The Surgeon's Studio

"You really scared people to death? Big brother Yun, you're really bold to play this kind of music. "

Old he said in a trembling voice.

"I like teacher Wu's music style. It's simple, clean, and unpretentious." Su Yun said,"scaring people to death is a Jianghu rumor. It's an appropriate exaggeration. Don't you know this kind of rhetoric? Did your PE teacher teach you Chinese in the past?"

[Mom, look after my red wedding dress. Don't let me die too early.]

As he said that, a song sounded.

Some kind of revolutionary Experiment Melody, coupled with the lyrics, and the parasite under the semi-permeable membrane in front of him ...

Old he felt that his legs were a little weak and he wanted to go to the toilet. His prostate started to hurt, but he tried to overcome his physiological needs and stood in front of the operating table without stage fright.

What the f * ck was this?! If it was someone else, even if it was director Xu, old he would be angry with him.

However, this was played randomly by Brother Yun, so old he didn't move even though he was afraid. Because he heard Su Yun humming softly, as if she was singing a combination.

'Young, courageous, fierce, and unafraid of demons and ghosts,' old he thought.

"Xiao Cao, are you alright?" "What's wrong?" old he asked cautiously when he saw that Quan xiaocao had stopped trembling.

"He ... He ... Teacher, please help me." Quan xiaocao said in a low voice.

Old he quickly looked at the various values and saw that everything was stable. He then walked over to Quan xiaocao's side.

[Deep in the night, your hair falls; deep in the night, you close your eyes;[This is a secret promise. It belongs to me and you.]

The song continued. The lyrics were not bad, but when paired with the strange style of the song, the entire operating theater was filled with a strange atmosphere.

"Little grass, what's wrong?" Old he asked.

"Teacher he, please help me. I need to sit for a while. My legs are a little weak." Quan xiaocao's body stiffened. After saying a few words, her upper and lower teeth began to clatter, making a gurgling sound.

Old he sighed in his heart. Boss Zheng was right. If Xiao Cao were to stand on the operating table, would she be able to operate the retractor with her cowardly appearance? Help?

Nonsense, it's not helping.

As he held onto Quan xiaocao's arm, he could clearly feel a layer of goosebumps on the skin of her forearm. His hands and arms were cold, like ice.

"Look at you, I'll help you out." Old he said.

"No, I'll just sit for a while." Quan xiaocao had her own stubbornness. When it came to such a rare surgery, she still wanted to see it. This was the accumulation of clinical experience, and everyone had gone through it.

Old he helplessly helped Quan xiaocao to a corner and sat on a small round stool. Old he was very considerate. He found a Surgical Gown for Quan xiaocao to wear.

Although doing so could not comfort the fear in Quan xiaocao's heart, it could more or less protect her temperature.

[The wedding dress is red; the poison is white]

The song continued.

"Big brother Yun, this song sounds scary." Old he said in a low voice.

"Yes, there are countless ghost stories based on this song on the internet." Su Yun said,"you can tell what kind of stories they are from the lyrics. There's nothing new about it, and it's not scary. "

Old he thought to himself,'isn't this F * cking ... Scary?'

He did not return to the side of the patient's head. Instead, he stood behind boss Zheng and let his assistant watch the ventilator and monitor.

Boss Zheng's side was still a little warmer, and the Yang Qi was really vigorous. Other than that, the entire operating theater seemed to be like an ice cave. It was so cold that it was impossible to speak.

"Boss, you're taking too long to complete this surgery." "What are you thinking about?" Su Yun asked, a little confused.

Zheng Ren did not say anything. Instead, he used his hand to knock on the aspirator in Su Yun's hand and signaled for the aspirator to follow.

Feng Jianguo looked at the parasite in front of him and heard the words "red wedding dress" in his ears. He was even more afraid than Quan xiaocao.

Happiness Street wasn't the earliest rock band, but it was the pillar that appeared when the rock industry in Imperial City was at its peak.

Who wasn't a rock and roll youngster when they were young?

Old he did not know this song, but Feng Jianguo did. This was a song that he had never dared to listen to again after listening to it once. However, he did not expect to encounter it during the operation of parasitism, and it even became background music.

As if he had been reborn, Feng Jianguo watched boss Zheng's surgery in a daze, but his eyes kept looking at the parasite.

Some people said that the song was a story between a heartless man and a woman, but Feng Jianguo's first thought after listening to the song was to have an abortion.

Whether it was the lyrics or the tune, even the scene in front of him was extremely consistent.

If Feng Jianguo had not already washed his hands and gone to the operating table, and the patient had not come to find him, he would have escaped.

Feng Jianguo gritted his teeth and listened. It would end soon, he thought.

[It's not my fault that we had a one night stand. It's not my fault.]

The song ended with some strange words.

Feng Jianguo heaved a long sigh of relief. It was finally over. He looked at Su Yun with a hint of resentment in his eyes. He was extremely dissatisfied.

The slightly rustic 'good luck' sounded so good in retrospect. In fact, no matter what song it was, it was better than this red wedding dress.

It wasn't that the song wasn't good, but that the song was simply too appropriate for the situation.

Especially in the last few sentences, Feng Jianguo seemed to have heard the crying complaints of the parasite. He was even worried that the parasite would point at him and say that he had killed him.

At that moment, Feng Jianguo really missed the song "good luck".

[It's not my fault that we had a one night stand. It's not my fault.]

As they repeated the last sentence, the Red Wedding dress song finally ended ...

MD, who knew whose fault it was. He couldn't think too much about this. If he did, scenes of liaozhai's ghost stories would appear in his mind and he wouldn't be able to get rid of them.

Feng Jianguo, the second assistant, was almost just a decoration. Boss Zheng was steadily performing the surgery on the operating table, and Su Yun was humming a red wedding dress to cooperate. Even the burly male scrub nurse was a little timid, and she looked around from time to time.

'Let's end it quickly. Boss Zheng's surgery is so slow. Can't he be faster?'Feng Jianguo thought to himself.

However, the music was melodious and the second song that was randomly played was red wedding dress.

Two random combos ... How did such a low probability event happen together?

Both old he and Feng Jianguo were stunned. Su Yun smiled and said,"it seems that I'm in luck with this song."

Could this be considered good luck?

Old he was speechless.

Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said,"hook the Big Bend and straighten it."

"Straighten what?" The scrub nurse asked with a trembling voice. He was distracted just now and didn't hear the first half of boss Zheng's words.

"Brother, what are you thinking about? Can you even straighten a gay?" "On the operating table," Su Yun said disdainfully,"what else can you straighten other than a large hook?"