Great doctors start with pediatrics

"what?"

Upon hearing Zhang Lianren's words, Laurent quickly replied, "Sure, of course, I have no problem with that."

"Teacher Zhang, the way you're saying that makes me sound like a medical tyrant, hogging the operating table and refusing to get off."

Laurent was certainly not a medical tyrant, but he was forced into a corner. The ladies in the hospital were so enthusiastic that they all specifically asked for him, and he couldn't very well refuse them.

Some people even let their children bring their phones to add Laurent on WeChat.

The kid came in with his phone and said he wanted to add Laurent as a friend so they could play games together.

The kid's WeChat profile picture is still a Lolita photo.

He didn't even glance at Zhang Lianren or the fat and thin classmates.

So much so that after that surgery, all three of them had liver-colored faces.

Shouldn't doctors earn their living through their skills?

Although their suturing skills were indeed inferior to Laurent's.

Zhang Lianren smiled sheepishly as he recalled the experience.

Laurent didn't care; he was still pondering whether he could call it a cheat code for the system.

We'll have to think about the reward later.

However, triggering the reward is itself a challenge.

Laurent had previously been considering whether to activate rewards by focusing on quality or quantity.

Based on the current calculation of ten people's gratitude triggering the reward, the amount seems to be correct.

Laurent also remembered that the first time he triggered the reward, the prompt was "[Received the extreme gratitude from Zhang Guilan, a patient's family member]".

The current prompt message is: "Received gratitude from ten patients' families."

Not only has the content become shorter, but extreme gratitude and thanks also sound like two completely different states.

Perhaps the truth will be revealed when another patient or their family member expresses extreme gratitude to me.

After a little thought, Laurent had mastered the cleaning procedures for the operating room after two days, and he worked quickly with Zhang Lianren and the other two to clean the operating table.

"Director Zhang, are we really going to be able to stitch it up later?"

The skinny student was still worried and asked while packing.

Zhang Lianren nodded: "I can definitely do this, but there are some special circumstances..."

"It depends on whether you can accept it."

"What's unacceptable? As long as we can get on the operating table, we'll do anything!" the skinny student quickly said.

Soon after, the three of them, along with the circulating nurse and the scrub nurse, cleaned the operating room.

"Don't run away, Niu Niu!"

"Don't run away, Niu Niu!"

The skinny student said, as if in prayer.

The chubby student was also looking down at his phone, making sure that no parents in the WeChat group had booked the next surgery.

Laurent, standing to the side, looked rather awkward.

"You know, I really had no intention of having the surgery, but they were just too enthusiastic."

But no one glanced at Laurent.

The student, regardless of weight, was still praying: "I'd be willing to write medical records for a week, just let me go on stage!"

They were praying with Laurent in the direction they were facing.

Laurent is just like the god of suturing in the operating room.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Hey bro, what are you guys doing here?"

"Do you believe in the Holy Mother Jehovah? Why don't you come and worship here? I have a Jehovah figure sewn inside my clothes."

"Look—"

Turning around, I saw a young man with long pink hair, a lip piercing, and a leather jacket. He pulled open his jacket to show off the design inside: "Yay!"

"Am I handsome, guys?"

"..."

"..."

The fat and thin students remained silent.

Laurent immediately looked at the other person's head.

It had a green glow, but it wasn't particularly vibrant.

Just like the green on the white claw can, it actually looks dull.

However, the absence of red indicates the absence of illness or life-threatening danger.

"Aren't you guys going to tell us? Come on!"

The energetic young man spoke up again.

Zhang Lianren seemed to have been silent for a while, but finally couldn't help but say:

"...Shamate?"

In an instant, the energetic young man turned red.

Laurent quickly replied, "It should be visual kei, yes, visual kei."

"Brother, you know your stuff!" the energetic young man said, tossing his hair.

Laurent didn't want to say anything, but he felt that the young man's thick-soled boots were just short of kicking Zhang Lianren in the face.

As for visual kei, simply put, it's a style of heavy metal music.

The distinctive features of her appearance are: pale white makeup paired with thick black smoky eyeliner, colorful hair mixed with flamboyant clothing.

It was quite influential from the 1980s to the 2000s, and the domestic visual kei movement also followed this aesthetic.

It simply ditched the music and became a purely visual element.

Therefore, there is still a significant difference between "Shamate" and "Visual Kei".

If you look at the pink-haired girl's outfit alone, it does indeed resemble a meticulous visual kei style.

But visual kei is ultimately a music style, not just a fashion statement.

In today's environment, it's more like a form of self-expression for a young man with a strong sense of self.

Laurent had seen similar things on his phone before.

What "Ice Peak Master" of Guanzhong, what "visual style" of Guangdong.

I never expected to meet a real person in real life.

"Wait a moment!"

The thin student finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Teacher Zhang, is this... a sick child?"

Even Laurent fell silent.

Looking at the energetic young man in front of me, who is about 1.78 meters tall, he certainly doesn't look like a child with a disability.

They're more like family members of the sick child.

"Attack!"

The energetic young man spoke up: "I'm only seventeen! What do you mean by that?!"

"this……"

The skinny guy didn't know what to say.

Zhang Lianren coughed twice and said, "If you've ever worked in cardiac surgery, you'd know that as long as someone is under eighteen, they can be treated in the pediatric ward even in special circumstances. They're all considered children, all of them are considered children..."

Turning back to the energetic young man, Zhang Lianren habitually raised his voice: "Alright, baby, you..."

Zhang Lianren paused, then resumed his original voice: "Brother, you should lie down in bed."

"Hey, don't call me baby, I have a baby now."

Zhang Lianren had a headache.

But the energetic young man didn't linger and went to bed.

Compared to children, the young man clearly possesses his own language organization skills.

So Zhang Lianren directly communicated with him: "...Brother, I see that your blood pressure was a bit high before the operation."

"Heh!" the energetic young man exclaimed. "Who wouldn't be nervous about cutting a cow?"

That's a very reasonable statement.

Zhang Lianren conducted a series of preoperative examinations. Apart from his blood pressure being slightly high in the first examination, there were no other abnormalities, and he met the indications for surgery.

"Then why do you want to have the surgery? What kind of result are you hoping for?"

"My baby asked me to do it, didn't he!"

The energetic young man, panting, said, "Wow! She said it would make me look cute and clean after I did it."

For my baby, of course I'd go through surgery, right?

"So you'd better watch this!"

It's still an unbeatable reason.

The energetic young man was still sending messages while holding his phone.

Everyone in the operating room was convinced by this reason.

But Laurent frowned.

"Just now...did the red light in the operating room flash?"