"yes."

"Does the membrane be good mean the membrane has not been broken?" Qi Jing looked up at them, then slowly lowered his eyes to the magazine in his hand, "Western medical methods can be fully achieved now."

"Ah, yes, chunv film repair!" The boy suddenly realized, "Why have you forgotten this?"

"Why didn't Teacher Huo Yan find out when she was doing the examination?"

"The surgery in the plastic surgery department has always been very concealed. If you are a master, it will be difficult for even insiders to find traces of the surgery. Besides, this was done secretly. If you want to hide a fact, it would be easy to see, wouldn't it be a sign that would be smashed."

Qi Jing directly gave the answer: "At her age, she is about to graduate from her senior year, she is likely to have had several boyfriends. In order to make up for the regrets of her latecomers, there is nothing to do with it."

In his opinion, the patient and his family may have hooked up with those who are causing trouble, and it is only a matter of time before the hospital can be shot.

For interns, knowing how to think about problems and finding breakthroughs is a good class. But Qi Jing must continue to dig deeper into the evidence, and his red mouth and white teeth cannot gain a foothold at the negotiating table that will take action at any time.

"Okay, let's talk about issues that are more related to professionalism."

He put the case aside and chose a slightly relaxed topic: "I see you guys schedule. Are you two on duty the night before?"

"Yes, it's us."

Qi Jing took out several medical records beside his desk, picked a name, and placed it in front of them: "This is a college student who was sent to two o'clock in the middle of the night. Did he swallow sleeping pills when he came?"

"Yes, I ate about half a bottle."

Qi Jing nodded, looked at the content recorded on the notebook, and asked, "If someone who took sleeping pills happens to come now, what will you do?"

"Induce vomiting." The boy felt that he was examining their professional abilities, so he quickly followed Hu Dongsheng's treatment method that night, "Then he drips naloxone, and furosemide helps the drug metabolism."

"Yeah, that's pretty good"

Qi Jing nodded frequently when he heard the treatment methods he said. When the boy saw it, he felt proud. However, this kind of pride did not last long. After only less than five seconds, Qi Jing's puzzled gaze came again: "Hmm? Why don't you say it? Keep talking."

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Chapter completed!