I am a German and a doctor named Walker. I opened a clinic outside Linjiangmen in Chongqing. A patient came in today. I asked coldly without raising my head, "What's your name?" He said his name was Liu Dachuan. He was 24 years old and his eyes were injured by bandits. I took off the bandage on the patient's right eye. The injury was serious. I froze and looked at the patient again. I asked him what he did and he said he was a post office clerk. I said to the point: "You are a soldier! I have been a military doctor. Only a soldier can calm down such a serious injury!" The patient smiled slightly and said: "You say I am a soldier, so I am a soldier!" I no longer It was as cold as it was at the beginning, my eyes softened, and I asked the nurse to prepare for the operation. When I was changing into surgical clothes, the nurse came to me and told me that the patient refused to use anesthesia. I was very angry and told him that it was up to the doctor's command. He said: "Dr. Walker, the eyes are too close to the brain. I am worried that the use of anesthesia will affect the cranial nerves. And I need a very clear brain in the future." I was stunned again and stuttered: "You, you Can you bear it? You need to remove the necrotic eyeball in your right eye and cut out the rotten flesh and new polyps." He said give it a try! I have always been calm and calm, but this time my hands were trembling and sweat was rolling on my forehead. The nurse wiped it off for me again and again. Finally, I couldn't help but said to the patient: "You can scream if you can't help it." He still remained silent. Finally the operation was completed, and I said to him: "I'm really worried that you will faint." The patient's face turned pale. He smiled encouragingly: "I've been counting your knives." I was startled and asked in disbelief: "How many knives have I cut?" "72 knives." I was shocked and shouted: "You are a A real man, a talking steel plate, you can be called a military god!" He said: "You are commended." I called the nurse out, closed the door, and asked the patient: "What is your name?" He said his name was Liu Bocheng. I was in awe: "You are the general of the Sichuan East Detachment. I have admired you for a long time. It is an honor to meet you." Liu Bocheng extended his hand in a friendly manner. I am a German and a doctor named Walker. I opened a clinic outside Linjiangmen in Chongqing. A patient came in today. I asked coldly without raising my head, "What's your name?" He said his name was Liu Dachuan. He was 24 years old and his eyes were injured by bandits. I took off the bandage on the patient's right eye. The injury was serious. I froze and looked at the patient again. I asked him what he did and he said he was a post office clerk. I said to the point: "You are a soldier! I have been a military doctor. Only a soldier can calm down such a serious injury!" The patient smiled slightly and said, "You say I am a soldier, I am a soldier!" I no longer It was as cold as it was at the beginning, my eyes softened, and I asked the nurse to prepare for the operation. When I was changing into surgical clothes, the nurse came to me and told me that the patient refused to use anesthesia. I was very angry and told him that it was up to the doctor's command. He said: "Dr. Walker, the eyes are too close to the brain. I am worried that the use of anesthesia will affect the cranial nerves. And I need a very clear brain in the future." I was stunned again and stuttered: "You, you Can you bear it? You need to remove the necrotic eyeball in your right eye and cut out the rotten flesh and new polyps." He said give it a try! I have always been calm and calm, but this time my hands were trembling and sweat was rolling on my forehead. The nurse wiped it off for me again and again. Finally, I couldn't help but said to the patient: "You can scream if you can't help it." He still remained silent. Finally the operation was completed, and I said to him: "I'm really worried that you will faint." The patient's face turned pale. He smiled encouragingly: "I've been counting your knives." I was startled and asked in disbelief: "How many knives have I cut?" "72 knives." I was shocked and shouted: "You are a A real man, a talking steel plate, you can be called a military god!" He said: "You are commended." I called the nurse out, closed the door, and asked the patient: "What is your name?" He said his name was Liu Bocheng. I was in awe: "You are the general of the Sichuan East Detachment. I have admired you for a long time. It is an honor to meet you." Liu Bocheng extended his hand in a friendly manner.