I had been planning the National Day trip for half a year, but was interrupted by a call from my husband, a surgeon: "Sorry, there is an emergency flying knife surgery in the field, and I am called upon to perform the surgery." But it was not until the afternoon that a little sister in the nurse group secretly sent me a video. In the video, as a medical expert, he was not in the operating room, but in a dirty pig farm, delivering a sow with dystocia with his hands covered in blood. The accompanying text: "Witnesses of the miracle of life, regardless of species." The little sister said: "It's the hometown of Xiaolu, who interned with him..." I laughed angrily and commented: "Professional counterpart, skilled in techniques." Almost the next second, his phone was smashed. He came and said angrily: "What do you mean? Do you have to make Xiaolu unable to stay in the hospital?!" "Zhu Lan, I advise you to delete the comment quickly, otherwise you will never think that I will listen to you and perform surgeries in the future!" I was so disgusted that I vomited, so I hung up the phone. This November, I think I will have to move to another place for surgery. Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to remove the marital tumor.
