Urban God-level Selection System

The tall man was going to push the wheelchair for the blue man, and the man in black standing behind the blue man directly raised his hand and pushed it to the ground.

"Did you have to touch the wheelchair?"

The black man stared at the tall man with disdain, and then pushed the wheelchair directly into the ward.

"Yo, it used to be a single ward. Although it was not as senior as my ward, it was also very concise. It seems that it is not easy to live here."

During the speech of Lan Gongzi, his eyes finally glanced at Zhang Wanlin who hadn't looked at him from beginning to end. He saw Zhang Wanlin's wholeheartedly having a patient on the bed, and he suddenly froze.

The dean was always paying attention to Lan Gongzi's complexion. When he saw him looking at Zhang Wanlin, his complexion became ugly. He hurriedly snorted to Zhang Wanlin.

Then he said with a cold face: "Boy, I said, you are not a doctor in our hospital, you can't treat people, please leave me to the ward, don't let me call security, it makes everyone look bad, Then sin."

"Don't doctors dare to treat people this year?"

After listening to the dean's words, the blue son, who was still very angry, finally calmed down a lot.

When the Dean saw it, he was relieved, so he shouted harder at Zhang Wanlin: "Are you deaf?"

Can't you hear me?

I let you stop handing out! "

Zhang Wanlin finally turned his head annoyed and stared at the dean for a while, then said annoyingly: "You are really noisy. If you don’t want to be the dean, you say it and I will pull it down for you. ."

"You don't have to stimulate me like this at all."

Zhang Wanlin said that he turned around again to repair the blood vessel for the patient, and after another ten breaths, the patient's blood vessel would be completely repaired.

At that time, as long as he takes the medicine he dispensed within three months, it will definitely be able to cure the disease. At least in the next two decades, this patient will not commit this disease again.

Zhang Wanlin said that everyone on the scene was stunned. After about thirty seconds, Lan Gongzi was the first to hold back and burst out laughing.

Then the black man and the doctors laughed immediately, and when they looked at Zhang Wanlin's eyes again, they were looking at fools! "Call security."

The dean said to the tall man with a black face. The tall man conveyed his meaning back, and someone immediately contacted security.

Several nurses looked at each other. They thought they had seen a high-ranking Chinese medicine expert. They did not expect it to be a mental illness with bad brains. Now it is a blessing to let a mental illness give the patient first aid. The patient did not die.

At the moment, only the nurse who picked up Zhang Wanlin's cell phone felt that things were not that simple. She always felt that Zhang Wanlin's words were not joking, but serious.

But soon she was taken aback by her own idea. She felt that she must be crazy. She would think that this person was not mentally ill. If she said this, she would definitely be laughed at by everyone.

So the nurse hid himself in the crowd, and he did not want to say another sentence to blend in this matter.

A moment later, Zhang Wanlin finally removed the silver needles from the patient, and then he turned to look at the door, waiting for someone.

After seeing him, Mr. Lan said to the dean with a smile: "The dean, this mental illness is a little self-knowledge, knowing that he can't escape, but he still stayed. Seeing this posture, he was waiting for someone to catch him on the spot. ."

The dean smiled awkwardly: "Let the young son Lan smile, and I didn't expect this boy to be so stupid as to come from which mental hospital."

Zhang Wanlin has no interest in the words of these people.

He just wanted to wait for the nurse's medicine to come over, and then looked at the man to take it down, so he could leave with peace of mind, no one could let him leave here until then.

"Haha, you are right. Most of this man came out of the mental hospital, but it has a funny soul."

Lan Gongzi said to beckon Zhang Wanlin, "Boy, come here, I want to ask you something."

Zhang Wanlin saw that the blue son looked like I was heaven, and could not help being speechless. There are really many people who feel good about themselves in this world! When Lan Lanzi saw that he was calling Zhang Wanlin, Zhang Wanlin was too lazy to move, and immediately frowned, and then the **** man saw him, and immediately acted as a running dog: "Hey! The son called you, can't you hear?

Are you deaf? "

During the speech, the man in black walked towards Zhang Wanlin, with one hand buckled directly over Zhang Wanlin's shoulder. He was going to use his best threatening means! Squeeze your shoulders! No one can stand under the shoulders of his strong king, and his face does not change color. The black man firmly believes that Zhang Wanlin will not escape his own shoulder pinch.

However, the man in black hadn't touched Zhang Wanlin. Zhang Wanlin had already clasped his sagged wrist, and suddenly he suddenly exerted force. The **** man suddenly fell to his knees and fell to his knees.

"Ah! You let go, you let go."

The black man wailed in pain, but Zhang Wanlin stared at him coldly.

"You let me go of him."

Seeing that his own people were so humiliated by him, Lan Gongzi was very angry immediately. He wanted to get up from the wheelchair. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up, so he blushed and became angry.

"Boy, you dare to bully the people of my blue family, I want you not to die."

Young Master Lan turned angrily to the Dean, "Are you blind?

What about your security personnel? "

Zhang Wanlin finally said: "I advise you not to provoke me again. When the medicine I give to this person comes and feeds, I will leave."

"If you have to find something that is not a pleasure, I don't mind packing you up."

Zhang Wanlin said that he kicked the big man in black and kicked his finger to the blue man. "Especially, I like to clean up your stuff."

"You... you are too much!"

Master Lan trembles with anger, and he feels he is dying of anger. Why doesn't he bring a great master this time?

Otherwise, would it be bullied to this point?

When Master Lan had no way to get Zhang Wanlin, the head nurse finally brought in a bowl of Chinese medicine, and she suddenly froze when she saw so many doctors in the house.

"President?

Doctor Gao, why are you all here?

Could it be the patient he..." Zhang Wanlin had already come over before the head nurse finished.

"Give me the medicine."

Zhang Wanlin took the medicine directly from the head of the headless nurse, and he was too lazy to ignore the unsightly expressions of the dean and others. He carried the medicine directly to the patient and helped him to give him the medicine.

Zhang Wanlin was quick to feed the medicine, and a bowl of medicine was quickly fed. After a few breathing efforts, the patient opened his eyes weakly. He saw Zhang Wanlin in front of him and asked weakly, "Who are you?" ?"