, Jin Chen took off his surgical gown and walked to the office.

Song Chubai followed behind him.

As soon as he returned to the office, Jin Chen fell down on the sofa, his face still pale.

"It seems that you want to kill me." He raised his eyes and looked at Song Chubai coldly.

Song Chubai looked at him suspiciously, "What?"

How did this get involved in killing him again?

"You've been giving me green vegetables for the past few days." Jin Chen pursed his lips, "I didn't replenish the meat, egg and milk, and I'm a little physically weak today."

"Once the operation fails, it is insulting my reputation. What is the difference between killing me and killing me?"

It's hard for him to talk so long because of his lack of physical strength.

Jin Chen leaned on the sofa, a little sweat oozing from his forehead.

Song Chubai: ...

"I also eat vegetables these days." He explained, "I thought you didn't pick them."

"I only have tens of dollars on me, and I can only afford green vegetables."

He sat next to Jin Chen, looked at him directly, with firm eyes, "If I really want to harm you, why do I still listen to your advice to suture?"

Jin Chen's eyes were deep and heavy, and he stared closely at Song Chubai, as if he wanted to see through his face to see through his soul.

Song Chubai was not afraid, he was open and frank, and let Jin Chen watch.

After a while, Jin Chen curled his lips, "You are right."

It seemed to be a compliment, but it also seemed to be puzzled, and he asked again: "Who taught you your suturing skills? It's amazing."

Almost to the point of perfection.

Song Chubai didn't expect him to suddenly change the topic here, coughed lightly and said, "No one, I learned it myself."

Pet owners don't like scars on their pets, probably for the sake of beauty, or for other reasons.

In short, everyone who comes to him to see a pet hopes that the pet will be perfect without any scars.

Over time, he has also practiced the suture technique that leaves almost no scars.

But there is no need to say these things.