To say that people studying medicine are also bold risk-averse.
Facing the internal structure of human body damaged by various factors, doctors can do overlapping work for it calmly and be a normal and healthy person. Similarly, it has become commonplace to be accustomed to these bloody scenes since childhood.
But obviously, her thoughts didn't turn around for a while, and Gu Qingrong could accept the scene she thought she could accept.
At noon, the students were resting in the dormitory, and the medical room was empty. When they came in, they could smell disinfectant.
As soon as Gu Qingrong came in, what impacted his sight was the dirty human body soaked in formalin, the dry human body hole and the cut-away human body structure map covered with walls.
He swallowed his saliva and stood in front of a large microscope, with the veins standing out in his temples beating faintly for fear.
Once passed, scalpel, ophthalmic forceps, ophthalmic scissors, pins, cotton and other tools were prepared aside.
Wearing goggles and latex gloves, she fixed the mouse on the fixing plate, held the scalpel in her right hand, and cut the mouse's stomach along the middle line with a straight face. The skin tissue and muscle texture were displayed one by one in the next action.
She looked up and saw Gu Qingrong carrying her back. She asked funny, "Why, are you afraid?"
Gu Qingrong waved with his hand, but his body still did not dare to turn around.
"I am not afraid of a girl. How can you be more timid than me as a boy?" Gu Qingrong, who suddenly felt afraid of these things, was very cute.
How can she misunderstand his courage and uprightness? !
Gu Qingrong raised the decibel of his voice: "Can't boys be afraid of this? Boys are also human beings!"
"Yes, too." Zeng passed and nodded with a smile and continued to dissect.
The medical room was silent and the two did not speak. The continuous breathing sound is clearly visible, and he can still hear the slight "scrape" sound of dissecting muscle structure.
His appearance of being disrespectful of integrity once passed, but it amused his mind.
Gu Qingrong stood up straight and asked behind her back, "What did you dissect?"
Once passed his eyes and turned, he smiled: "Heart."
"Is it... what animal?"
"People."
"..." He felt that there was not enough saliva to swallow. "I have something to do, first, go first."
"Stop!" She took out the mouse's heart. "I lied to you, not a human being, but a mouse. You turn around and have a look?"
Gu Qingrong brewed for a long time before slowly turning around, and his eyes fell on the mice that had been dissected and had their stomachs open, and their inner organs were all exposed.
His brows began to frown, his whole face twisted together, and he quivered, "Is the mouse alive?"
"No." Zeng passed and patiently explained this. "Every quarter, the school will buy some large, healthy and virus-free mice to do experiments for