After a flash of light, Zheng Ren saw three books appear in front of him.
The three books were exactly the same.
Sir System sure is lazy. Everything in the silver chest is the same, there are no surprises at all.
Zheng Ren did not consider his unlucky physique at all. If he was a little luckier, he might have gotten a bigger surprise.
The three books were skill leveling books, so they could be considered as skill books. They could raise any skill tree to the peak of the Advanced level.
In terms of grading, each book was worth at most 1,000 skill points.
Zheng Ren was a little disappointed. It would be great if he had 3,000 skill points. Coupled with the 930 skill points he had saved from the gap between his teeth, his general surgery skills could be upgraded to the Master level.
After some consideration, Zheng Ren kept the three skill books instead of using them immediately.
The most important thing was that the System's threat of obliteration had traumatized Zheng Ren. It was at least three kilograms (Yes, not a typo).
He had to keep something up his sleeve, right?
Take the venipuncture technique for example. If Zheng Ren had not exchanged a few thousand experience points for surgery intensive training time, he would not have been able to save so many people.
Zheng Ren was not stupid. When he was in the orphanage, he had read all kinds of books donated by kind-hearted people. He still had to do odd jobs to support himself every day after school and still managed to get into the top medical university in the country.
As for postgraduate students who were exempted from exams, as long as their tutors were not blind, they would accept him.
He gradually understood the System's behavior pattern. Every time it induced, there seemed to be a corresponding patient that he needed to save.
In other words, Sir System seemed to have the ability to predict the future for a short period of time.
Then … Should he learn interventional surgery? After some thought, Zheng Ren gradually came up with the idea of wearing a lead apron for interventional surgery.
However, it was just a thought. Zheng Ren had no plans to implement it for the time being.
The System's experience points could not be spent quickly. 75,000 experience points were less than 21 hours of surgery intensive training time.
For a surgery branch that was completely unfamiliar to him, twenty hours was nothing.
This was completely different from when Sir System had given him 20 days of surgery intensive training time. At that time, the light and shadow in the System space had become blurry as if it would shatter in the next second.
Zheng Ren had a feeling that the System had given him 20 days of intensive training time because it was in an extremely dangerous state at that time.
As for now, he could slowly accumulate the surgery intensive training time.
Besides, the biggest problem now was not learning how to perform surgery, but getting a good rest. His blood sugar was already low.
Zheng Ren did not want to lie in the funeral parlor the next day and watch the disgusting hospital director recite an insincere eulogy for him.
With the recovery from the System Space, he wasn't lacking in Spiritual Energy, but his body was a little overwhelmed.
Zheng Ren noticed that the System was no longer issuing new missions and observed the changes in the System space. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching. With a thought, he returned to the present world.
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"That's him! Son of a b * tch, how dare you hit my mother! "A violent voice came from not far away.
"He was the one who kicked me! And you're a doctor? Bullshit! " The old lady who had grabbed Director Xiao's collar and caused trouble in the hospital had appeared. She pointed at Zheng Ren and spat viciously.
She did not care if Zheng Ren had kicked her at that time.
Zheng Ren's blood sugar had returned to normal. The sweat on his back had gradually dried and stuck to his body, making it uncomfortable.
Zheng Ren looked up and saw a tall, burly man with twisted, deformed dragon tattoos on his exposed neck, arms, and hands. He was wearing a thick, golden orange necklace that was as thick as a finger. He barged in with a few people.
The corridor was filled with emergency patients and their family members. They were stunned and carefully made way for the burly man who looked like a fiend.
Usually, no one would want to provoke such a villain.
Since the emergency treatment had come to an end, the police from the nearby police station had left to maintain order.
Hearing the commotion outside, two hospital security guards opened the large metal door of the guardhouse and poked their heads out.
"F * ck you!" The burly man scolded with a fierce glare.
Without hesitation, the two security guards immediately smiled and closed the large metal door.
The sound of "Bang" was the background music for the hurried movements and inner panic.
Zheng Ren was helpless. This kind of thing was too common in the hospital.
The security guards were also contract workers and only wore police uniforms. If there was a dispute, they would not dare to make a move. If they hurt someone, they would fire the security guard, and then pay compensation and apologize, regardless of whether it was right or wrong.
They were all a group of poor brothers. Zheng Ren did not express his dissatisfaction with the security guards' retreat.
What should he do in such a situation?
What else could he do but get beaten up?
Every day, there were incidents of medical staff being beaten up in the country. Xiangya Second Hospital was the hospital with the most backbone, but what happened in the end? Wasn't it still bitterly disappointing?
Facing the tower-like burly man, a thought flashed through Zheng Ren's mind. If he was injured, could he be the chief surgeon and perform the surgery under local anesthesia?
Although he was afraid, Zheng Ren did not back down.
Of course, there was no use in cowering. That was for sure.
Since he was going to be beaten up anyway, who was he going to show his cowardice?
Zheng Ren was silent. He stood up and moved his shoulders and neck.
A few doctors and nurses trembled and wanted to stop him but were frightened by the burly man's imposing manner. They were all cultured people. They only used their words and not their fists. No one had ever fought before.
"Hey, little brother, you want to practice?" Iron Tower sneered and clenched his sandbag-like fists. From ten steps away, Zheng Ren could hear the sound of his fists cracking.
Zheng Ren was not going to resist. He had not used any close-combat skills. How could he fight?
He just moved his muscles and bones. Fortunately, he recovered faster after the beating.
The originally noisy corridor quietened down. Hundreds of people looked at each other in dismay and kept quiet out of fear.
"What are you doing?" Xie Yiren rushed in front of Zheng Ren and spread her arms, trying to protect him with her body.
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. Xie Yiren's small physique … Slim body without a trace of excess fat. She was good-looking but definitely not resistant to beatings. One punch and her bones would be fractured.
Zheng Ren quickly covered Xie Yiren's mouth and pulled her behind him. Zheng Ren had already accepted the beating. He only hoped that the little lady would not suffer with him.
Iron Tower was obviously satisfied with his deterrent power. He looked at Zheng Ren like a cat chasing a mouse and said in a low voice, "You're pretty good. You dare to hit my mother?"
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. Reasoning with him? What a joke!
This was the difference between letting you wear a hat and not wearing one.
He tried hard to recall the man's well-practiced self-protection moves in the emergency operating room when he encountered such a situation.
Zheng Ren felt that he could not learn it. The man must have been beaten up countless times to master such skills.
Old Chief Physician Pan was not around. He had gone to the internal medicine ward to look for an empty bed. Fortunately, he was not there. With Chief Physician Pan's bad temper, if he were here, he would be beaten up together with Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren was young, so it was okay to be beaten up. Chief Physician Pan's arms and legs were old. It would be terrible if they were fractured.
Zheng Ren crouched and shielded Xie Yiren in a corner. He put his hands on his head and his posture was awkward.
"Young man, doctors are life-saving bodhisattvas," an old man said softly as he lay on an extra bed in the emergency department corridor.
His voice was soft, but the corridor was exceptionally quiet. Many people around heard the old man's words.
His symptoms of nitrite poisoning were not serious. It was probably because he did not eat much.
After injecting methylene blue, the originally light bluish-gray color on his body had gradually faded. Obviously, he was getting better.
"Dad, don't say anymore." A middle-aged man in his forties whispered in his ear while smiling apologetically at the black tower.
"Bastard!" The old man was agitated and slapped his son's face. "How did I teach you?!"
His voice was raised and the veins on his forehead bulged. It was a scary sight.
He did not use much strength and his voice was very soft.
However, the slap was like a slap to everyone's face and heart. The atmosphere in the corridor became stagnant.
"Dad, control your emotions and pay attention to your blood pressure." The middle-aged man was frightened. It would be even worse if his brain vessels ruptured and bled because of his emotions.
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