"Giving an injection to a mannequin is one thing, but to a real person, how could that be possible!"
Gu Zhihan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don’t you plan to give injections to people in the future?"
"I’m thinking of waiting until I’m more skilled before giving injections to real people," said Luo Mengmeng sheepishly.
"Only by practicing on real people can you really improve your injection technique," Gu Zhihan said as he extended his hand to her, "Go ahead and give it a try."
Luo Mengmeng hesitated with the syringe in hand, several times she attempted to insert the needle, but each time she stopped, "Maybe we shouldn’t do this."
After she finished speaking, she quickly added, "The professor only taught us to practice on a fake arm for now, and didn’t say we needed to experiment on real people."
"You’ll have to learn this too, and isn’t it good to get ahead?" Gu Zhihan looked up at her and let out a small sigh before continuing, "I don’t want you to be scolded by the professor again."
When he heard she was scolded by the professor today for not mastering IV infusion, his heart was so pained, he couldn’t bear the thought of her being scolded by the professor again.
Understanding his intentions, Luo Mengmeng no longer refused his kindness, "Then, okay..."
After taking a deep breath, she first tied off his wrist with a tourniquet.
Next, she disinfected the surface of his hand with an alcohol cotton ball.
Finally, it was time to insert the needle.
Luo Mengmeng took a deep breath, took a new disposable syringe, and aimed it at the back of his hand.
Her nervousness was obvious, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Don’t tremble," Gu Zhihan reminded her.
"Oh... okay!" Luo Mengmeng took another breath and finally made up her mind, piercing the needle into his vein.
She spectacularly missed.
"It’s bleeding, it’s bleeding!"
Luo Mengmeng cried out involuntarily, then immediately pulled out the syringe and hurriedly pressed down on the puncture with a cotton ball from the table.
She then looked up with tear-filled eyes, feeling extremely guilty, "Does it hurt?"
"Silly girl, it’s just a little prick, what’s this amount of pain?" Gu Zhihan, seeing her tears about to fall, quickly raised his hand to wipe them away.
Luo Mengmeng, with a crying tone, said, "I don’t want to give injections ever again."
"It’s just one bad attempt, why lose heart so quickly?" Gu Zhihan rubbed her head and then took her hand, showing her step by step how to do it.
By late night, Luo Mengmeng finally mastered IV infusion.
But it was tough on Gu Zhihan.
His arm was full of needle marks, both bruised and swollen.
"I’ll cook some eggs to do a hot compress for you," Luo Mengmeng, almost heartbroken, said after throwing away the needles used for practice, hurriedly intending to go to the kitchen.
"No need for a hot compress," Gu Zhihan stopped the young woman and didn’t let her go.
"But if we don’t apply a hot compress, your arm will take days to reduce the swelling," Luo Mengmeng said.
"Other places need reducing swelling more than the arm," Gu Zhihan said meaningfully, then directly picked her up.
By now, Luo Mengmeng was also half a ’old driver’, immediately understanding his implication.
"Gu Zhihan, can you not act like a hooligan!" The young girl was so embarrassed she almost fainted.
If you only looked at his face, you could never imagine such a reserved man could say something so shamelessly lewd.
"I can’t," Gu Zhihan replied very seriously.
In the blink of an eye, the next week arrived.
It was time for the IV infusion class again.
Since the professor had a particularly strong impression of Luo Meng, he directly called her name this time, "Luo Mengmeng, come up and demonstrate IV infusion for everyone."