"Did you really scare someone to death? Brother Yun, you're really bold. You even played such music. "
Lao He said while trembling.
"I like Teacher Wu's style. It's simple, clean, and unpretentious," Su Yun said. "Scaring someone to death is a rumor in the pugilistic world. It's an appropriate exaggeration. Don't you know this kind of rhetoric? Was your language taught by a physical education teacher in the past? "
[Mom, look after me, my red wedding dress. Don't let me die too early.]
As he spoke, the singing sounded.
Some kind of pioneering experimental music with lyrics, coupled with the parasitic fetus under the semi-permeable membrane in front of him …
Lao He felt that his legs were a little weak and he wanted to go to the toilet. Waves of swelling pain came from his prostate. He tried his best to overcome a certain physiological need and tried his best to stand in front of the operating table without stage fright.
What the f * ck was this! If someone else had played it, even if it was Chief Xu, Lao He would have been angry with him.
However, this was played by Brother Yun, and it was played randomly. Although Lao He was afraid, he did not move. This was because he heard Su Yun humming softly, as if he was doing a combination.
Young, bold, powerful, and not afraid of demons and ghosts, Lao He thought to himself.
"Xiaocao, are you alright?" Lao He saw that Quan Xiaocao was no longer trembling, so he quickly asked cautiously.
"He … Teacher He, please help me," Quan Xiaocao said softly.
Lao He quickly looked at the various values. Everything was stable, so he came to Quan Xiaocao's side.
[In the middle of the night, your falling hair; In the middle of the night, you closed your eyes; This is a secret agreement; It belongs to me, it belongs to you]
The singing continued. The lyrics were not bad, but with the strange music style, the entire operating theater was filled with a strange atmosphere.
"Xiaocao, what's wrong?" Lao He asked.
"Teacher He, please help me. I'll sit for a while. My legs are a little weak." Quan Xiaocao's body was stiff. After saying two sentences, her upper and lower teeth began to chatter, making a gurgling sound.
Lao He sighed in his heart. Boss Zheng was right. If Xiaocao stood on the operating table, would she still be able to pull the retractor with her cowardly appearance? Help?
Nonsense, it would be more of a hindrance.
He held Quan Xiaocao's arm and could clearly feel a layer of fine goosebumps on the skin of Quan Xiaocao's forearm. Her hand and arm were cold like a piece of ice.
"Look at you, I'll help you out," Old He said.
"No, I'll just sit here for a while." Quan Xiaocao had her own stubbornness. Since she encountered such a rare surgery, she still wanted to finish watching it. This was the accumulation of clinical experience. Everyone had come this way.
Lao He had no choice but to support Quan Xiaocao to a corner and sit on a small round stool. Lao He was quite considerate. He found a surgical gown for Quan Xiaocao to wear.
Although this wouldn't be able to comfort Quan Xiaocao's fear, it would more or less keep the temperature down.
[The wedding dress is red; the poison is white.]
The song continued.
"Brother Yun, this song sounds so scary," Lao He whispered.
"Yes, according to this song, countless ghost stories have been made up 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. "
Lao 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 look at the ventilator and monitor.
Boss Zheng's side was still a little warm. The Yang energy was really strong. Other than that, the entire operating theater seemed to be like an ice cave. It was so cold that it was indescribably cold.
"Boss, your surgery is too slow," Su Yun said with a little confusion. "What are you thinking about?" Zheng Ren did not say anything.
Instead, he used his hand to knock on the suction device in Su Yun's hand, signaling for it to follow.
Feng Jianguo looked at the parasitic fetus in front of him and heard the red wedding dress. He was even more afraid than Quan Xiaocao.
Happiness Street was not the first batch of rock bands, but they were the pillars that appeared when the Imperial Capital's rock and roll circle was lacking.
Who was not a rock and roll youth when they were young?
Lao He did not know this song, but Feng Jianguo did. This was a song that he did not dare to listen to again after hearing it once. However, he did not expect to hear it during the surgery of the parasitic fetus. It even became background music.
Feng Jianguo watched Boss Zheng perform the surgery in a daze, but his eyes would look at the parasitic fetus from time to time.
Some people said that this song was a story between a heartless man and a woman, but Feng Jianguo's first thought after listening to this song was abortion.
Whether it was the lyrics or the music, or even the scene in front of him, it was extremely consistent.
If Feng Jianguo had not already scrubbed his hands and went on stage, and the patient had come to find him, he would have run away by now.
'I'll grit my teeth and listen. It'll be over soon,' Feng Jianguo thought.
[One night of passion is not my fault, One night of passion is not my fault, One night of passion is not my fault.]
In the slightly strange words, the song ended.
Feng Jianguo let out a long sigh. It was finally over. He looked at Su Yun with some hidden bitterness, feeling particularly dissatisfied.
The slightly rustic 'Good Luck Comes' sounded so good in retrospect. In fact, no matter what song it was, it was better than this red wedding dress.
It was not that the song was not good, but this song was simply too appropriate.
Especially the last few sentences, Feng Jianguo seemed to hear the parasitic fetus crying. He was even worried that the parasitic fetus would point its finger at him and say that he had killed it.
At this moment, Feng Jianguo really missed the song 'Good Luck Comes'.
[One night of passion is not my fault, One night of passion is not my fault, One night of passion is not my fault.]
As the last sentence was repeated, the song 'Red Wedding Dress' finally ended …
F * ck, who knew whose fault it was. He could not think too much about this matter. If he thought too much, the ghost stories of Strange Stories from Liaozhai would appear in his mind and linger.
Feng Jianguo, the second assistant, was almost a decoration. On the operating table, Boss Zheng performed the surgery steadily. Su Yun hummed the red wedding dress and cooperated. Even the burly male scrub nurse was a little timid and looked around from time to time.
'Hurry up and end it. Boss Zheng's surgery is really slow. Can't he hurry up?' Feng Jianguo thought.
However, the music was melodious. The second song that was randomly played was' Red Wedding Dress' again.
Randomly playing two consecutive hits. How did such a low probability event happen together?!
Lao He and Feng Jianguo were stunned. Su Yun said with a smile, "Looks like the luck of this song is really good."
Was this considered good luck?!
Lao He was speechless.
Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said, "Big Bend Retractor, straighten it."
"Straighten what?" the scrub nurse asked with a slightly trembling voice. He was distracted just now and did not hear the first half of Boss Zheng's sentence.
"Brother, what are you thinking about? Can't you just straighten a bent one? " Su Yun said disdainfully, "On the operating table, other than the big bend retractor, what else are you going to straighten?"
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