Sleepless Doctor

Latest website: Wu Mian scanned the medical records and grasped the status of the existing patients in the Fangcang shelter hospital.

"Brother, guess how many lumps of candy I have in my hand. If it is correct, I will give you both lumps of candy." Chu Zhixi stood in front of Wu Mian with her hands behind her back and said with squinting eyes.

"Old stalker, I can't laugh, change to a new one."

"Are you wrong? The kitten said, my Tas1r2 gene lacks 247 base pairs and cannot synthesize the protein needed for sweetness receptors, so I can't taste the sweetness. What do I want sugar for?" Chu Zhixi said seriously. .

"The dog laughed." Wu Mian squinted and said, "So this sugar is made by amylase reaction to stimulate aspartame. When you eat, it stimulates your β19 olfactory nerve reflex arc, so you still I will feel the sweet taste. This is the taste of love."

"Hehe." Chu Zhixi was in a pretty good mood, and asked when she stood in front of Wu Mian's table, "Brother, you are also in a good mood."

"If a patient is discharged, we can look forward to the next node-bed and others."

"When that day comes, I'm afraid it won't take long before we can go home." Chu Zhixi said.

"Almost, I'm really waiting for someone in bed. It is estimated that I can add a new reset in two weeks, and I can go home in a few days." Wu Mian said, "I'm tired, and suddenly I feel homesick."

"After going home, you must sleep well for three days and three nights. No one wants to wake me up."

"I'm worried about being scolded to death by my mother when I go home." Wu Mian was a little worried.

"Mom didn't have time to scold you, she helped out in the neighborhood committee, and now even Lao Lin has gone down the mountain."

"Lao Lin, I know, it was hard work to be arranged to go to the intersection." Wu Mian smiled and stroked his bunny ears. The yellow bunny ears flickered and trembled slightly, making them a mess.

The two chatted lightly, not thinking about what to say.

This feeling is particularly good.

"Uncle." A little boy came quietly, his hands behind his back, as if there was something hidden.

"Huh?" Wu Mian knew him. He just came to the physics teacher to tell his classmates that I love you.

"Are you wearing cos on your head?"

"A lover gave it to me." Wu Mian smiled, "What's wrong? Does it look strange?"

"I showed your video to my classmates, they all like you very much."

"It's great, thank them for me." Wu Mian said, squinting.

"Today is Valentine's Day. They asked me to make a small gift for you, wishing you a happy Valentine's Day." The little boy finished speaking, and took out his hand from behind.

A small windmill made of white paper appeared in front of Wu Mian.

"Wow~" Chu Zhixi exclaimed.

She and Wu Mian never missed Valentine's Day, and even this day was forgotten because of Tianhe's busyness and tension.

"It's so beautiful, take your breath." Wu Mian stood up, lay on the table, leaned over and looked at the little windmill and said.

The little boy was taken aback, then scratched his head and smiled, "I forgot that you can't breathe in protective clothing anymore."

He pulled down the mask, took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully.

The windmill turns, like a big windmill in the wilderness, slowly moving, full of vitality.

"Thank you." Wu Mian took the windmill from the child, glanced at it, and smiled, "Besides, thank you classmates for me."

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded vigorously, "Uncle, you have worked hard!"

"It's not hard." Wu Mian asked, looking at the windmill, "Your test was negative yesterday, are you looking forward to going home?"

"It's okay," the little boy said. "When I go home, it's the same as I'm here. It's all about taking online classes and chatting with classmates. My parents are not there, so I can't take care of me."

Wu Mian smiled slightly, and forcibly resisted not giving the little boy a headshot.

"Do you have a pen? Let me use it." Wu Mian asked.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Writing." Wu Mian said, "The words written on the windmill are more interesting."

"Really!" The little boy immediately ran back to find a pen.

Chu Zhixi smiled and said, "Brother, you are really in a good mood."

"That is." Wu Mian felt so too, "I must be very happy when I think of seeing the lights up in front of me."

"And don't you think the atmosphere of the shelter is much more harmonious than you think."

"You don't need to spend money, food and lodging are governed by the state, as long as you can sink your heart, you will definitely get better." Wu Mian said.

"It would be great if medical treatment didn't cost money in the future."

"That is the goal of the struggle, who knows when it will be achieved." Wu Mian said, "Don't think about it, cherish the time in the cabin."

"By the way, I saw a lot of people on the Internet talking sourly that the square cabin is not good, that's not good." Chu Zhixi reached out and touched Wu Mian's rabbit ears, and said with squinting eyes.

"It's not farming after listening to the cricket call," Wu Mian said contemptuously, "Don't forget to add a few patients' WeChat accounts, and some photos and videos."

"Added." Chu Zhixi said, "I'm going to compare my heart with them for the next batch of discharged patients."

"Hey." Wu Mian smiled.

Just be happy everyone.

Looking back on his worries before establishing the Fangcang shelter hospital, Wu Mian felt a little funny.

It seems that the time spent abroad is too long, causing some ideas to fail to keep up.

The principal didn't seem to be so worried about himself, but the facts proved that he was right.

"Uncle, here you are!" The little boy ran back and handed the pen to Wu Mian.

"What do you write?"

Wu Mian looked at the little boy and asked.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

"No." Wu Mian said, "Tomorrow will not be Valentine's Day. By the way, NetEase has donated homework for the winter vacation. Do you want it?"

"..."

"Haha, brother, don't make trouble." Chu Zhixi smiled.

Holding a pen, Wu Mian said while tracing on the windmill, "I really want to see you children grow up right away."

"why?"

"You have caught up with the country's rising period, and you have personally experienced this epidemic..."

Wu Mian said indifferently, and he paused when he was half talking.

"Uncle, what then?"

"How do you think we handled this time?" Wu Mian asked.

"Not good." The little boy said, "Uncle, I can also go online. Don't bully me."

"There have been cases of deaths from new pneumonia patients in the United States and Japan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe a few months, maybe a few years, when you grow up and understand what we have gone through, you will be sincerely feeling this Things are so vulnerable to the Chinese people, so they won so much."

The little boy did not understand what Wu Mian was talking about.

"I am really looking forward to what you will become by then."

Wu Mian moved quickly, and a few minutes later, he handed the windmill to the little boy.

He glanced at it and drew a lot of rough lines with a ball pen, and no words could be seen.

"uncle?"

"You blow it."

The little boy tried to blow.

The windmill turned, and as the speed got faster and faster, a few words appeared before his eyes.

Guotai Minan.