Chapter 41 41. Touching the fish? Touching the butt! I’m going to fucking explode

Dr. Leslie's clinic was busy.

The gun battle three blocks away seemed to be getting worse, and wounded people were being brought in one after another.

In addition to the homeless people who had no way out, there were also some innocent passers-by who were affected. Even the seriously injured young man on both sides of the gunfight was sent over in the end.

When Nightwing introduced this clinic to Mason before, he said it was a "truce zone" for nearby gang wars.

When Mason saw the truth today, it was indeed extraordinary.

Don't worry about how passionately the two groups were exchanging blows outside. Once they entered the clinic, even the most ferocious guy in sunglasses put away his gun obediently.

The two groups of people boarded the elevator glaring at each other, looking like they were in constant danger of fistfights, but there was no incident all the way to the ward.

Of course, it is obviously the best choice to place the two groups separately.

The nurses in the clinic have also seen a lot of "battle-hardened" experiences. The hot-tempered young nurses are not used to these guys and scold them to be quiet and not disturb other patients.

From this small detail, we can see that the cold-faced doctor Leslie Tompkins has a "powerful" invisible status in the nearby neighborhood.

Of course, all this currently has nothing to do with Mason, a male nurse who is busy applying hemostatic bandages to patients with minor injuries who do not need to enter the emergency room. He quickly completes the hemostatic bandages again and again, which is a reminder that his first aid skills are constantly improving.

It’s almost as fast as the screen refresh rate.

This made Mason confident that he had found a job that was most suitable for him while he was focused.

"The bandaging is over, let's go to the infusion, next one!"

Mason, who was wearing a nurse's uniform, a mask and a hood, and took off his medical gloves, gave instructions to the patient in front of him, and said it expressionlessly.

Next to him, the little nurse Wendy, whose mouth was slightly open and already a little stunned, was awakened and quickly glanced back.

"Mason, no more."

Wendy stepped forward and whispered a reminder, saying:

"The remaining patients are all going to the emergency room with more serious injuries. You should probably take a rest."

"Huh? No more? So soon?"

Mason glanced back.

Sure enough, the bustling and wailing crowd had almost dispersed, which disappointed the young man who was content with his continuous breakthroughs in first aid skills.

He even complained about both sides in the gunfight, complaining in his very dark mind about why they didn't fight harder?

Is it because there are not enough bullets or not enough manpower?

If it’s not enough, go to the minions union to recruit! If you want to become bigger and stronger, don’t you need to invest?

"never mind."

He said something in his mind while taking off his mask and hood.

It's already very good to be able to do this on the first day of work.

Although there is no progress bar reminder for the promotion of first aid skills, Mason is sure that if there are so many "practice" opportunities every day, he is sure to break through to Lv2 within a week.

On the way back to the nurse's station, Mason checked the first aid tips of the past hour. Most of them were rapid first aid bandaging with normal proficiency improvement, and about one-fifth of them were excellent and fast bandaging.

As for the outstanding craftsmanship that can bring about a tenfold improvement in proficiency, it has never appeared once.

This made the young man sum up today's performance in his mind. He was still a little uncomfortable and a little nervous, which affected his performance and missed a good opportunity for rapid promotion.

To sum up, you still need to practice basic skills!

When you can achieve mostly excellent craftsmanship, and when moderately perfect craftsmanship is achieved, the skill of first aid bandaging can be considered to be well practiced.

This is not to say that Mason is being picky, the main reason is that the situation is indeed serious now.

The skill branches provided by the character card include alchemy, engineering, blacksmithing, tailoring/leatherworking, first aid, enchantment, inscription, jewelry processing, first aid, and dual collection.

There are also optional interest branches such as cooking, fishing and archeology. The categories cover almost all the hobbies and professional skills that a normal person can come into contact with in a lifetime.

If Mason practices everything step by step, even if he rubs his hands to make sparks 24 hours a day, he will not be able to achieve the goal of being a "full-time master craftsman".

The only possible way to comprehensively improve is to increase the "quality rate" as much as possible within the limited number of exercises.

Relying on the leap-forward improvement of five times or ten times bonus proficiency, he can make full use of every minute he has.

Young people are reviewing themselves for not being diligent enough.

But in the eyes of Wendy, the little nurse who had been watching him secretly, this handsome black-haired sunny boy, who was actually three years younger than her, already belonged to the kind of "hidden" image of an "outside the world".

She had been in the clinic for more than half a year, but she had never seen anyone move as efficiently as Mason. From the moment he entered the ward, Mason had been standing in front of the treatment table, barely moving for an hour.

No matter where the patient's wound is or what the patient's identity is, Mason is busy like a sophisticated "first aid machine."

During the process, little was said except for necessary inquiries.

He cooperated with another doctor and focused on the process of constant cleaning and bandaging after simple operations. From the perspective of Wendy, who was responsible for helping, Mason even enjoyed this process and was quite happy with it.

"Are you really not a medical student?"

Seeing Mason returning to the nurse station and sorting out the patient's treatment without saying a word, the nurse finally couldn't help but ask:

"Your bandaging skills are almost as good as Dr. Leslie's, but doctors have been doing this all their lives. Are you really only 17 years old?"

"Well, I've practiced before."

Mason turned his head with a gentle smile and said to Wendy:

"Maybe I'm more talented?"

"This is no longer something that talent can explain!"

The little nurse laughed when she saw Mason's smile. In the past, she, the most junior newcomer, would have been busy half to death when encountering this kind of thing. But today, with the sudden emergence of Mason, the "strong bandaging expert", Wendy was almost overwhelmed.

The whole process was watched by a strong crowd, and except for handing over the tools, the nurse did not do anything during the whole process.

This made her feel a little embarrassed. She glanced at the clock on the wall and said to the young man a little shyly:

"I can't help you at all. How about I treat you to dinner at noon?"

This is a hint.

But Mason didn't seem to understand the meaning of the little nurse at all. When he heard the word "eat", he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the time.

"Ah, by the way, I forgot about it."

Mason patted his forehead, smiled at Wendy, and said:

"I'll treat you to a meal. When they come to change shifts, we'll go to the staff canteen."

"What are you doing there?"

The little nurse suddenly pursed her lips and complained softly:

"Although it is provided for free, it really tastes like pig food."

"So I'm here."

When he saw two female nurses coming to change shifts, Mason took off his nurse uniform and hung it on the wall, then returned to the lounge and took out another outfit.

Under the surprised gaze of the young nurse Wendy, the young man who had put on a chef's uniform hummed a song and led her to the staff canteen on the first floor.

"I am Dr. Leslie's newly hired chef, and I am in charge here today."

He pushed open the door to the kitchen and shouted to a middle-aged bald man who was dozing inside. The latter opened his eyes wide and wanted to retort and declare his ownership of the kitchen.

But who care about young people who are eager to break through in cooking skills?

He stepped forward and took over the small kitchen, then washed and chopped vegetables in a decent manner, pouring oil and swinging a shovel to finish the work.

Although he has not been specially trained at Bruchet Professional Academy, which foodie soul from a big foodie country cannot come up with one or two special dishes when necessary?

Wendy outside the kitchen was dumbfounded.

It was really difficult for her to combine the image of the young man wielding a shovel in front of her with the cold-faced image of quick first aid.

But the fact is that an hour later, when Dr. Leslie, who had just completed the last emergency operation and was exhausted, came to the cafeteria with his assistant, what he saw was a group of nurses chattering about how awesome the new chef was today.

How handsome is Dian Shao's craftsmanship, etc.

Then, Dr. Leslie, whose eyes twitched, saw Mason handing a large plate of fragrant Four-Xi meatballs to Wendy, who then brought it to the dining table.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The cold-faced doctor went crazy!

She screamed through the kitchen dining window:

"Mason! What are you doing in there? Where is my old cook?"

"Oh, he tasted my food, his self-confidence was shaken and he resigned voluntarily."

The young man pushed up his chef's hat, spread his hands and said:

"Don't worry, doctor, that guy didn't ask for severance compensation because I recommended him to work as a waiter in a newly opened bar. He can earn five times the salary here.

Before he left, he thanked me for coming and insisted on buying me a drink.

By the way, what would you like to eat?
To be continued...