Sleepless Doctor

　　Doctors sleepless text volume 1016. Before the battle, cherish "It's useless to say this, this is the last resort. Principal, I want to ask you something, which TV station will interview you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

　　 "News 1+1."

　　 "It's not a simulcast." Wu Mian said regretfully.

　　 "You are going to put me on the fire and roast me." The principal smiled, "Just do things quietly and quietly. You should seize the time to prepare and give feedback whenever you go in."

　　 "Don't say so ugly, you can't get in." Wu Mian said, "I went there early in the morning. If there is any problem, I will report it in time. I will say the good and the bad."

　　 "Well, I am more relieved with you."

　　 "I don't worry at all. Principal, do you know what I have been thinking about these days?"

　　 "What do you think?"

　　 "Old Mr. Wu Liande's treatment of plague." Wu Mian said with a sigh, "The truth is there, but there are still women's benevolence."

　　 "Inevitably, we must try our best to give everyone better conditions. Now we are different from before, our productivity has been restored, and the production capacity of masks has returned to 55% of the normal production capacity."

　　 "I hope everything will be fine." Wu Mian said.

　　 The two were worried, each had their own concerns, but they didn't explain clearly.

　　 "Mobile P3 laboratory, equipped." The principal said suddenly.

　　 "I am preparing to contact one of my patients after the news is confirmed, and get me a mobile P3 laboratory." Wu Mian smiled, "It will not affect normal work. I will observe the virus changes in some patients."

　　 "Your patients are very rich."

　　 "That is, I have a patient who may be admitted to the Federal Reserve within three years." Wu Mianxian said, "The Rothschild family."

　　 "Awesome." The principal said lightly.

　　 "I won't chat with you anymore, I have to hurry up and contact the mobile P3 laboratory, as well as the corresponding equipment." Wu Mian said, "If you have any questions, please call me anytime."

　　 "Are you okay with food and lodging now?" The principal seemed to have not heard Wu Mian's words, and began to ask the daily routine.

"The living is okay, I can find someone to help me. Eat, the takeaway guy is still working, and he can barely stutter." Wu Mian said, "These are all small things. The food in the cabin must be better. Don’t chill the porridge or pickles, if that happens, something will happen."

"I need you to say it." The principal contemptuously said, "The best conditions at the current stage are straightforward. Although no matter how good they are, they are definitely different from home, but they do their best to protect them. At least, with the medical staff. The food is the same."

　　 "Are there any fruits?"

"Have."

　　 "I look at the drawings, and there are also in the operating room, right?"

　　 "Yes, the field operating room can handle the emergency."

　　 "Principal." Wu Mian called out softly, but there was no more text.

　　 In the video, the two are silent, and the hour hand seems to be set back fourteen years ago.

　　 At that time, Wu Mianqing was young, ignorant and curious, walking on the campus of Concord. And the principal is not the principal, but just the director of Clinical Respiratory Critical Disease at Imperial Hospital.

　　 An accidental encounter, a preaching and teaching, these years have passed hurriedly like flowing water.

　　 The young man has grown up, and he is stubborn and charged.

　　 And the handsome director is also more stable, determining the treatment plan for a city.

　　 "Wu Mian, say."

　　 "Principal, it's okay." Wu Mian sighed softly, "Do my best for internal and external troubles. I hope you can come out alive, you... take care."

　　 "Take care." The principal stared at Wu Mian's eyes, trying to show a smile, as warm as possible and less tired.

　　 "Take care!" Wu Mian reached out and cut off the video.

　　 The whole body leaned back, Wu Mian collapsed on the chair.

　　 Chu Zhixi did not ask about taking off the protective clothing, she just sat quietly next to Wu Mian, her long eyelashes blinking.

　　 "The principal is not easy."

　　 After a few seconds, Wu Mian calmed his mind and said in a dumb voice.

　　 "Brother, I actually don't understand it." Chu Zhixi wondered, "Don't you do the same for treating Ebola patients in Africa? Why are you worrying about it this time."

"Silly boy, can it be the same." Wu Mian sighed, "The key is that there are too many people, and it is in a large central city. Anything from an idea to a realization will have to be difficult. This is in front of you. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a sea of ​​swordsmanship."

　　 "But this is science."

　　 Wu Mian stretched out his hand and touched Chu Zhixi's head.

　　 A rustle of silky hair disappeared.

　　 Thousands of soft intestines and thousands of lovesickness, all in speechlessness.

　　 But Wu Mian didn't have time to stay warm for a moment. He quickly picked up his mobile phone and made a call to Cheng Yunhai.

　　 "Boss Cheng, I, Wu Mian."

　　 "The mobile P3 laboratory I said a few days ago, are the relevant equipment ready?"

　　 "Okay, Tianhe living room, I will give your phone number to the principal, and he will contact me. Don't make a donation, otherwise I won't need it. If you want to direct it, direct it to me."

　　……

　　 Hanging up the phone, Cheng Yunhai, lying still on the bed, immediately picked up the notebook and contacted his subordinates about the mobile P3 laboratory.

　　 "Is it the phone number of Section Chief Wu?" Wei Dabao was rounding the room. He heard a familiar voice on the phone and asked.

　　 This is the last round of ward rounds, and Wei Dabao is going to the fever ward.

"Um."

　　 "What is a mobile P3 laboratory? Can the thing move?" Wei Dabao was curious.

　　"Dr. Wei, what do you think of Section Chief Wu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Cheng Yunhai asked, "Mr. Wu, who is Section Chief Wu in your mouth? "

　　 Wei Dabao laughed and didn't say a word. This group of wealthy people would definitely have no good intentions when asking this kind of question, and such a sophisticated guy like Wei Dabao would definitely not be fooled.

　　 Cheng Yunhai didn't want to get the answer from Wei Dabao's mouth. It seemed that he was just chatting. After ten minutes, he put down his notebook.

　　 "Mr. Cheng, although your dorsal artery pulsation has disappeared, the skin temperature has begun to rise. I guess the capillary network has been re-established successfully after the accordion swings. Congratulations."

　　 "Thank you." Cheng Yunhai looked at the self-made leg brace. The tibia and fibula were broken by external force, but they were not allowed to grow. He made the accordion swing every day. The human body is really amazing, the capillary network starts to rebuild like this.

　　 "Doctor Wu is very good." Cheng Yunhai sighed and said, "This time, I think it's very likely to happen."

　　 "What's the matter?" Wei Dabao asked curiously.

　　 "Dr. Wei, ask you something, what do you want to say in your heart." Cheng Yunhai said with a smile.

　　 "Hmm." Wei Dabao could feel what was wrong today, so he nodded cautiously.

　　 "If... Suppose you are infected with this pneumonia, you and all other patients are to be sent to a special place for isolation, do you agree?" Cheng Yunhai asked.

"Agree, why disagree." Wei Dabao replied strangely, "Isn't Tianhe without a ward now? This disease is not the same as the s virus, and it can be contagious when it doesn't occur. Besides, the country has exerted such great efforts, for sure Be obedient."

　　 Cheng Yunhai was slightly startled and silent.