Doctor Zhao, help!

Chapter 73 Death Assembly Line

The next day.

One o'clock noon.

Consulting room.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng had just had lunch. During the rare lunch break, Zhao Sheng was sitting in the clinic checking his mobile phone, and Song Wei was sitting aside and looking at Taobao.

"Dr. Zhao, do you think this eyebrow pencil costs 79 yuan a piece? Is it expensive?"

Zhao Sheng was browsing the homepage video pushed by Bizhan when Song Wei suddenly asked.

"Huh? What did you say? Eyebrow pencil?"

"As for eyebrow pencils, as far as I know, grease, wax, and colorants are the most abundant ingredients in eyebrow pencils. In terms of industrial manufacturing, these raw materials should be made into wax blocks and pressed in a layering machine. The pen core is glued in the middle of two semicircular wooden strips to make it look like a pencil."

Zhao Sheng thought about it seriously and said that he has a wide range of knowledge, and as an engineering student, he knows a little bit about this kind of industrial manufacturing.

"So the cost of eyebrow pencil is very low?"

Song Wei said with some surprise.

She has always used this 79 eyebrow pencil, and she really has not considered the cost.

"For example, the eyebrow pencil you use generally weighs less than 1g. Less than 1g costs 79 yuan. You can convert how much 1g costs."

Zhao Sheng said.

"Ah? My eyebrow pencil says 0.07g..."

Song Wei took out the eyebrow pencil she carried with her from her bag. She took a closer look and was immediately shocked.

"If it's 0.07g, then about 14 pieces are 1g. In other words, the price of 1g is more than 1100. The price of investment gold bars is about 480 more than 1g. In other words, the price of this eyebrow pencil, calculated It’s about twice that of gold.”

Zhao Sheng calculated it in detail and said, as an engineering student, this little bit of mental arithmetic is the foundation of the foundation.

"Two times the price of gold, what's the cost? How much is it?"

Song Wei felt that her outlook on life had been reshaped. She did not expect that the things she had been using would be so expensive.

Gold is already a very expensive thing in everyone's eyes, but these daily items are actually more expensive than gold in conversion, which is really an exaggeration!
"The cost is a trade secret. I don't know. But I think it only costs a few yuan. After all, it can be industrially produced. The process is as simple as making a pencil. The raw materials are cheap, so the cost is not much higher." .”

Zhao Sheng said.

It is a very basic common sense that everyone knows that anything that can be produced industrially on a large scale has an astonishingly low cost.

"When you say that, I feel like a fool..."

Song Wei's mouth twitched slightly and she said that she was used to using this 79-yuan eyebrow pencil, so she didn't feel anything at all. After all, her income was very good, and her family background was also very good, so she had no shortage of money.

But just because you are not short of money does not mean you can accept being tricked. Money is like throwing it into the water.

"I don't know much about the things you use, but most of them are brand premium."

Zhao Sheng thought for a while and said.

He is a man, and apart from being particular about food, in other aspects, he really just stands out as being casual.

The things this woman uses, such as this eyebrow pencil that claims to have some Chinese herbal ingredients in it, are definitely IQ taxed.

How much Chinese herbal medicine can be added to a 0.07g eyebrow pencil?
Even if it is really added, can such a trace amount of Chinese herbal medicine be absorbed by applying it on the eyebrows?
It's just ridiculous.

Song Wei wanted to say something more, but at this moment, the intern nurse Yu Ning hurried into the clinic and said to Zhao Sheng: "Teacher Zhao, there is an emergency."

"it is good."

Zhao Sheng nodded and stood up.

After leaving the clinic, Zhao Sheng saw an ambulance transfer bed parked in the center of the emergency room. On the transfer bed, a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her 30s was lying, her head covered with gauze. , a large part of the white gauze has been stained bright red with blood.

The middle-aged woman's face was pale and her eyes were dull, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock.

Next to the transfer bed, there was a middle-aged man standing, holding a yellow plastic bag tightly in his right hand. Through the yellow plastic bag, it looked vaguely like a black stuff inside the bag. It was very difficult to see. What exactly is coming out.

The middle-aged man may have been frightened, and his face showed no expression at all.

"What's going on?" Zhao Sheng asked Tan Bo, the emergency doctor who came with the car.

"Five hours ago, the patient's hair was caught in the machine while working at the workstation, and the entire scalp was torn off."

"Well, what's over there, inside the plastic bag, is her torn scalp."

Tan Bo said slowly.

"Huh? Scalp?"

As soon as Zhao Sheng saw the yellow plastic bag carried by the man, he made some guesses, but he never thought that inside the yellow plastic bag would be a woman's entire scalp that had been torn off.

"Yes, scalp."

Temple nodded and saw a doctor carrying a bag of scalps. This was his first time seeing a doctor.

When he came out of the emergency room just now, he asked why the man was holding such a yellow plastic bag tightly in his hand. When he saw it, it was a whole bag of scalps, with hair attached.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Zhao Sheng nodded.

"it is good."

Tan Bo nodded and went to work.

Zhao Sheng and Song Wei came to the transfer bed. As soon as they came over, the middle-aged man immediately opened the yellow plastic bag. Suddenly, a bloody smell floated out from the bag.

"Doctor, they're all here!"

The middle-aged man said to Zhao Sheng.

"Take him there and refrigerate him first."

Zhao Sheng said to Song Wei.

For this total scalp avulsion, the best treatment is scalp replantation, so now the scalp must be refrigerated to maintain the activity of the scalp.

Many times in the emergency department, we encounter people who are missing arms or legs due to various traumas or mechanical accidents. In this case, the first thing to do is to use ice cubes through bags to cool down. At low temperatures, the isolated tissues and cells can remain active longer.

The middle-aged man followed Song Wei carrying the bag containing the scalp.

Zhao Sheng then said to the middle-aged woman whose head was wrapped in bleeding gauze: "How exactly did you get injured?"

The middle-aged woman looked pale and looked a little dazed. After Zhao Sheng asked, it took a while for her to react. She said weakly and with lingering fear: "Today is my night shift and day shift. I'm a little sleepy. I can't concentrate, so my hair gets tangled." Into the machine.”

She still vividly remembers the previous scene, because she was so sleepy that her hair got caught in the machine without paying attention. If the worker next to her hadn't reacted quickly and pressed the emergency stop button, her whole hair might have been damaged. They will all be mixed in.

This can definitely be regarded as an escape from death and a life after disaster!

"How long have you been working the night shift?"

Zhao Sheng asked again.

"It's been a month. Last night I was still working the night shift, and today I'm working the day shift."

The middle-aged woman said.

"You were working the night shift last night. Why don't you take a break today and continue working the day shift?"

Zhao Sheng said with some surprise.

Most assembly line factories have dedicated night shifts. Some assembly line machines cannot be stopped while they are running, so someone must work at night. This has given rise to the night shift in assembly line factories.

From eight o'clock in the evening to eight o'clock the next day, for a full twelve hours, you must stay on the assembly line and operate continuously without stopping for a moment.

No matter how healthy or young you are, you can only last a month working such a night shift.

During the long night, all that can be heard and seen is the sound of the assembly line and the products that are constantly flowing over.

And after getting off the night shift, I will find myself lying down trying to fall asleep but unable to fall asleep.

This is the [Death Night Shift] that scares all the boys and girls in the electronics factory.

(End of this chapter)