Tan Wenbin entered the operating room and saw Fan Shulin sitting on the ground, his legs still pedaling, "swoosh swoosh swoosh" moving towards the doorway.
"Brother Fan, how did you fall so carelessly? Here, let me help you up."
Fan Shulin turned his head to look at Tan Wenbin, and at the same time, he pointed at Run Sheng who was shirtless:
"Do you call this thing a 'prick'?"
"There's no specific standard defining how long or thick it should be, right?"
"This is called having a root? Count them, see how many there are!"
"Who counts how many grains of rice are in their bowl during a meal?"
"I can't do this, I really can't!"
As Fan Shulin got up to leave, Tan Wenbin hurriedly grabbed him: "Brother Fan, the silk banners, the silk banners!"
"I don't want them!"
"Brother Fan, please help, the benevolence of doctors, the benevolence of doctors."
"My benevolence has been eaten by dogs!"
"Right, right, I ate it, now let me spit it back out for you."
"You..."
