My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

Facing the strong, muscular Lin Bo and the towering Lu Renxin.

In the end, Wang Jingyao, who was the size of a chick, chickened out.

He turned back to stare at the screen, pretending nothing had happened.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Renxin didn't bother to pay him any more attention and continued working on his own.

The fingers tapped the keyboard a little faster.

After completing the doctor's orders, I hurriedly walked through the corridor, went up the stairs, and arrived at the operating room on the fifth floor.

The cold, heavy metal door shut out the noise from the families outside.

After swiping the card to open the door, the smell of disinfectant immediately entered my nostrils.

Lu Renxin struck up a conversation with the auntie with practiced ease:

"Auntie, could you get me a scrub suit? I need an XL."

He frequently went in and out of the operating room, and the aunt had long been familiar with him.

The woman, around fifty years old, whose hair was completely covered by a disposable cap, handed him a key to a storage room before he could finish speaking.

"Look, in the upper corner, your usual cabinet number 52."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Lu Renxin plopped down on the stool and started taking off his shoes.

I tried to rummage through the slipper bin to find a pair of ugly green Crocs that would match.

Meanwhile, the aunt was also rummaging through the clean wardrobe:

"Oh, Xiao Lu, you've come at a really bad time."

"There are no clean clothes left. The dry cleaner just went to the laundry room and it will probably take another half hour."

"Oh, here's another set, but the size isn't quite right. You can wear it for now."

"Oh well."

The surgery is about to begin, and we can't not go in just because we don't have any protective clothing.

If the size doesn't fit, it doesn't matter; it won't have a big impact.

But when he took the clothes from him, he was speechless.

Is it simply a matter of the size not fitting?

The fabric of the clothes was as thin as paper, and the edges of the originally dark green clothes had turned white. Upon closer inspection, two or three holes could be seen.

It looks like beggar's clothes no matter how you look at it. Won't it burst out of shape if I wear it?

Lu Renxin harbored doubts.

He gave a wry smile and asked his aunt:

"Auntie, this... I can't wear it. Do you really not have any other clothes?"

The aunt raised an eyebrow, put her hands on her hips, and said reproachfully:

"The way you're saying that makes it sound like your aunt is lying to you."

"This is really the only set left. Don't let its tattered appearance and small size fool you; it'll definitely fit."

"You can trust me. I've been doing this for so many years. If I say you can wear it, you can wear it. My eyes are my standard."

"Hurry up, the surgery is about to begin."

Lu Renxin had no choice but to give up and took the clothes into the changing room.

Getting into the core area of ​​the operating room is a complicated process.

From the contaminated area to the clean area, and finally to the sterile area.

This is to control the hygiene of the surgical area, reduce mutual interference between different areas, and prevent infection.

The changing room is one of the transfer stations.

Among the layers of metal cabinets, Lu Renxin found number 52, stripped himself naked, and began to put on a scrub suit.

He put on his pants first; luckily he's slim, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to pull them up.

But after putting them on, the trouser legs were still too short, turning them from long trousers into awkward capri pants.

Instantly, his "spirit" attribute was rapidly enhanced.

He felt that the threads at the seams of his trousers were about to fall off, and he couldn't spread his legs wide enough to walk.

Putting on a shirt would be an even bigger disaster.

Lu Renxin reached under the collar of the shirt and pulled it down, and with a little force, he heard a soft "ripping" sound.

Clearly, this garment has undergone too much rough washing and high-temperature disinfection, and the fibers are already extremely fragile.

He searched everywhere for the problem and finally found a crack the size of a child's mouth in his right armpit.

A few tufts of armpit hair can be vaguely seen, which can be described as "the fragrance of armpits".

After finally getting dressed, the top clung tightly to my body, and my belly button was exposed even when I raised my arm slightly.

How can it be so small?

Lu Renxin flipped up the corner of his clothes and found the tag. It clearly said on it: Women's Size L.

I guess I'm dressed as a woman now!

The clothes are so fragile, I hope nothing goes wrong during the surgery!

He comforted himself: It should be... probably... no problem, right?

What a crappy hospital! Couldn't they have bought a few more hand sanitizer uniforms?

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Lu Renxin carefully washed his hands before entering operating room number 6.

He arrived at just the right time; he had barely stood still when he saw the surgeon pushing the patient into the operating room.

When he finally saw the patient lying in the bed, he felt immense pressure.

As the first assistant, his main task is to forcefully pry open the buttocks of the patient who is lying on his side after general anesthesia, so as to fully expose the field of vision to the surgeon.

This is physically demanding work, requiring a high level of strength in the fingers and arms.

Therefore, he is most afraid of encountering two types of patients.

One type is those who are very heavy, with low muscle mass but thick layers of fat, requiring great effort to achieve a miracle.

Another group consists of fitness enthusiasts, especially those who train their glutes.

Fitness enthusiasts, through training, have well-developed and very firm muscles.

Especially for glute exercises, the difficulty increases exponentially.

Lu Renxin has a thick fat layer; he can still try harder.

However, those with high muscle content will be tough and elastic like rubber, and will recover after being stretched.

The patient in front of us was a combination of both, tall and strong.

Judging from his height, he is over 1.9 meters tall and works in the sports industry.

My whole body was lying on the bed, filling the transfer bed like a small mountain.

Damn it, the surgery itself is a huge physical challenge.

As if things weren't bad enough, this outfit is really going to hold up.

Standing next to the patient, anesthesiologist Sister Pei, who appeared even smaller in comparison, conducted her routine preoperative inquiries:

"What's your name?"

"What are your height and weight?"

……

Faced with a series of questions, the patient answered in a muffled voice:

"My name is Wang Xinyu."

"1.95 meters tall and weighs 220 kilograms."

Sister Pei smacked her lips:

"Goodness, with your physique, you need more anesthesia than most people."

As an anesthesiologist, Pei Jie's job is to keep patients in a "sleep state" through medication, so that they do not feel pain or be stimulated.

The dosage should be adjusted promptly as needed to maintain the patient's vital signs.

Most importantly, it's about waking up the "sleeping" patient so they don't fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again.

"Not only that, doctor, I usually have a high alcohol tolerance."

"You need to add more anesthetic. Don't be so stingy, or you won't be able to numb me in the end."

Although he had never experienced general anesthesia, Wang Xinyu's words were full of confidence.

Sister Pei remained very calm. She worked quickly and efficiently, having already established intravenous access for the patient and preparing to put an oxygen mask on him.

"Really? Then let's make a bet. You count down from three to one and see which number you fall asleep on. If you're not asleep by one, I lose."

Wang Xinyu confidently replied, "Great!"

So Sister Pei began administering the medication:

"Take a deep breath——"

"3…………"

There's no sound?

Lu Renxin leaned closer and saw that his upper and lower eyelids were already tightly closed.

I hadn't even made it to "2" before I fell asleep.

Sister Pei casually lifted her scrubs and sat back in the corner:

"Having a high alcohol tolerance is nothing to me."

Lu Renxin and Zhu Haoran both raised their right hands to give a thumbs up:

"Sister Pei—Awesome!"