After dinner, Ling Ran went to the old air-raid shelter behind the school morgue alone.
The air-raid shelter was left behind in the early years. It was used as a temporary hospital for a period of time, and then as a temporary morgue for a long period of time. Later, a new medical building was built, and it became a corner that no one paid attention to again. Even dogs in love found the smell of the place unpleasant.
Ling Ran did not mind.
When medical students first started dissecting corpses, they were disgusted. After practicing for two years, they could hold their finger bones and practice how to spin a pen.
Of course, when there was nothing to do, no one would come to the morgue, especially in the evening.
Ling Ran stood in the middle of the quiet air-raid shelter and thought, 'A leader-level Transformer is only seven to eight meters tall, at most ten meters. There should be enough space.
'But what if the Transformer given by the system is too big?'
As Ling Ran thought, he clicked on the "Newbie Gift Pack" at the top right corner of his vision.
"Obtained 'Master Level Appositional Suturing Technique'!"
A calm voice rang in Ling Ran's mind.
At this moment, when Ling Ran recalled the "Appositional Suturing Technique", he thought of countless details.
The distance between the two stitches, the strength of the suture, the choice of suture thread, the number of knots …
"But it's just a suturing technique, and it's even a type of appositional suturing technique. Isn't it too stingy?" Ling Ran whispered to himself.
"There are six types of appositional suturing techniques, including simple interrupted suturing technique, simple continuous suturing technique, subcutaneous suturing technique, compression suturing technique, cross suturing technique, and continuous edge locking technique," the system's explanation sounded a little mechanical.
Ling Ran was very dissatisfied. "No matter how many types there are, it's just one suturing technique. I have to learn varus suture and tension suture separately. Can't you give me a Transformer?"
This time, the system's reaction was a little slow. After a while, it answered, "No."
"Why?"
"The medical system only teaches medical skills. There are no Transformers."
Ling Ran pursed his lips and thought, 'At the very least, there doesn't seem to be a person sitting behind the system.'
If it was a person, when faced with the question of whether he could give a Transformer to the system, most people would probably say, "What do you want a Transformer for?"
"What does Master Level mean?" Ling Ran asked again.
The system's voice did not change. "Skills are categorized into Novice Level, Specialist Level, Master Level, and Perfect Level.
"In other words, your Newbie Gift Pack is made up of fake bubbles?"
"Yes."
"Only the suture method?"
"Yes."
"No Transformers?"
"Yes."
Ling Ran furrowed his eyebrows and thought, 'If it's not pretending, this stupid system probably won't be able to pass the Turing Test (a test to determine whether the person you're talking to is a human or a machine).'
The questions he asked just now were classic Turing Test questions.
When asked the same question to a normal person, even if they weren't scolded, most of them would say something along the lines of "I've already said it."
Only a mechanical program would answer step by step, "Yes."
However, what if this guy was pretending?
Ling Ran shook his head. With the resources he had on hand, there was really nothing he could do. Even if he did a complete round of the Turing Test, he would still encounter the same doubts.
"Well, it's such a waste of such a good dugout." Ling Ran looked up at the sky, feeling regretful that he didn't make use of the dugout.
When he returned to the dormitory, his roommates had all returned after eating, but they were all holding up their phones, either taking selfies or photos of each other.
"Ling Ran, hurry up and get your white coat. It's new from the storeroom, and it's a little wrinkled. Take it to 306 and iron it."
Chen Wanhao was the first to see Ling Ran. He gave him a few words of advice before he raised his phone.
"I say, is this … necessary?" Ling Ran looked at the room full of medical students in white coats, and his face was filled with helplessness.
"You're going to the hospital for your internship tomorrow. Don't you want to leave a good impression on them? The white coat given by the university is wrinkled. How are you going to wear it if you don't iron it? " As Chen Wanhao spoke, he made a 45-degree pose while looking at the sky, and with a click, he pressed the camera button.
"Where's the stethoscope?" Ling Ran pointed at the red stethoscope hanging around Chen Wanhao's neck.
Chen Wanhao chuckled and said, "I bought it myself. It's from 3M, and I can hear it very clearly. Do you want to try it?"
"The hospital's stethoscope can't satisfy you?"
"The interns were only given a white coat. They don't have a stethoscope."
"Then, have you ever wondered why the university doesn't give the interns stethoscopes?" Ling Ran glanced at Chen Wanhao sympathetically. "Stethoscopes are very expensive, right?"
Chen Wanhao was stunned for a moment before he removed the stethoscope bleakly. "Five foot baths were all for nothing. The red one was even more expensive. "
"I've already told you, stethoscopes are useless. What interns need the most are gloves." Wang Zhuangyong, who was speaking, stretched out his hands, which were wearing white gloves, and kept shaking them in a showy manner.
Ling Ran did not want to watch anymore. He lowered his head and took out a banana from the drawer.
Wang Zhuangyong clicked his tongue. "Wow, this is a little big."
Ling Ran quietly used a scalpel to cut the banana skin in front of Wang Zhuangyong.
Wang Zhuangyong could not bear to look away and said, "Ling Ran, your suturing is done. You don't have to sharpen your skills at the last minute."
"I'm in good condition today." Ling Ran lied. He turned on the table lamp and took out a box of Johnson & Johnson Epcot's 70-inch suture thread from the drawer.
This type of suture with two zeros had relatively high friction and could easily cause traction. It was a model that was harder to control, and it was also recommended by many foreign medical schools as a practice material. The only problem was that it was more expensive compared to domestic products. Many students could not bear to use it because of the accumulation of training over a long period of time.
Fortunately, Ling Ran's family ran a clinic, and he had some savings. He also understood the expenses of medical students, so he could somewhat support his expenses.
Ling Ran held the forceps in his left hand and controlled the needle holder with his right hand. The moment the needle landed on the banana skin, a lot of information appeared in his mind. He did not need to think too much. With a twist of his wrist, the needle went through smoothly.
He inserted the needle, threaded it out, and tied a knot …
Ling Ran had already practiced quite a good suturing technique. This was also the reason why he was not too interested in the so-called Master Level Appositional Suturing Technique.
However, when he started, Ling Ran realized that he was still too young.
In the past, he needed to concentrate to pay attention to the details, but now, he could do it subconsciously.
Throughout the suturing process, the banana did not move at all. It was not affected by the needle insertion and the needle insertion at all. From the beginning to the end, it was as if it was the original version.
The distance between the two needles was exactly the same, as if it was measured with a ruler. The knot was also beautiful and neat like an industrial flower …
The precise direction, the precise strength, the skillful judgment, the perfect depth and arc of the puncture, and the uniform and stable technique … Even though it was just a simple suture technique, after practicing seriously, one would realize that it was not simple at all.
"What the heck, you sutured so fast?" Wang Zhuangyong suddenly jumped out from behind Ling Ran and grabbed the huge sutured banana. As if he was admiring a piece of art, he raised it to his nose and looked at it carefully.
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