Chapter 589

Li Nanfang regretted being carried on the stretcher by medical staff.

I regret not to make such a fool of old song.

He is not in a good mood. What about the old song Mao?

Seeing that his hand suddenly drooped from the carriage, Lao song was shocked and slammed on the brake. It was quite normal. Li Nan Nan didn't really need to take advantage of the situation to fall off the car and try to blackmail others.

Is it easy for the old song dynasty to send dishes from morning to night?

How black is the heart of those who try to blackmail him?

However, Li Nanfang regretted that it was too late and had been pushed into the elevator. If he got up from the stretcher and said it was ok with a smile, if he wanted to make a joke with others, it was estimated that old song would punch him in the face.

Li Nanfang in the heart of the situation, generally will not dodge, that may be beaten into panda eyes.

How shameless is the man who becomes a panda eye walking on the street.

For the sake of man's face, Li Nanfang has to continue to pretend to be rescued by the doctor, and then wake up leisurely, which is much more reasonable.

As for the amount of medical expenses involved in the old song dynasty, it was just a problem that could be solved with money.

The problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Although Li Nanfang is almost penniless now, he may become rich with only one phone call.

After making up his mind and making up for the old song dynasty, Li Nanfang was much more calm, lying flat on the stretcher with his eyes closed, feeling incomparably calm and tired.

Ah, they were faked by the police last night. They were really sleepy. Under the close care of the medical staff, a good sleep is also a good treatment.

If you are lucky, you may encounter a beautiful doctor who has tested Li NanFang's cardiac arrest, and may give artificial respiration.

Let oneself be in the state of suspended animation, for ordinary people, the difficulty is certainly not general big.

But for Li Nanfang, who has black dragon body, it is as difficult as ordinary people.

But he was sure that he could make his heart beat from time to time, especially slowly.

Thanks to Aunt Xue's stinky mother, she forced Li Nanfang to practice yoga. She said that there was a magic skill of feigning death in yoga, which is known to martial arts fans as guixida and Dharma. It's a pity that she didn't do it when she was older. So I hope Li Nanan can realize her dream when she was young.

Under the torture of Xue Xinghan, Li NanFang's fake death skill failed to be practiced. Instead, he became a arrhythmia. The only thing to be gratified is that he can control his own heartbeat at will.

I didn't have a chance to use it before. Now it comes in.

This may be what the common people often say, art is not pressure on the body?

When Li Nanfang just thought of this place, he was startled by the harsh sound of the plate falling on the ground. He almost stopped beating his heart out of rhythm. It was really unpleasant to go to the underworld to taste what is really regret.

Who is so ungrateful, in the emergency room that needs absolute silence, making such a big noise that I almost get mad?

Discontented in the heart, Li Nanfang secretly opened his eyes and looked at the man who knocked the plate off the table.

She was a woman doctor.

Because she was wearing a hat, a mask and a white coat, she could not see her appearance and figure, but could see her eyes.

Very coquettish eyes ah, so water Lingling, including the deep feelings that let the buddies throb, it seems that some familiar, like, like, who came?

Look at my memory. It's getting worse and worse.

Alas, no matter who she is, with this pair of eyes, friends are also willing to be tossed by her.

Come on, cam. Screw me up.

Squeeze my heart with those little hands in your glove.

Use your little red mouth under your mask to do artificial respiration for me.

Li Nanfang, whose mind was quite dirty, prayed in secret, closed his eyes again and concentrated on feigning death.

"Dr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Looking back, he saw Jiang quietly leaning on the table. After his delicate body trembled slightly, director Yan moved in his heart and asked in a low voice.

Jiang was silent and did not hear.

No, she didn't hear director Yan at all.

Now all her attention is focused on the man in the stretcher.

It's him.

How could it be him?

What's wrong with him?

Oh, there was an accident.

Dead?

Pushing aside director Yan, who came to ask him in a low voice again, Jiang Mo ran raised his hand and took off the mask on his face. He walked to the stretcher like a dejected man. Before he opened his mouth, he could not say a word. The crystal tears ran down his eyes and fell on Li Nan Nan Nan's face.

Seeing that Dr. Jiang violated the working rules of the emergency room, he suddenly took off his mask and walked up to the victim of the accident. After tears were shed, director Yan and other medical staff suddenly thought of something.Dr. Jiang's high heels.

Dr. Jiang, who has just come to Jinghua hospital for a few months, has successfully joined the ranks of several major hospital flowers with her excellent professional ability and gentle and kind personality. All these are bullshit.

In Jinghua hospital, there are many female doctors and professors with better professional ability than her, and they are gentle enough to be unnecessary. However, they have not become hospital flowers. The most important thing is that they do not have the charming and charming appearance of Dr. Jiang.

Dr. Jiang is definitely the most low-key one among several courtyards. She only has a close friend like director Yan, without any wild butterflies. She has a pair of high-heeled shoes that she has never worn.

It is said that when Dr. Jiang waited for her lover, she would put on her black and red high heels to show the world her incomparable charm as a young woman.

Who is her favorite?

Director Yan, those gossip youth, are struggling to find the answer.

Now, they see the answer.

The answer is this one lying on a stretcher. It's hard.

If it wasn't for him, how could Dr. Jiang, who has always remained absolutely calm and rational in his work, make such a low-level mistake as touching the tray, take off his mask, and shed tears at the bitter pressure?

Suddenly, director Yan thought of two lines of poetry, the moon pearl in the sea has tears, and the blue field is warm and the jade gives birth to smoke.

It's a pity that Jiang Muran, who deserves these two poems, is not what director Yan can get his fingers at, but the goods. When director Yan thought of this place, other medical staff also figured out the taste and looked at Li Nanfang.

"Lee, South."

Jiang Muran's lips trembled, and finally he said Li NanFang's name.

Jiang Muran's voice was as fine as a mosquito's whimper and trembling. Director Yan and others couldn't hear it. But Mr. Li, who had a keen sense of hearing, could hear it. In a moment of amazement, he suddenly fell asleep. I said how could I look at these eyes? It turned out that it was Lao Tzu's friendship.

Just, even if our lover relationship is quite iron, it seems that there is no emotion, right?

I and you, is not the physiological needs of red fruit?

The physical need is not love.

Not love, then you see me, how can you be so excited, all over the dead husband's sadness?

Don't you really fall in love with me unconsciously?

Dr. Jiang, please don't be so bloody, OK?

There are enough women around my friend. I really don't want to have another one for you.

You are so charming and charming. How could you not be eaten in the environment of Jinghua hospital?

Well, it seems very unscientific.

Li Nanfang sighed in his heart and thought, really scientific, I must kill that wolf, you dare to touch my woman, it is absolutely impatient to live.

He wanted to open his eyes and ask these questions.

However, the medical staff around were standing there like wooden posts. Li Nanfang was a little embarrassed and had to continue to pretend to be dead.

"Li Nanfang, what's the matter with you?"

Jiang Mo ran reached out to touch Li NanFang's face. Director Yan said, "doctor Jiang, let's first rescue the patient."

After seeing the man who thinks of him day and night, Jiang's heart is in a state of confusion, and she suddenly loses her mind. In a word, she completely forgets that she is a doctor. This is the emergency room. Li Nanfang is a patient who needs to be rescued. She just wants to touch his small face and ask him what's wrong with him.

After being reminded by director Yan, Jiang Mo ran suddenly woke up. When he straightened up his waist, he had already wiped away the tears on his face with his backhand. In a deep voice, he ordered several medical staff to immediately lift Li Nanfang onto the operating table.

To say that Jiang Mo Ran's psychological quality is still very strong, once he suppressed Li Nanan's fear that he might die, he immediately recovered his calm.

Her official position in the hospital is not as big as director Yan, but she is the chief doctor on duty in the third surgical room. According to the hospital rules, the medical staff on duty in the emergency room tonight should obey her instructions.

So without consulting director Yan, several nurses lifted Li Nanfang from the stretcher car and put it on the operating table.

"Scissors."

Once Jiang Muran enters the working state, his mind will not be disturbed by personal feelings. Everything follows the standard process of rescuing the accident patients. After checking Li NanFang's head for no trauma, he immediately asks his assistant for scissors.

If you want scissors, you need to cut Li NanFang's clothes.

It's normal for a car accident victim to have broken bones and broken tendons after being hit by a car or being run over by a wheel.

When he is carried to the operating table, the surgeon will not take off his clothes. He will only cut his clothes with scissors, so that he does not have to lift his arms and legs to avoid secondary injury.

Click, click, stab.

Listening to the sound of scissors cutting clothes, Li Nanfang was almost bleeding.

Pretending to be forced to pay a heavy price.

The clothes on the surface look insignificant, but he LAN Xiaoxin bought him handicrafts, not tens of thousands, is not to wear them.Although in the old song dynasty, in order to make it more realistic, Li Nanfang once fell on the ground full of sewage. At that time, in the short circuit of his mind, he did not realize how valuable his clothes were.

Otherwise, he would have risked damaging tens of thousands of clothes to blackmail a hundred yuan for breakfast.

Fortunately, because of Li NanFang's extremely professional porcelain bumping technology, when he fell down, he didn't let the road rub his clothes. It was just dirty. After washing, he could continue to wear them.

Can be cut by scissors?

Do you want to find a tailor again?

It's forced. It's quite a loss.

Oh.

When Li Nanfang sighed in his heart, Jiang Muran's small hand swam gently under his chest and ribs.

Although it is wearing gloves, but still can feel soft and boneless comfort.

This is to check if he has obvious fracture.

Don't touch it. If you touch it again, I will react.

Jiang Mo ran carefully examined Li Nanfang, naturally thought of those days with her latex paint, there should be a man's physiological reaction, this is also very normal.

Just as Li Nanfang was about to raise his head, his little hand finally left.

When he was relieved, his little hand picked up his belt again.

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