Is there no limit to this doctor's skills?

Chapter 32 An Unexpected Joy!

"Young man, you're a boy, and you even help with housework at home?" The auntie was already quite convinced by Guo Ziyuan's seemingly convincing explanation.

"My daughter is as lazy as a pig at home."

Guo Ziyuan opened the aunt's hemostatic cotton pad, exposing the wound: "Auntie, I am a child from a rural family."

"Both my parents have to go out to work, and my mother might not be as quick as you, so she doesn't have enough time. We just have to make do."

"I'd love to lie down all day, but that would mean going hungry. If I'm forced to, I'll just have to cook for myself."

After Guo Ziyuan finished speaking, he added, "Auntie, look, this cut is very shallow and not long. It was just an accidental scratch!"

"It's not difficult to handle, let's rinse it first."

The aunt had already finished the conversation and signed the papers. When asked who would be doing the operation, she excitedly insisted that the director come.

"You're so young, can you handle it?" The auntie became nervous again when the topic of the wound came up.

"Whether you're sweet-talking or not, this is no joke."

Guo Ziyuan nodded, sighing softly, "Auntie, how can you joke about something like this? And thank you for thinking I'm young."

"Last month, my mom called me and said that my junior high classmate's child is already in elementary school."

In rural areas, it's common for children who don't attend high school to get married relatively early; it's perfectly normal for a 25-year-old to have a 5-year-old child.

"This year during the Spring Festival, a primary school classmate of mine heard that I was still studying and said that I was going to be studying until I was old."

Guo Ziyuan's way of speaking is very down-to-earth.

"How old are you this year?" the aunt asked.

"I'm 25. I started school quite early, so next April I'll be 26. I don't have a girlfriend or a job."

"I have been studying medicine for seven years."

"Do you still think I'm young?" Guo Ziyuan asked, preparing to rinse with hydrogen peroxide.

"The hydrogen peroxide rinse will get a little hot, which is a normal phenomenon during oxidation and disinfection, so don't worry."

Upon hearing this, the aunt's eyes flashed: "You've studied medicine for seven years? How many years has that doctor outside studied?"

"You mean Professor Liu? He started studying medicine at the age of eighteen, and he's been studying for thirteen years now."

Liu Chuntao is thirty this year, almost thirty-one, which is indeed almost thirteen years.

After she finished speaking, the wound, which had been rinsed with hydrogen peroxide, began to bubble with white foam, and the aunt's hand trembled slightly.

However, since Guo Ziyuan had told her what she felt beforehand, she wasn't scared: "So you haven't graduated yet?"

"Teacher Liu has already started working, how could she not have completed her apprenticeship?"

"I'm still learning from my master, but I've also stitched up many, many wounds."

"To us, your stitching is just like washing rice."

Guo Ziyuan didn't mention drinking water, trying to be more down-to-earth.

The reason for using the analogy of washing rice is that, when it comes to simply washing rice, how much difference does it make whether the technique is good or bad?

It doesn't require such advanced technology to support it.

The aunt understood what she meant, and asked hesitantly, "So, your director still isn't coming?"

"Even when you come here, you'll cook rice in a rice cooker. It's not like back home where we still cook in cast iron pots."

"You need to scoop out the rice water, control the heat, and turn the container to avoid burning it."

"Actually, after studying for so many years, we can do suturing very well."

"Otherwise, Teacher Liu wouldn't have felt comfortable bringing me here. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for the hospital?" Guo Ziyuan explained slowly, then rinsed the area again with saline solution.

After the bloodstains were washed away, the wound instantly became clean and neat.

Guo Ziyuan continued, "Auntie, how about we give her local anesthesia and sew it up right away?"

"It's not early yet, you should go back and rest and have dinner soon."

The aunt hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Then, after looking at Guo Ziyuan's name tag, he asked, "Dr. Guo, do you think I have something wrong with me?"

Upon hearing his aunt's agreement, Guo Ziyuan quickly turned around to open the wound cleaning kit, facing her sideways, and asked kindly, "You don't need to?"

"How could someone who knows how to manage money have a problem?"

"When my mom buys vegetables, she will haggle over the price, even if it's only 1.2 yuan per pound."

"I just think my mom is amazing. Because I don't know anything about the market, I'm afraid of getting ripped off."

"You're the same. You don't know how good our technology is. You don't even know how many years we've studied or what we've learned."

"You just said I'm young, but actually, my peers think I'm old."

The aunt added, "Some people say I'm going through menopause. That's why I'm often sensitive and can't control my emotions."

Guo Ziyuan nodded: "This is due to changes in hormone levels; it's a natural bodily reaction, not something you're deliberately trying to do to be irritable, Auntie."

"At this point, you need to find a way to calm yourself down."

"For example, there was an aunt who had a similar situation to you. She was also very distressed about it, but she told me that whenever she got very angry, she would think of her grandson's cute smile."

"The scene of a child calling for grandma in a sweet, childish voice just makes me lose all my energy."

Upon hearing this, the aunt became angry again: "Don't mention my grandson to me. My darling won't go on blind dates or work. She just stays at home all day writing novels. She says she wants to be a freelancer."

"Still calling me a grandson?"

"She's more like the lord of the house; do you think I'd beg to see my grandson?"

Guo Ziyuan opened the equipment bag.

Liu Chuntao stepped forward and proactively held up the saline solution and lidocaine, which Guo Ziyuan diluted after putting on sterile gloves.

I pricked up my ears and listened to Guo Ziyuan's "scriptures"!

"Freelancing is great. Society is developing so fast now, there are so many opportunities."

"As long as you are honestly working hard and learning, and not just messing around, you are very fortunate."

"Being able to write is not easy; you must have read a lot of books," Guo Ziyuan continued to reassure him.

"Auntie, it's time for the anesthesia. The first injection might hurt a little..."

"Okay." The aunt nodded and lay down.

"He's read a lot of books, but he's too lazy. He never leaves the house and doesn't know how to tidy up."

According to her, she's a total homebody!

"Why stay home all the time!"

As Guo Ziyuan inserted the needle, he said, "Young people have their own ideas. Staying at home means they want to study in peace and don't want to be disturbed by the outside world."

"Knowing that reading means having sufficient knowledge, knowing your own needs, and recognizing your lack of experience or other shortcomings, is a way to replenish your energy."

"Of course, it's good to get out and about more often; health is important."

"Auntie, the local anesthesia is done, I'm going to start stitching now..."

"Okay, sure..."

A dozen minutes later, Guo Ziyuan skillfully completed the suturing.

The patient's wound was smooth and could be stitched up without even needing to be cleaned.

Just as the bandage was being applied, a young woman, about twenty-three years old and wearing glasses, rushed in from outside.

"Mom...Mom, I heard you got hurt?"

"How are you?"

Why didn't you call me? I'm at home!

The aunt rolled her eyes: "I'm not going to die yet!"

"Would I dare call you?"

"I don't want to be called crazy by you."

Guo Ziyuan stepped forward to comfort her, saying, "Your mother's wound is relatively simple; it has already been stitched up."

"After you get back, remember to avoid water and avoid strenuous activity."

"Change the dressing every two or three days, and remove the stitches in about two weeks. If you need to take a shower during this time, make sure to keep this hand away from water."

"Otherwise, you might get infected."

"The details have been written in the medical record book, you can take a look."

The girl was really young, even younger than Guo Ziyuan. She quickly nodded and said, "Oh, okay, thank you, doctor."

The girl quickly helped her mother up: "Mom, I said that because I'm really focused on writing. My novel is about to be published, and I don't want to be disturbed."

"Writing is a hobby I've pursued for a long time, and I plan to make it my job."

"You're always picking on me, making me mop the floor and cook."

"Isn't it just that you resent me not going out to work?"

"Isn't everyone going out to work?" the aunt said, turning to Guo Ziyuan.

"Look at these two doctors, are they working from home?"

Upon hearing this, the girl smiled, her mind racing: "If they could work from home, you wouldn't need to come to the hospital; they could cure you remotely."

"The problem is, I'm not a doctor!"

……

After the mother and daughter left the clinic, Guo Ziyuan turned around and began packing up his wound cleaning kit. To his surprise, he found that there was an extra entry.

[Complete one stitch and gain 1 skill point.]

[By using language therapy to soothe the patient's emotions and alleviate mild anxiety, 7 skill points were gained.]