After dinner, Ling Ran came to the old air-raid shelter behind the school morgue alone.

The air-raid shelter was left in the early years. It was a temporary hospital for a period of time and a temporary morgue for a long time. Later, a new medical building was built, which turned into a corner that no one paid attention to. Even the dogs in love felt that the smell here was bad.

Ling Ran doesn't matter.

When the medical student first started to dissect the corpse, he was so disgusting. After practicing for two years, he could practice with his finger bones and practice turning pens.

Of course, when it's okay, no one comes to the morgue for a walk, especially in the evening.

Ling Ran stood in the center of the quiet air raid shelter and thought that the leader-level Transformers were only seven or eight meters high, and at most ten meters, so the space should be enough.

However, what if the Transformers given by the system are too big?

While thinking, Ling Ran pointed to the "Newbie Gift Pack" in the upper right corner of his eyes with both hands and brains.

"'Master-level butt seam legal' gets it!"

A calm voice sounded in Ling Ran's mind.

At this time, when Ling Ran recalled the "legal joint seams", he thought of countless details.

The distance between the two stitches, the strength when stitching, the choice of sutures, and several ways to tie knots...

"However, it's too stingy to just use one stitch, or a stitch between the stitches." Ling Ran muttered to himself in a very small voice.

"The bonding seam law includes six types, including simple intermittent suture, simple continuous suture, subepider suture, compression suture, cross suture and continuous edge lock suture," the system's explanation is quite mechanical.

Ling Ran said not very satisfied: "No matter how many types there are, it is just a suture method. You have to learn other velocity sutures and tension sutures. Can't you give me a Transformer?"

This time, the system responded a little slowly. After a while, he replied: "No."

“Why?”

“The medical system teaches medical skills without Transformers.”

Ling Ran curled his lips and thought, at least, it doesn’t seem like there is someone sitting behind this system.

If you are a human being, when faced with the question of whether you can give a Transformer, most people will say, "What do you want Transformers to do?"

"What does master level mean?" Ling Ran asked again.

The system sound has no change: "Technical ratings are from low to high to entry, specialization, masters and perfection, masters are the third level of it."

"It means that your novice gift package is so fake bubble stitching?"

"Yes."

"Only stitching?"

"Yes."

"No Transformers?"

"Yes."

Ling Ran frowned and thought, if it weren't for pretending, this stupid system would probably not be able to pass the Turing test (a test to determine whether the person talking to be a human or a machine).

His few questions just now are the classic Turing test questions.

With the same problem, when encountering normal people, even if they are not scolded, most people will say things like "I have said it."

Only mechanized programs will answer step by step “Yes.”

But what if this guy is pretending?

Ling Ran shook his head. There was no way to do anything with the resources he had on hand. Even if he did a complete Turing test, he would encounter the same doubts.

"Okay, it's just a waste of such a good air raid shelter." Ling Ran looked up at the sky, regretting that he had not used the air raid shelter.

When they returned to the dormitory, their roommates came back after dinner, but one of them held their cell phones, took selfies, or took photos of each other.

"Lingran, hurry up and get your white coat. The newly brought one in the warehouse, there are a lot of folds. Take it to the 306 iron bar."

Chen Wanhao was the first to see Ling Ran, and after a few words of advice, he raised his cell phone.

"I said, is this... necessary?" Ling Ran looked at the medical student in a room wearing a white coat, with a helpless look on his face.

"I'll go to the hospital for an internship tomorrow. Don't you have to leave a good impression on others? The white coats sent by the school are wrinkled. How can I wear them if I don't iron them?" Chen Wanhao spoke in a 45-degree sky-looking style, and with a click, he pressed the shooting button.

"Where is the stethoscope?" Ling Ran pointed at the red stethoscope hanging around Chen Wanhao's neck.

Chen Wanhao smiled and said, "I bought it myself, 3M, I can hear it clearly. Do you want to try it?"

"The hospital's stethoscope can't satisfy you?"

"The interns were only given white coats and no stethoscope."

"Did you ever think about why the school doesn't give stethoscopes to interns?" Ling Ran looked at Chen Wanhao sympathetically: "Stethoscopes are very expensive."

Chen Wanhao was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Suo took off the stethoscope: "Five foot baths are gone. The red one is more expensive."

"I told you everything, are the stethoscope eggs useful? What interns need the most is gloves." Wang Zhuangyong stretched out his hands wearing white gloves, and kept shaking his bag.

Ling Ran didn't want to look on, so he lowered his head and took out a banana from the drawer.

Wang Zhuangyong tsk twice: "Wow, you're a little big."

Ling Ran silently cut the banana peel with a scalpel in front of Wang Zhuangyong.

Wang Zhuangyong couldn't bear to look away and said, "Lingran, you can practice stitching, you don't need to sharpen your guns in the last battle."

"I'm in good condition today." Ling Ran said lies, turned on the desk lamp, and took out a box of 70-centimeter stitches from Johnson Ai Xikang from the drawer.

This two-0 suture has relatively large friction and can easily cause pulling. It is a model that is more difficult to control and is also a practice material recommended by many foreign medical colleges. The only problem is that the cost is more expensive than domestic products. Over time, many students are reluctant to use it.

Fortunately, Ling Ran’s family runs a clinic, and he has a small savings and understands the expenses of medical students, so he can barely afford his expenses.

Ling Ran held tweezers in his left hand and controlled the needle clamps with his right hand. The moment the needle fell on the banana skin, countless information jumped out of his mind. There was no need to be special consideration. Once his wrist was rotated, the needle penetrated, which was extremely smooth.

Insert needles, out, and knots...

Ling Ran practiced good stitching techniques on weekdays, which is why he is not very interested in the so-called "master-level butt seam legal".

However, when Ling Ran got it, he realized that he was still too young.

The details that used to be focused to pay attention to have been completed subconsciously.

During the entire suture process, the banana was motionless and was not involved in the inlet and outlet needles at all. It was aligned from the beginning to the end as if it was the original version.

The spacing between the two needles is completely equal, just like measuring it with a ruler, and the knots are even more beautiful and neat, like industrial flower tying...

Accurate direction, precise force, skillful judgment, just the right puncture depth and arc, uniform and stable technique... Although it is just a simple suture technique, after careful practice, I realized that it is not simple at all.

"I'll go, are you sewing it so fast?" Wang Zhuangyong suddenly rushed out from Ling Ran's back, grabbed the sewn huge banana, and lifted it in front of his nose as if he was appreciating an artwork, and looked it carefully.
Chapter completed!