Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  "Of course, if you don't even know what anesthesia to use now, then just step down. The procedure for this kind of anesthesia is clearly written in the book, let alone you not knowing it." Yang Zongbao only felt that the problem was serious at this time, Zhou Yi's kid wouldn't really not know, would he? This was a matter of life and death, he wasn't Guan Gong, scraping bones to cure poison was absolutely out of the question. This was no joke, if the anesthesia wasn't administered properly, it could really lead to his own demise.

  “……”

  Zhou Yi's silence left Yang Zongbao stunned. This... this... isn't he trying to get himself killed?

  Zhou Yi looked at Yang Zongbao's cracked expression and felt secretly pleased in his heart, but he really didn't know what to do.

  "Go get me 2 ampoules of lidocaine and 2 ampoules of bupivacaine first." Yang Zongbao took a step back, this kind of thing can't be joked about.

  "Oh." With a triumphant attitude, Zhou Yi went to draw medicine with a good mood.

  "Oh no."

  Zhou Yi shouted.

  Yang Zongbao struggled to sit up from the narrow operating table and saw that her hand had been cut by a glass bottle.

  "Haven't you ever lied before?"

  Nothing.

  "Bring it over." Yang Zongbao felt it was necessary to take responsibility for his own life safety.

  Enduring hand pain, sitting on an operating table, getting injected with medicine.

  "Because the injuries elsewhere are superficial, only the arm needs debridement and suturing, so a brachial plexus block will do. Also, it seems like you haven't had any practice, so I won't let you do general anesthesia."

  Yang Zongbao explained while taking medicine.

  "Look at the time, with my injury, about 6 hours is enough. The effect of lidocaine lasts for 4 hours, and bupivacaine is a bit longer. Combining both, the surgical effect is relatively good. Of course, some doctors may be slower."

  At this time, Zhou Yi felt that Yang Zongbao might really have some skills.

  "Can you knit?"

  Yang Zongbao held the syringe in his hand and hesitated as he looked at Zhou Yi: "Are you sure you can?"

  "Alright, but didn't you say I'm in charge of this anesthesia room?" Zhou Yi said provocatively.

  "Alright." Yang Zongbao obediently lay down.

  "But I'm afraid of blood."

  Zhou Yi's words almost made Yang Zongbao jump up.

  Snatched a syringe. Positioned it on her neck and injected herself. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

  "Just now I anesthetized my own arm nerve, this time I'll do it, next time you do it yourself."

  “……”

  Zhou Yi looked at his empty hands, he was just joking, how could a doctor who faints at the sight of blood be justified? But Yang Zongbao's movements were quick enough, 2 minutes and everything was done, Zhou Yi didn't even have time to make a joke.

  The next operation was nothing new, very dull, and the sound of the monitor and the soothing music were no different. Zhou Yi nodded frequently, Yang Zongbao couldn't bear it anymore, found something nearby that he could find and threw it at Zhou Yi.

  "Go get some coffee."

  Zhou Yi's forehead was smashed, and when he woke up and took a look, he was frightened. A surgical knife!

  His head suddenly cleared up. This is a deadly hidden weapon! It was thrown over like this, and he didn't even break out in a cold sweat.

  "You you you..."

  Zhou Yi was somewhat incoherent and didn't dare believe that Yang Zongbao had openly committed murder.

  "What's wrong with me? Pull yourself together, or I'll give you a failing grade." No wonder Yang Zongbao was in such a bad mood. The anesthetic he gave himself was barely effective, and the direction wasn't well controlled. Now some places were numb while others weren't, and it hurt.

  Zhou Yi also knew that he had gone a bit too far this time. If his brother hadn't insisted on him coming over for night shift practice, he wouldn't have ended up in this predicament. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear it, pacing back and forth in the operating room, trying to muster up some energy.

  It's possible that Zhou Yi himself didn't even realize it, but in a subtle way, he seemed to be afraid of Yang Zongbao, and what he said, he did.

  After the operation, Yang Zongbao sat up by himself. Except for a numb arm, there was nothing else wrong with him. The ribcage had been bandaged tightly and wasn't a big deal except for the pain. He wouldn't be able to go to class tomorrow, so he planned to ask the director for a leave of absence and rest in his dormitory. Originally, he needed to stay in the hospital, but thanks to the doctor's favor, Yang Zongbao was able to get away with it like this.

  Yang Zongbao didn't go to see how Bao Guo was doing, that guy is like a cockroach that can't be trampled to death, his vitality is strong. Besides, between brothers, we don't play these fake tricks. What's there to worry about? Can't eat or sleep? These problems don't exist in Yang Zongbao's dictionary. What are brothers for? It's when the other side suffers a loss, and you take care of yourself to find an opportunity to get revenge. You have to say that deep down, Yang Zongbao still has some rascal tendencies.

  Zhou Yi was naturally treated as a laborer and was responsible for sending Yang Zongbao back to his dormitory.

  Walk very slowly. Because chest hurts.

  Walking to a certain red-light district, Yang Zongbao pointed at the "Dupo" bar and said: "I was beaten up there."

  "Hmm." Zhou Yi thought to himself, "You're wearing a tracksuit like that, it's strange if you don't get beaten up."

  "Do you want to go in and get beaten up?"

  "Nerve."

  "You guessed it. Ah yo."

  Yang Zongbao smiled and said, moving his wound.

  "With your moral character, how dare you hit me yesterday? Is it worth it? Now I'm leaving the hospital, I don't want to die!" Zhou Yi felt that his distance with Yang Zongbao had shortened, and he spoke more easily.

  "What kind of place is the hospital? They swallow people without spitting out bones, and my grandfather has only 5,000 yuan in his pocket, which is just enough for a semester's living expenses. If I go to the hospital, it will be gone in two days, what can I eat then?" Yang Zongbao said with great reason, but unexpectedly, when it reached Zhou Yi's ears, it became a different tune.

  Yang Zongbao's family is extremely poor, and with his performance today, he looks like a miserable student.

  Hesitating for half a day, Zhou Yi finally spoke up and asked: "Don't you have any money?"

  Yang Zongbao thought for a moment and said, "No."

  “……”

  Zhou Yi is not a spoiled rich second generation, but a born inferiority complex that urgently wants to show himself in front of people, and there is still a soft spot in his heart.

  The two men remained silent all the way until Yang Zongbao was sent back to his dormitory, and Zhou Yi finally let out a sigh of relief. The sky had already brightened, so Zhou Yi could only return to his own dormitory to take a nap first.

  Feng Yuxiang unexpectedly got up to read a book. When he saw Zhou Yipin enter, he quickly put the book away, as if it was something that couldn't be seen by others.

  The graduate dormitory is not comparable to the doctoral apartment, which is a 4-person room. Although it's also a four-person room, but the graduate students live in the same room with four people. However, Zhou Yi's dormitory has always been occupied by only two people. Usually, Zhou Yi rarely stays at school, so basically Feng Yuxiang enjoys the whole dormitory alone.

  Usually didn't feel it, but today seeing Feng Yuxiang's little action, Zhou Yi suddenly felt that Feng Yuxiang was extremely hypocritical, far less genuine than Yang Zongbao.

  "How did you get here?"

  Feng Yuxiang's words changed meaning in Zhou Yi's ears, and it seemed like he was an unwelcome guest. Feeling very annoyed, he casually agreed and then went to bed, pulling the quilt over his head and pretending to sleep.

  Feng Yuxiang didn't know what was wrong with Zhou Yi, he couldn't bear to read books in the dormitory anymore, so he decided to go outside and exercise his body by running long distances. For a long time, he had been cultivating an image of being a weird genius, now every day some female students from the medical department or other departments would wait for him on the playground to give him towels and breakfast. Thinking of this, Feng Yuxiang quickened his pace and went out.

  After Feng Yuxiang left, Zhou Yi finally poked his head out from under the quilt. His mind was a jumble of thoughts about Yang Zongbao's affairs, and then he remembered the "Dupo" bar that Yang Zongbao had mentioned, and suddenly wanted to find someone to smash it up.

  "He's crazy." Zhou Yi cursed silently, unable to sleep, and simply got up to play DOTA.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  As soon as Yang Zongbao entered the dormitory door, he heard the ear-piercing shout of pseudo-female Zhang Lanfeng.

  "Want to hear about being beaten up or beating someone up?" Yang Zongbao couldn't take the high-decibel noise, and as soon as he entered the door, he collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily. A circle of cold sweat on his forehead - it hurt so much.

  "Is your rib injured?" No wonder he's a top student in orthopedics, he spotted the problem at a glance.

  "Ah, pour me a glass of water."

  "You're quite rude." Zhang Lanfeng said with his mouth, but still turned around to pour a cup of water for Yang Zongbao.

  "Thank you."

  "You're injured so badly, why don't you stay in the hospital?" Zhang Lanfeng exclaimed at Yang Zongbao's wound.

  "I'm broke." Yang Zongbao said bluntly.

  "I see."

  "What's wrong?"

  After this, Ma Xiao Jian and Yu Tie Nan both woke up, came out of their own rooms, and saw a shocking scene.

  Yang Zongbao was almost entirely bandaged and paralyzed on the sofa.

  "Brothers, don't ask, it's just about being beaten and beating others." Yang Zongbao explained himself first, so he wouldn't have to explain one by one.

  "You're still so bold? I've misjudged you!" Ma Xiao Jian was like a traveler meeting an old friend, excitedly moving forward, squeezing beside Yang Zong Bao and patting his shoulder.

  "Oh no."

  This body can't withstand the abuse of Ma Xiaojian, this 186 muscular man.

  "Easy, Xiao Jian, can't you see that Xiao Yang is in pain?" Yu Tie Nan brushed aside Ma Xiao Jian's magical hand and said: "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

  "That guy is so poor, really, he's been reduced to this state, isn't it?" Fake daughter Zhang Lanfeng continued in a shrill and nasal tone.

  "Uh-huh."

  Although it was obvious sarcasm, Yang Zongbao accepted it all and even treated others' obvious ridicule as normal questions to be answered. As a result, rational people often thought that Yang Zongbao was illogical beyond help.

  "Ah..." As expected, Zhang Lanfeng's rational thinking was shut down by Yang Zongbao.

  "Alright, stop messing around. Since we're resting in the dorm, let's take turns buying each other a meal as roommates. It's just a small favor." Yu Tie Nan was indeed considerate.

  "I said, are you doing this on purpose? Just in time for the three of us to have a meal together." Zhang Lanfeng indeed still had the fake and nagging nature of an old aunt, immediately joining the new topic.

  "No."

  Absolute awkwardness.

  Yang Zongbao started his worm-like life of not taking baths from that day on, lying in bed every day to recover from his injuries. As for school, Yang Zongbao made a phone call to the lovely counselor, but didn't get any response. He spent his days leisurely reading novels and textbooks.

  "I'm telling you, take a bath for goodness' sake! It's midsummer and you haven't showered in two weeks."

  Yang Zongbao was lying on the bed in a daze when Zhang Lanfeng suddenly gave him a good scolding.

  "It's okay?" Yang Zongbao sniffed his armpits and thought it was still okay: "I can't take a bath, so you'll just have to make do."

  After figuring out the temperaments and habits of several roommates, Yang Zongbao was considered to be good at surviving. So his acceptance of Zhang Lanfeng, this fake girl, was just right.

  "You're getting more and more pretentious." Zhang Lanfeng stomped his foot, becoming even more like a fake girl: "My girlfriend is coming, all of you clean up a bit, don't let her say that I'm living with people who are not decent, it's totally lowering my quality."

  "Girlfriend?" Ma Xiaojian happened to hear this explosive news, and he stuck his head out from the door: "You have a girlfriend?" It's not surprising that Ma Xiaojian was so shocked, as Zhang Lanfeng's effeminate image had been deeply ingrained in people's minds. Who would think that any normal woman would want her boyfriend to be like a woman? Isn't this looking for trouble?