Sleepless Doctor

?　　 Xue Chunhe twisted the doorknob, the office was unlocked and the door was opened.

　　 glanced in, Wu Mian was not in the office. He hesitated, and as soon as he was about to close the door, Professor Wang strode over behind him and hit Xue Chunhe with his shoulder.

　　 "Elder Wang, Teacher Wu is not here, so let's go to my office for a meeting." Xue Chunhe said quickly, holding the doorknob.

　　 "I'm looking for Wu Mian, but not you." Professor Wang slammed open the door and walked into Wu Mian's office.

　　 Xue Chunhe was particularly upset in his heart, but he couldn't say anything.

　　Why is this person a big cow in a certain field of domestic medical care, why is he so overbearing in receiving people and things? Not only domineering, but also rude. Looking back now, Teacher Wu's usual style can really be described as amiable.

　　 The room is empty, a desk with a computer and a printer on it. There are several books on the back cabinet, most of which are in English, and there are several medical books published in China. Among them, the medical record writing standard is placed in the middle, which is quite dazzling.

　　 "What did Wu Mian do?" Professor Wang looked at Wu Mian's office with his back on his back. He stood in front of the window and watched the hills on the opposite side.

　　 "Wu...Teacher went to see the patient." Xue Chunhe said.

　　 "Suffering..." Professor Wang just wanted to say something. He immediately remembered the identity of the patient and the purpose of his trip. He turned around and said, "Let's go together."

　　 Xue Chunhe lowered his head and was silent.

　　 "Dean Xue?" Professor Wang could feel the hostility from Xue Chun and his body.

　　 Originally, based on Xue Chunhe's social experience and decades of severe beating by society, he has already smoothed all the roundness of the water chestnut on his body. This should not be the case.

　　 But Professor Wang is indeed annoying, and Mr. Wu has made it clear that he does not want to see him, and there may not be any moths coming out afterwards.

　　As the dean of Jianxie Hospital, Xue Chunhe knew very well that he must be on Wu Mian's side, so he didn't hide his refusal and bowed his head in silence.

　　 "Dean Xue, you are too rude!" Behind him, a middle-aged doctor said angrily.

"I'm sorry..." Xue Chunhe's thoughts flashed, and for countless reasons, at the moment of Fuzhi's mind, he remembered something, and then said, "His Excellency Prince Apdul Aziz signed with the Jianxie Hospital. Confidentiality agreement, so Mr. Wang, you cannot go before you sign the confidentiality agreement."

　　 "..." Professor Wang and the medical team he brought with him were stunned. What the **** is a confidentiality agreement?

　　I have never seen such a thing in China.

　　 The health care team is disciplined. Everyone knows what should be said and what should not be said, and there is no need to be bound by legal documents such as confidentiality agreements.

　　 Seeing a doctor for ordinary patients, not to mention a confidentiality agreement.

　　 For a while, Professor Wang and his medical team stared at them with big eyes, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing.

　　 Xue Chunhe smiled slightly. He believed that even if Teacher Wu knew, he would help himself to round this lie.

"Elder Wang, you still go to my office and sit for a while. Wait a while, Teacher Wu will be back soon." Xue Chunhe said, "I really can't take you to see the patient. I just met with the people in the department when I was greeted. Past His Excellency Prince Apdul Aziz."

　　 "Humph!" Professor Wang snorted coldly.

　　 "I believe you know more about this kind of high-level thing..." Xue Chunhe said softly, "Wang, please come here."

　　 But no matter what Xue Chunhe said, Professor Wang stood motionless at the window, deaf to what he said.

　　 Xue Chunhe smiled, not in a hurry.

　　 Under the banner of Mr. Wu, he directly asked a top domestic expert to turn off the flames. This kind of thing is still very happy.

　　 The atmosphere in the room can be as embarrassing as it is. Only one member of the medical team led by Professor Wang followed into the office, and the others were waiting outside. No one said anything. It seemed that Professor Wang was usually prosperous, and everyone was terribly scared.

　　 About 10 minutes later, there was a "ding~" sound from the elevator.

　　 "Yeah, so many people?" Wu Mian's playful voice came afterwards.

　　 At the moment when he heard Teacher Wu speak, Xue Chunhe obviously felt that Professor Wang's muscles were tense, and his whole body began to "move" as if he was undergoing an operation.

"Dean Xue, the nurses brought by Prince Apdul Aziz take over the nursing work. We are responsible for all kinds of things outside ICU. Intermediate coordination, you and the nurses say." Wu Miandao, "Simultaneous interpretation Two people are arranged, every 12 hours."

　　 "Okay, Teacher Wu. I arrange for lean strength so that there will be no leaks." Xue Chunhe bowed slightly and said softly. It is as if Wu Mian is the dean and he is the leader of the lower-level department.

"The other thing to pay attention to is the diet. The ministry contacted a hotel in the provincial capital to make a special order. The ingredients are all brought by the patient's family from the Middle East. After all, the customs are different." Wu Mian sat down, and then laughed, "Xue Dean, you sit and say, these few days have been hard. After the operation tomorrow, three days later Crown Prince Apdul Aziz will return home, everything will be easy."

　　 Wu Mian just talked to Xue Chunhe, as if he hadn’t seen Professor Wang standing in the room, treating him as air.

　　 Xue Chunhe is a little embarrassed and afraid of revealing stuff. Although Mr. Wu pretended not to see ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, I still report it first, so as not to say something wrong at that time.

"Ms. Wu." Xue Chunhe walked to the desk in front of Wu Mian's body, bent down 20 degrees, and said, "Wang Lao just wanted to see the patient, I mean to wait in my office. After all, the patient...signed With a confidentiality agreement, some things are inconvenient."

　　 Xue Chunhe said in a very low voice, looking at Wu Mian, winking vigorously.

　　 Wu Mian smiled slightly, “In a state-level secrecy incident, even the sanitation workers who sweep the floor are replaced by them. You are doing the right thing to avoid leaking state secrets and triggering unnecessary diplomatic disputes.”

　　 "..." Xue Chunhe knew that Teacher Wu really couldn't urinate in the same pot with Professor Wang, and he ran on Professor Wang, even comparing him to a hygienist.

　　 "Wu Mian." Professor Wang turned around, faced Wu Mian, and asked in a deep voice, "The ministry and the health care team collectively decided to ask me..."

　　 "In the Ministry, I just sent the documents." Wu Mian sat in a chair lazily and looked at Professor Wang with interest, "Non-disclosure agreement, do you know what Professor Wang means?"

　　 "..." Professor Wang stared at Wu Mian with fierce eyes.

　　 "Do you know Arabic?" Wu Mian moved the mouse slowly with his right hand, and then tapped a few intermittently, leisurely.

　　 "Oh, yes, you don't necessarily pass the English level. The original version of "The Lancet" may not be understood. I guess I only know Arabic numbers, not Arabic."

　　 Xue Chunhe's mouth was dry, and Teacher Wu came up to mock him. Is this really good?