"I've really scared people? Brother Yun, you are so brave, you can play this kind of music."

Old He said tremblingly.

"I like Teacher Wu's music style, simple, clean, and not artificial." Su Yun said, "It's a rumor that scares people to death, and it's an appropriate exaggeration. Don't you know this kind of rhetoric? Your Chinese language was taught by a physical education teacher in the past?"

[Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress, don't let me die too early]

As he was talking, the singing sounded.

A certain music of pioneer experimental music is accompanied by lyrics, plus the parasitic tire under the membrane-like object in front of it...

Lao He felt his legs were a little weak and wanted to go to the toilet. There were waves of swelling and pain coming from his prostate. He tried hard to overcome some physiological needs and tried to stand in front of the operating table without being frightened.

What a fucking thing! If someone else put it, even Director Xu, Lao He would have to be anxious about him.

But this was played by Brother Yun, and it was still played randomly. Although Lao He was afraid, he didn't move. Because he heard Su Yun humming softly, as if he was doing a concert.

Young, brave, strong firepower, and not afraid of monsters, Lao He thought to himself.

"Xiaocao, are you okay?" Old He saw that Quan Xiaocao stopped trembling, and he asked cautiously.

"He...he...teacher, please help me." Quan Xiaocao whispered.

Old He quickly took a look at various values, and was fine, and then he came to Quan Xiaocao.

[Your hair falls late at night; you close your eyes late at night; this is a secret agreement; it belongs to me and you]

The singing continued, the lyrics were pretty good, but with that strange style of music, the entire operating room was filled with a strange atmosphere.

"Xiaocao, what?" Lao He asked.

"Teacher He, please help me, I will sit for a while, my legs are a little weak." Quan Xiaocao's body was stiff. After saying a few words, the upper and lower teeth began to collide, making a giggling sound.

Lao He sighed in his heart that Boss Zheng was right. If Xiaocao stood on the operating table, could she still be able to pull the hook if she was a coward? Help?

Nonsense, it's a bad help.

He held Quan Xiaocao's arm and could clearly feel a layer of fine bumps on Quan Xiaocao's skin. His hands and arms were cold, like a piece of ice.

"Look at you, I'll help you out." Old He said.

"Don't, I'll sit for a while." Quan Xiaocao had her stubbornness. When she encountered such a rare operation, she still wanted to finish it. This is the accumulation of clinical experience, and everyone has come here like this.

Lao He had no choice but to help Quan Xiaocao walk to the corner and sit on the small round stool. Lao He was quite considerate, so he found a surgical gown for Quan Xiaocao to put it on.

Although doing this cannot comfort Quan Xiaocao's fear, it can protect the temperature more or less.

【Wedding dress is red; poison is white】

The singing continues.

"Brother Yun, this song sounds so scary." Old He whispered.

"Well, according to this song, countless ghost stories have been created online." Su Yun said, "You know what kind of stories they are when you listen to the lyrics. They are not innovative at all, and they are not scary."

Lao He thought to himself, isn’t it scary just this... not scary?

Instead of returning to the patient's head, he stood behind Boss Zheng and asked his assistant to look at the ventilator and monitor.

Boss Zheng is still a little hot, and the yang energy is really strong. In addition, the entire operating room seems to be like an ice cave, so cold that it cannot be spoken.

"Boss, you're doing this surgery too slowly." Su Yun said with a little confusion: "What are you thinking?"

Zheng Ren did not say anything, but tapped Su Yun's suction in his hand, indicating that the suction was following.

Feng Jianguo looked at the parasitic fetus in front of him and listened to the red wedding dress in his ears, which was even more scary than Quan Xiaocao.

Xingfu Street is not the earliest group of rock bands, but it is the pillar that appears when the imperial capital rock circle was in disagreement.

Who was not a rock youth when he was young?

Lao He didn't know this song, but Feng Jianguo knew it. This was a song he never dared to listen to again after listening to it once, but he didn't expect to have a parasitic fetal surgery and it happened and turned into background music.

As if he had started again in the past, Feng Jianguo stared at Boss Zheng for surgery, but his eyes were often looked at the parasitic fetus.

Some people say that this song is a story between a unfaithful man and a woman, but Feng Jianguo's first idea after listening to this song was to have an abortion.

Whether it is a lyric or a song, or even the picture in front of you is very consistent.

If Feng Jianguo hadn't been on the stage and the patient had come to him, he would have been running away at this time.

Just grit your teeth and listen, it will end soon, Feng Jianguo thought to himself.

【One night ***** is not my fault, one night ***** is not my fault.】

In a slightly weird word, the song ends.

Feng Jianguo let out a long sigh and was finally done. He looked at Su Yun with some resentment, feeling particularly dissatisfied.

The good luck with a slightly rustic look is so good now. In fact, no matter what song it is, it is better than this red wedding dress.

It’s not that the song is not good, but that this song is so appropriate.

Especially in the last few words, Feng Jianguo seemed to hear the cry of parasitic fetus. He even worried that parasitic fetus would point out his hand and say that he had killed him.

At this time, Feng Jianguo really missed the song "Good luck".

【One night ***** is not my fault, one night ***** is not my fault.】

The last sentence is repeated continuously, and the red wedding dress is finally over...

md, who knows who is wrong? You can't think too much about this. If you think too much, you will see the ghost stories from Liaozhai. They will be lingering in your mind.

Feng Jianguo, the second assistant, was almost a decoration. Boss Zheng was performing the operation steadily on the operating table, while Su Yun was humming a red wedding dress and cooperating. Even the five big and three thick male equipment nurses were a little timid and looked around from time to time.

Let's finish it quickly. Boss Zheng's surgery was so slow, so can't he be quick, Feng Jianguo thought to himself.

But the music is melodious and melodious, and the second song played randomly is the red wedding dress.

Smoothing two combos, how did this low-probability event come into contact with each other?!

Old He and Feng Jianguo were both stunned for a moment. Su Yun said with a smile, "It seems that this song is really lucky."

Can this be considered lucky?!

Old He was speechless.

Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said, "Turn the hook in the big bend and straighten it."

"What to straighten?" the instrument nurse asked with a trembling voice. He was distracted just now and did not hear the first half of Boss Zheng's words.
Chapter completed!