I asked Dr. Yu why she was still treating me now that Ai Shuqiao had given up on me. Dr. Yu thought my question was stupid.

"Humph, the patient who passed through my hands cannot die because of my mistakes. I don't care whether he is a saint or a criminal. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope for cure, I will never give up."

I was just about to express my gratitude to Dr. Yu for his medical ethics when he went on to say: "When I was rescuing a landmine victim in Angola, because his whole family was killed by landmines, he pulled out the oxygen tube several times and tried to He refused treatment and committed suicide. Even so, I tied him up and finally cured him."

"In the end, after he was cured, he insulted me in person, saying that I was a devil for not letting him follow his family to heaven. So I gave him a pistol and told him to find a place where I couldn't see him if he wanted to commit suicide. If I commit suicide, it has nothing to do with my medical skills..."

It turns out that patients are just props for you to prove your medical skills. I thought you were very caring. After working for a long time, you are like a watchmaker repairing a watch. If a watch is damaged by you, will you be laughed at by your colleagues? , do you want to avoid being ridiculed by your colleagues and satisfy your own self-esteem, so you don’t let the patients you handle die casually?

But later I heard from Pentheus that Dr. Yu gave a pistol to a patient recovering from surgery in Angola. You can get paint all over your face, and after you become angry and embarrassed, you can calm down and think about the meaning of your life.

Of course, if you still insist on committing suicide later, then it will be useless to say anything.

Amy, who accidentally learned about this incident, sat on the operating table in the infirmary with her legs crossed and said to her personal doctor, Dr. Yu: "I really can't tell that you are still pregnant with a baby, as people in China often say. What a bodhisattva-hearted person."

Dr. Yu, who is not a lolita fan, treated the nail crack on Amy's little toe without any fun, while frowning and saying:

"Nonsense, I won't give him imitation guns and paint bullets. He was so excited at the time. What if he shoots me directly? I'm a doctor, not a Buddha. I don't have the consciousness to sacrifice my life to feed a tiger."

It is said that the patient who was saved by Dr. Yu did not commit suicide with a simulated gun. After thinking about it, he finally realized: "It's all the government's fault. My family was killed by landmines, and I can't follow them to heaven. It's all the fault of the government." It's the government's fault."

So he turned around and joined the anti-government guerrillas, replacing the imitation guns in his hands with real guns. He has been fighting bravely on the front line, and his military rank has almost been promoted to major.

Because Dr. Yu is so determined to cure the patient regardless of good or evil, regardless of the cost, and does not consider the patient's wishes, he may be more concerned about my illness than I am.

"Not only me, but also my senior brother also swore a poisonous oath to cure you. If you don't die, he will die... No, if you die, he will die too. I don't believe it. With the help of two of the Three Musketeers of Stanford University, we can also cure you." I can’t cure this naughty kid like you..."

I was suddenly very curious: "Dr. Yu, you keep talking about the 'Three Musketeers of Stanford University'. You are one, and your senior brother 'Poison King' is one, so who is the other one?"

"He." Dr. Yu grimaced as if he was facing a very difficult disease. "He has a brain disease that I can't even cure. He was warned several times for organizing illegal societies when he was in school. , his condition became more serious after graduation, and he was completely a disgrace among us Three Musketeers. If it weren't for the fact that the name 'Two Musketeers' didn't sound good, I wouldn't want to be tied with him."

While talking, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth without lighting it. He did not smoke in front of patients. It seems that female school doctor Chen Yingran also has this habit.

By the way, because Dr. Yu was busy doing research on the weekend and didn't take time out, he didn't go to Chen Yingran's house to propose. He was really casual. I wonder if Chen Yingran's father, the son of the old principal, had time to wait. field.

In order to make sure that I could be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate, Dr. Yu conducted several cardiac tolerance tests on me.

The first was to suddenly make a loud noise behind me to test whether I would be frightened into having a heart attack.

This kind of thing is completely trivial in the face of my many days of practice. Now I can keep my heartbeat at a relatively low level even when watching horror movies, and I can basically not be surprised at anything.

Second, I was asked to do ten quick squats in a row and run as fast as possible on the treadmill for two minutes.

I also completed the target very well without causing a heart attack. I even think that if I were not on a treadmill, the speed could be increased a bit, as long as it does not exceed 3 minutes.

Third, Dr. Yu suddenly thrust a mature women's pornographic magazine in front of me when I was not prepared. On the opened color page was a provocative model with busty breasts.

"How about it, this is the last test." Dr. Yu was very serious and shouted as if facing a formidable enemy, "I'm going to have a heart attack after seeing this irritating picture. Can you withstand it? Can't you? Just say it quickly, don't be embarrassed, I will rescue you."

Your sister, Dr. Yu, you are obviously the one who is embarrassed. Can I say that the magazine you took out is not in line with my taste at all?

Because I passed several tests, especially when I faced mature women’s magazines, I didn’t get sick, Dr. Yu agreed to my request to be discharged from the hospital.

Amy was quite reluctant to part with her and even held a farewell dinner for me. She seemed very lethargic during the dinner. It was not until I repeatedly promised that I would come over to see her whenever I had free time that I felt relieved.

Compared with his sister, Pentheus, a gay man, showed his reluctance even more unscrupulously. He regretted that he wasted too much time in the studio these days and did not spend more time with me to communicate with each other. I think he just barely hugged me. Cried on my shoulder.

"You don't have to be disappointed." Dr. Yu said to them at the dinner table, "Ye Lin will come at least twice a week for physical review. There will be many opportunities to meet in the future... Hey, this cow looks like he has an enlarged gallbladder. …”

Please don't conduct medical diagnosis and treatment on the steak on the dinner plate. It has been cooked. No matter how good your medical skills are, you can't save it.

There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. Even though Amy and Pentheus were reluctant to leave, I still moved back home after the dinner.

I'm used to the spaciousness of Room 103. When I suddenly came back, I really felt that the three-bedroom and one-living room at home was a bit narrow... But living with my dad and having family members around me couldn't replace the spacious space.

It's not that Amy is no longer a relative, but she has been busy filming recently, and is often so tired that she just lies on the bed and doesn't move as soon as she comes back, and she doesn't communicate much with me.

Even though Aunt Ren, who is the martial arts instructor, is temporarily suspended from work, Amy cannot stop working. In addition to martial arts dramas, there are also many literary dramas to perform. Those literary dramas that require a lot of words and require heavy props and costumes are not much easier to perform in a day than martial arts dramas. .

"You said that in order to pursue real effects, we need to use real metal shoulder armor..." Amy lay face down on the bed and complained in a dull voice, "It's basically because the director was scolded by me a few days ago and took the opportunity to retaliate. My mother also refuses to stand up for me..."

Citing her physical fatigue and unwillingness to move as an excuse, Amy asked me to go to the bedroom in Room 101 to stay with her several times. She even made excessive demands that I hold her to sleep, which almost made me have a heart attack.

So if you stay with your dad, you will be less likely to get nervous.

"Xiaolin, your illness has been cured." Dad was very happy that I could go home, and when he asked questions, his eyes unconsciously glanced at my pants.

After listening to Dr. Yu's words, you still thought that my illness was impotence. Please don't worry, father.

I made a few perfunctory words to let my father know that there was no serious health problem with me, and finally made him stop mentioning that matter.

"By the way, Xiaolin, that Su Dongpo you said two days ago that you wanted to invest in the online store..."

"It's Shu Dongbo, dad, I usually call him 'Uncle Fireball'."

"Hey, I remember, didn't Uncle Fireball, the ID, buy a lot of things from our online store, and often the same style of sexy lingerie, 3 or 4 pieces at a time..."

In fact, I only bought one piece. Buying 3 or 4 pieces was the secret code of both parties, which meant to let the "model lady" wear this underwear, make it into original underwear, and sell it at 3 or 4 times the original price. .

"Well... Dad, we are in business. It doesn't matter what other people do when they buy underwear. Uncle Huoqiu must be a customer and thinks that our online store has a good reputation, so he wants to invest in it and run it together."

How ironic, Uncle Huoqiu was deceived by the transvestite's original underwear, so he wanted to make the "Happy Valley Abnormal Supplies Store" bigger and stronger, so that the transvestite's bad products would be everywhere in the world, and then take revenge on society.

"Anyway, the customer service number of 'Nanguo Hongdou' is still in the hands of Uncle Huoqiu. He only needs to contact customers and make one-stop orders and deliveries. Dad, you just need to collect the money."

"Xiao Lin, I remember that you lent the customer service number of 'Nanguo Hongdou' to a classmate who wanted to learn how to operate an online store. Why did it fall into the hands of Uncle Huoqiu again?"

"Because Uncle Fireball happens to be the uncle of that classmate of mine. What's the point of not giving up a customer service account? Don't we still have three customer service accounts for 'Donkey Kong', 'Mario', and 'Lilac Vanilla'?"

Dad scratched his scalp, "That's true, but I always feel like you guys are selling some weird stuff behind my back..."

"Is there anything strange?" I was unsure, but I insisted, "Uncle Fireball Shu Dongbo..."

"Wait a minute." Dad suddenly remembered something, "Uncle Huoqiu, his surname is 'Shu', and he is the uncle of one of your classmates. Isn't it the only class president Shu Sha in your class with the surname 'Shu'?"

"Could it be...could it be that the former classmate who wanted to learn online store management was your class monitor, and you actually asked a girl to help us run an adult products store."

"Looking at the seriousness on your squad leader's face, she criticized me during a home visit because I asked you to participate in the operation of our online store...how come she also joined the operation of our online store?"

As the speculation deepened, my father's voice gradually trembled.

"Xiaolin, aren't you trying to coerce me? Those photos of models on our online store page, you said they were free materials found on the Internet and were photoshopped by software experts..."
Chapter completed!