Chapter 292 If You Don’t Write It, I Will Write It For You
Zhou Ran was not in a hurry to speak, he first took a deep look at Qin Luo, sighed a long time, and then said: "It's fine if you don't want to."
Everyone felt a little more comfortable.
But in the next second, they were completely petrified.
Zhou Ran said slowly, "If you don't want to write, then let me write for you."
"But in that case, I need to be in the second position."
"..."
Zhuang Rui's legs trembled violently, almost falling to the ground.
What is this Nima?Nanny service?Qin Luo didn't want to write it all the time, but Zhou Ran kept pushing forward, even helping Qin Luo write it.
And the signature is still the second work!My God, the drafter, definitely has the strength to be ranked as the first work.
Zhuang Rui couldn't figure it out, how much shit did Qin Luo step on to get Zhou Ran's nanny-style care?
Should I also step on shit?Zhuang Rui thought to himself.
"This is so embarrassing." Qin Luo smiled, and said shyly: "Why don't Director Zhou arrange the first job, and I will be enough for the second job."
"..."
Guigui, what the hell are you so shy about?Shouldn't it be humbly rejected at this time?
Facing the shy Qin Luo, everyone was speechless again.
As a human being, you can't be so shameless!
"...It's okay, this is your innovation, how can I steal your first position." Zhou Ran said with a smile: "This matter is settled like this."
Ok, deal?Hehehe... Zhuang Rui suddenly wanted to hit the wall.
"Thank you, Director Zhou." Qin Luo smiled slightly, looking at the wailing wounded on the hospital bed: "Let's start saving people."
Zhou Ran's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Save people, save people, hahaha."
Then the entire emergency department of Beishan People's Hospital was completely reduced to Qin Luo's stage.
With a needle and thread in his hand, he walked among the wounded. Whenever a doctor tried to suture, he would hear Qin Luo sternly shout: "Put him down and let me do it!"
For a moment, the ward was filled with thick malice.
Debridement, suturing, Qin Luo is like a tireless suturing machine, almost every 2 minutes a patient is sutured.
One, two, five, ten...
In the blink of an eye, ten patients had been sutured.
This scene directly stunned everyone.
Soon, Qin Luo's treatment was coming to an end, and there was no patient suitable for him to suture in such a big Beishan doctor.
However, Qin Luo didn't have too many regrets.
The remaining patients who need surgery are beyond Qin Luo's scope.
Besides, Qin Luo has been handsome for many years, and he has no interest in being handsome.
He graciously gave up the remaining opportunities to others.
"Doctor Qin, thank you, you are so handsome." On the hospital bed, a girl with a similar age to Qin Luo and a handsome appearance stared at Qin Luo without blinking her big eyes.
"Little sister, you are very honest." Qin Luo raised his handsome face, squinted his eyes and smiled, "I have been handsome for many years."
"..."
Everyone's legs softened and they knelt down on the ground.
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Taking off the doctor's coat, Qin Luo stood behind the hospital door with his ears twisted.
Behind him, a group of nurses and sisters were whispering. Judging from the corners of their beating eyes, Qin Luo was sure that they must be smiling happily.
It's over, it's over, the glorious image that I managed to create is gone.