CHAPTER 523: CHAPTER 507: RIGHT HAND STABS LEFT HAND

Song Qingyun was furious.

A perfectly good class had turned into a marketplace.

"Alright, Chang Yong, go back to your seat. Stop making a fool of yourself here. This isn’t a drama academy."

Chang Yong ran out of the classroom in disgrace.

How could he still have the face to stay here!

Zhang Xun volunteered, "Let me do it!"

He was a strong supporter of Jiang Xiaoxiao, and naturally, he couldn’t let down his friend at this time.

This was Jiang Xiaoxiao’s first practical class showcase.

It had to have a good start.

Zhang Xun naturally knew that freshmen would encounter bottlenecks.

Giving an injection was indeed a small step.

A big step was still ahead.

Zhang Xun genuinely came with the intention of supporting a genius.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was already married, and he had no intention of being a third party.

But after witnessing Jiang Xiaoxiao’s ability, he truly admired her.

Song Qingyun had no choice but to go along with it.

He couldn’t just let the students go on like this.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao spoke up.

"Thank you all for your encouragement to us newcomers. However, from the incident with Chang just now, I understand that everyone has a lot of fear about freshmen giving injections. So, to avoid adding psychological pressure to everyone, I’ve decided to give myself the injection.

This way, it will be more intuitive, after all, feeling it myself is more relatable. By finding the feeling on myself, after the pain, the next time I give an injection, I’ll probably find the feeling faster. Thank you all very much."

As soon as she finished speaking.

A round of boos erupted immediately.

"Isn’t this just grandstanding? I get it, she’s probably planning to stick the needle in her own ankle."

"This woman is so hypocritical, not even giving Zhang Senior face. Zhang Senior personally volunteered to be her guinea pig, yet she said such things. She has a petty heart, afraid Zhang Senior might faint like Chang Yong and she’d be blamed for scaring people.

Such a petty heart."

"Haven’t you heard that women and petty minds are hard to nurture?"

"Don’t lump everyone together. We have plenty of girls here, but none are as arrogant as Jiang Xiaoxiao."

"Fine, sister, I misspoke. I’ll slap my mouth, is that enough?"

The people below were in high spirits.

Other freshmen were also somewhat resentful of Jiang Xiaoxiao, thinking why didn’t she just take Zhang Senior’s offer and go along with it?

Now she’s drawn so much hate towards them. Great, now seniors from the third and fourth year have issues with the second-year freshmen.

From all this talk, it seemed they had become antagonists. The problem is, they’re not Jiang Xiaoxiao. Jiang Xiaoxiao has someone backing her, who’s backing them?

Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up the syringe.

In this era, there were no disposable syringes, and needles were reused, always sterilized at high temperatures before each use.

The syringe was also a glass syringe.

She chose a needle that suited her own veins, completely ignoring the sparse mocking comments around her, and sat alone on a chair.

Then she rolled up her sleeve, expertly patted her left wrist, disinfected, tightened her arm, and single-handedly held the syringe with her right hand aiming it at her left hand.

Song Qingyun was a bit surprised by what he saw.

Zhang Xun, Wang Huan, and the others were beside her, initially wanting to cheer Jiang Xiaoxiao on.

But seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao move smoothly, disinfecting her left hand so deftly.

And her technique of holding the needle with her right hand was very practiced, almost as if she had done it tens of thousands of times, not the least bit flustered by holding a syringe for the first time, unsure of where to place her hands or feet.

Instead, her expression was focused, with a kind of resolute determination and seriousness between her brows.

The whole person was instantly different from the Jiang Xiaoxiao they usually saw.

That warm, gentle, and humorous girl, suddenly her aura became heavy and solemn, exuding the demeanor of a scholar high above.

Especially those eyes, once seen, they would never be forgotten. They were such determined and focused eyes.

The meaning revealed within them made people realize that this was the serious attitude an aspiring physician should have.

Even the smallest experiment should be treated with one’s lifelong earnestness. This reverence for medicine influenced everyone around her.

Indeed, many people are gradually losing their reverence for such small matters because they can use a scalpel and have many treatment methods.

What’s there to care about in a small injection?

There’s no heard case of an injection killing someone.

No one is interested in researching the technique of injections.

To them, this was just one of the simplest practical courses in their studies, and they needed to learn how to do it through repetition, all the professors required was for them to know how to inject.

They weren’t nurses; they didn’t need to be perfect.

Because once at the hospital, doctors wouldn’t have to do such tedious work.

But from Jiang Xiaoxiao, they suddenly understood.

Every aspiring physician should treat each medical course as a necessary on their journey.

If one day there’s no nurse by your side, if one day no one helps you with these trivial tasks.

Will they wait for a nurse to give an injection when encountering a patient in an emergency on the road?

Will they have to give the patient dozens, or even hundreds of injections, to finally get the needle into the vein?

The meaning of the teachers’ instruction wasn’t to make them experts in injections, but to encourage a serious attitude towards it, yet they’ve been downplaying it.

In their minds, everything seems far more important than an injection. Picking up a scalpel to become an expert, to become the top talent in the industry, that’s the path they want to follow, with everyone’s eyes on the scalpel. No one cares about the meaning behind a small needle prick.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t! Only a freshman would have such a sense of awe, right?

Jiang Xiaoxiao skillfully inserted the needle single-handedly, and saw the red blood flow out.

Jiang Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, after doing it tens of thousands of times, it’s impossible to forget.

She wasn’t useless.

Everyone was in awe.

Mu Feng stared intently at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

A man beside him was operating a small camcorder, unnoticed by anyone.

There was no shortage of wealthy students at school, often using camcorders to record some classes, playing them back repeatedly at home to deepen their memory, which wasn’t new.

Jiang Xiaoxiao removed the syringe.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao, you’re a freshman and never handled injections before. How could you succeed in one try?"

Someone was curious.

Mainly because this scene was too high-level, she injected her left hand with her right, accurately and without error, drawing blood in one go.

Is she a genius?

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, "Everyone must be curious, how can a freshman like me achieve this? In fact, I can use my right hand to inject my left hand, and I can also use my left hand to inject my right hand, achieving the same result.

I can only tell everyone one thing: practice makes perfect. What I’ve done today for everyone is just the result of tens of thousands of exercises done in my spare time. Even if I were a genius, I couldn’t achieve accurate injection on the first try.

Furthermore, I’m an ordinary person. I’ve just taken a step ahead of everyone."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t want any misunderstanding, she indeed practiced tens of thousands of times.

This was achieved through hard work, not because she was a genius. Even if she were, without diligent practice, it would be impossible to reach this level.