Su He saved surgery fees for suturing Dong Yong's wounds, and several intern doctors also learned suturing skills through observation, making everyone happy.
However, Dong Yong didn't seem to quite believe it. Before he took a dump, he felt that Su He had "sutured" something in him.
When he came out of the toilet, Su He was eating grapes again. Dong Yong looked at Su He in surprise and asked doubtfully: "Is everything you just said true?"
Just now, in front of everyone, Su He had said that he graduated from a medical university. When the anesthetist asked which university, he said that he would keep it confidential so as not to embarrass his alma mater.
Su He shook his head.
"You scared me. I almost thought you really graduated from a medical university. If I hadn't seen your vocational high school diploma... How could you, someone who majored in excavator operation, know how to suture wounds?"
Dong Yong snatched the grapes from Su He's hand. The fruits that Ma Mingzhe bought were almost finished by Su He.
Su He used Dong Yong's face towel to wipe his hands. He said indifferently: "Before learning to operate excavators, I studied fashion design for more than two months. With your little wound, if I had a sewing machine, I could have fixed it easily with one step on the pedal. There was no need to go through so much trouble..."
Dong Yong was dumbfounded. He roared at Su He: "You bastard! You studied the sewing machine for a few days and you dared to mess with my asshole. How could that be the same!"
Seeing Dong Yong gradually losing his mind, Su He got up, grabbed a handful of jujubes and put them in his pocket, then went back to his own ward.
The young nurses pointed and whispered behind his back all the way.
Alas, being so handsome is also a burden.
Su He had just lain on the bed when Liu Wen came in carrying lunch and a fruit basket.
"Su He, are you feeling better today? Get up and eat. I got some random stuff from the cafeteria. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Liu Wen put the fruit basket on the cabinet before looking at Su He. She suddenly froze as she realized Su He looked much more handsome overnight than the last time she saw him.
"Officer Liu, you are too kind. I'm fine now. I can be discharged. You don't need to bring me meals every day. There is a cafeteria downstairs... And you bought so much fruit, which must have cost a lot. I don't like eating fruit that much, so why don't you return it?"
Su He tried to help set up the table but was rejected by Liu Wen. She said, "Don't worry about it. We have lunch breaks to come to see you. The fruit basket wasn't bought by me. It was brought by a Jinan TV reporter who asked me to deliver it..."
"Reporter?" Su He asked doubtfully.
Liu Wen scratched her head awkwardly and said, "She is a good friend of mine. When she heard that I hit you, she insisted that I persuade you to participate in a show."
Seeing Su He silent, Liu Wen added: "If it's inconvenient for you, just forget it. Keep the fruit as my gift."
It wasn't that Su He didn't speak, but two options had appeared in front of him again.
[Option 1: Agree to record the show for Jinan TV. Reward for completion: Advanced grappling martial arts]
[Option 2: Refuse the invitation. Reward for completion: Exquisite fruit basket]
Looking at the fruit basket on the bedside table, Su He didn't even have the heart to refuse. The system had made it clear that it wanted him to agree to record the show.
"What time is it?" Su He asked.
Liu Wen's face lit up with joy. She danced with excitement, contrasting sharply with her previous serious police image. She took out her phone and said, "Wait, let me ask her first. You don't know, these two days she kept pestering me and almost drove me crazy."
"Tomorrow at 3 pm. It happens that you'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. She'll come to pick you up then... Let's add each other on WeChat first. I'll introduce you to her so she can add you."
Su He added Liu Wen on WeChat. Within a minute, someone added him. The profile picture was an anime girl, with an English nickname he couldn't understand.
Liu Wen had to go back to work in the afternoon. Su He compared all kinds of grappling techniques and skills in the ward. They were deeply ingrained in his body. He was confident that he could take on three burly men alone!
Su He had been excited all afternoon. The old man in the next bed, who had just undergone surgery, couldn't fall asleep lying in bed. As dinner time approached, he couldn't help asking: "Young man, which circus do you belong to?"
...
The next day at noon, Liu Wen helped Su He complete the discharge procedures. Then she transferred 1,000 RMB to him for lost wages plus various other fees. Su He declined several times but failed to decline it. He could only lament at having met a good person.
Dong Yong was also discharged. Ma Mingzhe handled his discharge procedures. Pan Zhigang rode an electric scooter to pick up Su He.
At the hospital entrance, Ma Mingzhe's car had Dong Yong sitting in it. Pan Zhigang craned his neck to look inside and said, "Here comes Su He."
Liu Wen came out carrying bags of stuff while Su He was empty-handed.
"Officer Liu, let me introduce you. They are all my friends, Mr. Ma, Ma Mingzhe, Gangzi, Pan Zhigang, Brother Dong, Dong Yong... This is the police officer from the Public Security Bureau, Liu Wen."
Pan Zhigang hurriedly got off his bike to take things from Liu Wen's hands. He grinned foolishly at Su He.
"Nice to meet you all. Thank you for your contribution to this city. On behalf of the Jinnan Public Security Bureau, I salute you!"
Liu Wen resumed her heroic aura as a police officer. She even shook hands with the three of them individually.
The three kept grinning foolishly, not even daring to speak.
"Alright, you guys go back first!" Su He saw a BMW parked across the road. A woman was waving vigorously towards this side.
"Aren't you coming with us?"
The three were taken aback.
"I still have something to do. I'll be back tonight." After saying that, Liu Wen walked away with Su He. Liu Wen opened the car door for Su He and he got in.
The BMW gradually drove away. The three sat silently on the electric scooter.
After a while, Dong Yong spoke first: "Su He's lower bunk is mine now."
Ma Mingzhe and Pan Zhigang looked at each other and cursed in unison: "Bastard!"
They had agreed to suffer together, but he took a rich woman halfway.
"Su He just has a bad stomach. We should understand him."
"The life of a delivery man is too hard. He had no choice but to take a shortcut."
As Dong Yong spoke, his eyes were almost filled with tears.
Pan Zhigang looked at Dong Yong: "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying. There's too much wind and sand got in my eyes... Why are you guys crying too?"
"Too much wind. Sand got in our eyes..."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
