Super Magic Surgery System

Chen Qun casually walked over. He held the man's arm with one hand and took the carbon pen in his hand with the other. His movements were smooth and smooth, as if he had been directing the pen countless times.    

Everyone saw it clearly. The moment Chen Qun reached his hand to the pen tube, the topless young man subconsciously resisted. His palm seemed to tighten, but the moment he exerted force, the tightly clenched palm stretched out again, as if he could no longer exert any strength.    

Everyone was a doctor. Even if they did not see it clearly, they knew that the patient's arm lost the strength to resist. Just the other hand of Chen Qun casually pinched the back of his elbow, making the other party completely lose the possibility of resisting.    

Many people knew this kind of technique. This was because this method was taught to them by a bald big shot. However, to be able to use it so casually without any trace of smoke or smoke, even a big shot who had become stronger would not be able to do it.    

The best Surgery Doctor was also a top tier assassin. Because he was familiar with the human body's structure and knew every part of the body's functions like the back of his hand, he naturally knew how to harm a person. However, if he could control his strength at such a perfect time, then he must have learned some special techniques.    

However, whether it was modern or ancient times, this technique could be called the "Splitting Tendon and Bone Cutting Hand" in Wuxia novels. It was among the superior martial arts types such as "Orchids Acupoint Whistling Hand. "    

It was a pity that this fellow did not live in ancient times. Otherwise, he would have been more famous and would have been a legendary hero.    

The young lady looked at Chen Qun with a smile. She recalled the last time he fought with seven or eight big men. In almost an instant, the whole situation was under her control, making everyone lose the ability to fight again. Before her bodyguards came, he had already finished fighting. This gave people a sense of security.    

At that time, she knew that she was going to marry this guy. She wouldn't regret it in the future. Now it seemed like. . . This was the best decision she had ever made in her life.    

The Eldest Miss was lost in thought for a moment, and didn't pay any attention to what was going to happen next.    

The young man with obsessive-compulsive disorder raised his head and was about to fly into a rage. But for some reason, or perhaps it was a strong sixth sense. . . Or perhaps he had sensed the brainwaves of the mentally ill people. In an instant, he felt a sharp but strong pressure that was as tall as a mountain. The young doctor, Wen Jing, rushed over. He was so scared that he even forgot to be nervous. He felt as if his entire body was exposed in front of Doctor Wen Xiu, and he could see it with a single glance.    

When he heard Chen Qun's question marks, he almost subconsciously gave the answer.    

"My name is Wang Kai, I am not a mental patient!"    

"We know that you are suffering from hyperplasia or forced writing. Only by writing can you feel that life is meaningful? Isn't that right? I just took a look at the words on your body and I have to admit that they are very elegant and concise, enough to beat up many so-called writers and poet. May I ask what you are writing? "    

"An essay poem. I am writing an essay poem about the rainy day. Because I suddenly remembered that my family's notebook and all the pen and paper were confiscated, I wrote it on my body, afraid that I would forget it!"    

Chen Qun saw that he did not seem to have any patients, so he knew that he could stand here and talk to this mental patient. At least dozens of charm points on him worked. Even if it was an enemy. . . Chen Qun could not help but answer some of his questions. In addition, he had also used a small trick to secretly learn the words of a certain vampire hypnotist. He was not afraid that this fellow would not answer his questions.    

Upon hearing this answer, his interest was immediately piqued. He directly sat at the head of his bed and stared fixedly at this fellow, continuing to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.    

"Then why did your family keep your pen and paper and not let you write?"    

"Because there were two websites prepared to buy off my writing, I didn't agree, so there was a conflict of interest with my family. So my family made me calm down. Is life more important, or is it more important to have an ideal?"    

"Wait, why did you refuse to buy out?"    

"Because the price they gave me was an insult to my personality. Last time, I agreed to not increase the price, but now I'm buying it in other ways. I don't agree. My family thinks that I should be a writing machine and earn money for them. As for my dream, an obsessive-compulsive writer, who cares!"    

Huang Haitao also slightly understood these online literature and could not help but interject and ask.    

"Then what is your monthly income?"    

"Seven or eight thousand a month. Since I can feed myself, I naturally have the qualifications to pursue my dreams. My family has no right to interfere! "    

Regarding this answer, Chen Qun immediately smiled brightly.    

"But it's a fact that you have epilepsy, plus obsessive-compulsive disorder, so they have certain rights to intervene. But these problems have nothing to do with us doctors, and we can't interfere. The only thing we can interfere with right now is to know what kind of problems you have. Have you done an MRI and brain CT before?"    

"I did it when I graduated from college, but I didn't find any symptoms. The hospital always let me take drugs to control myself. But if I take drugs, it will cause me to have no inspiration. . . So in order to survive, I must stop those drugs! I must survive. . . Only when I have money can I discuss the problem of treating my illness. I can't possibly treat my illness in the hospital without money, right?"    

Chen Qun rubbed his nose and helplessly spread out his hands, agreeing with what he said.    

"What you said makes sense. We can only be left speechless. But with your income, it should be okay to check first, right?"    

"No, I don't trust you. Who knows you are? Not someone like Professor Yang, who deliberately disgusted people and cheated money! "    

Regarding this question, everyone revealed a helpless smile from the corner of their mouths. The person standing in front of them was really a genuine Psychiatry Doctor. Could this be the connection between a patient and a friend? Sure enough, for a mentally ill patient, as long as their eyes were not fixed, they would be enemies.    

As the leader, Huang Haitao knew it was time for him to show off his presence. He directly took the tablet of an assistant beside him and handed it over, expressing his identity in a domineering manner.    

"You should be a local. You should know the reputation of Xiangyun Hospital, right? You will immediately go to the website of Xiangyun Hospital. On the first page. Let's see if we can find the identities and backgrounds of the few people in front of us. This is up to you to decide. It is better than us blowing our own horn. If you don't believe us, you can also go outside to see our signboard. Confirm where it is. "    

The young man took a look at his surroundings and didn't say anything. He took the tablet from Huang Haitao and quickly logged onto the official website of Xiangyun Hospital. On the front page, he saw a familiar big bald head. He was the dean of the new district of Xiangyun Hospital, Academician Huang Haitao. On the academician ranking, he saw another familiar figure. It was the few beautiful girls beside him who were also introduced. They were all the core forces of Xiangyun Hospital.    

"Alright, I believe you all!"