fictionpage Chapter 542 I'm not that kind of person
Chapter 542 I'm not that kind of person
Xiao Qiao walked to the consultation table and pulled out a thick, yellowed folder.
"The supernatural doesn't cause cancer, so our breast clinic doesn't treat cancer."
She opened the folder and tapped the inner pages with her knuckles—
"All the work falls into only three categories: postpartum lactation promotion and milk flow promotion, postoperative care after breast augmentation surgery, and maintenance of benign superficial lesions."
Lin Feng paused, not out of nervousness, but as if struck by a sudden realization.
In the real world, breast surgery is all about fighting death—screening for cancer, saving lives, and bringing patients back from the brink of death.
But it's different here.
There is no cancer in this world.
The entire meaning of the breast surgery department has been fundamentally and completely rewritten.
The life-saving aspect has faded, leaving only the care of the body and the restoration of its form.
Xiao Qiao opened the folder, which was filled with unfamiliar operating procedures:
Postpartum lactation massage procedure, post-implantation care guidelines for preventing contracture, routine management guidelines for unexplained discharge, and guidelines for observing benign subcutaneous foreign bodies...
Xiao Qiao took a teaching model off the wall.
It's incredibly realistic, with delicate skin texture. The marked areas include: fluid pooling area, implant cavity, subcutaneous cystic foreign body, and postoperative capsule hyperplasia area.
"The patients here mostly fall into two categories."
"The first type is postpartum patients. They will experience symptoms such as blood stasis, cracking, and swelling and pain, requiring nurses to massage, empty the blood stasis, and care for the wound."
"The second type is patients who have undergone plastic surgery. After surgery, they need to have regular follow-up visits and massages to loosen adhesions, prevent capsular contracture, and observe the fit of the implant."
"Your core task is to get started."
Lin Feng: "..."
"Come on, let's try it." Xiao Qiao stood still, her posture slightly upright. "Now I am a postpartum patient with blood stasis, and you are the nurse in charge of clearing it up."
"Gestures, scripts, procedures—do everything according to the standard."
Lin Feng was taken aback: "Can't we practice with the model first?"
"I'm a virtual character, no need for pretense." Xiao Qiao's tone revealed a hint of displeasure. "Also, you only have 45 minutes left for your lesson."
Hearing her say that, Lin Feng stopped being coy.
He stepped forward and gently reassured you, "Don't be nervous. I'll be very gentle and will help you clear the blockage gradually. If you feel any discomfort during the process, please let me know."
Xiao Qiao's body stiffened slightly.
It wasn't nervousness—it was surprise.
That's too stable.
His control, strength, and rhythm were all too steady, unlike that of a complete novice who was just getting hands-on experience.
She looked up at Lin Feng, her scrutinizing gaze now containing a hint of inquiry, and a touch of undisguised admiration:
"Have you done postpartum care before?"
"I guess I have... a little life experience," Lin Feng said casually.
Xiao Qiao didn't press further, but the curve of her lips deepened.
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At the same time, Wasim was undergoing the most agonizing torture.
His personal AI mentor, Xiao Ai, has fiery blonde hair and wears a loose, open white coat, exuding a languid yet alluring charm.
The entire course teaches only one core concept: post-operative implant massage.
Vassim stared at the highly realistic model, his cheeks flushing red and his ears burning.
He held the model stiffly in his hands, his breathing becoming disordered.
"Postoperative massage requires even pressure, close to the edge of the implant, and to feel the changes in the softness and hardness of the subcutaneous layers."
Xiao Ai leaned closer to him, her gaze fixed on his flustered eyes: "Look at me, treat me like a follow-up patient, now, perform the palpation procedure."
Wasim's gaze involuntarily swept over Ai's chest—
The neckline of the white coat was ridiculously low, revealing glimpses of the edge of the black lace camisole underneath.
He reacted as if burned, abruptly shifting his gaze, clenching his fist tightly, veins bulging from the back of his hand all the way down his forearm.
In the end, it wasn't put up.
Xiao Ai blew a breath onto her bangs and tucked her stray blonde hair behind her ear:
"Can you be more professional? Don't treat me like someone of the opposite sex. This is just a job, a task that requires practice."
She paused, then her voice suddenly became ambiguous:
"Besides... isn't this kind of work... something you men are all quite happy to do?"
Wasim straightened his neck, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He said in a gruff voice, "Being willing is one thing, but fulfilling one's professional duty is another. To confuse the two is to desecrate this nursing job."
"I'm just a rough guy, really not suited for this kind of delicate work. You should find someone else!"
Xiao Ai scoffed, crossed her arms over her chest, and squeezed the V-shape of her face even deeper.
"You stubborn mule, whatever. Don't blame me if you die later."
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Once the one-hour training period was up, all VR screens suddenly went black.
Everyone took off their glasses.
Lin Feng exhaled a breath of stale air.
I must say, I learned quite a few useful things.
Even if he doesn't serve patients, going back to serve his six wives would still bring many benefits.
Wasim looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed, as if he had just endured a silent torture.
In the second half of the race, he didn't touch Xiao Ai at all.
I sat in the VR clinic and flipped through folders for half an hour.
Xiao Ai leaned against the examination bed, arms crossed, her gaze shifting from mockery to boredom, and then to a sense of resignation, as if saying "whatever."
Evelyn took off her glasses as casually as she would sunglasses.
Her expression remained unchanged. She glanced at Wasim's condition and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Didn't dare to make a move?"
Wasim stiffened his neck, his voice muffled: "I'm not that kind of person."
Several dark lines appeared on Lin Feng's forehead.
So—I am that kind of person?!
Evelyn raised an eyebrow at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You already have six wives, and you still want to clear your name?"
Lin Feng opened his mouth, but found that he really didn't have anything to say in his defense.
Evelyn ignored him and turned to pat Wasim's arm:
"It's alright, leave the private stuff to me later."
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10 minute later.
At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor of Ward 4, the elevator doors slowly opened.
The moment Lin Feng stepped out of the elevator, an indescribable smell hit him, like medical silicone that had just been warmed up.
The corridor lights were a warm yellow, and the nurses' station was right in front of us.
On the table were a stack of blank medical records, three markers, and a bottle of hand sanitizer.
An electronic screen hangs on the wall behind the nurses' station, displaying the daily list of hospitalized patients:
[Bed 401, Li Shuwan, hospitalized for observation after breast augmentation surgery]
[Bed 402, Wang Nianci, hospitalized for postpartum breast engorgement]
[Bed 403, Elina, hospitalized after prosthesis displacement correction surgery]
[Bed 404, Sophia, under observation after benign breast cyst removal]
……
Lin Feng's gaze lingered on the list for two seconds before shifting away.
There was no one at the nurses' station.
But on the table were three disposable masks, three nurse caps, and three neatly folded light pink nurse uniforms.
The sizes were different, as if they knew in advance that three people would come, and even calculated who would wear which size.
Wasim stared at the pink nurse's uniform, his brow furrowing deeply.
"...Do I really have to wear this?"