Sleepless Doctor

　　 "Shut up!" Wu Mian got up and walked out, shouting in a deep voice.

　　 In the lobby on the first floor, a middle-aged rural woman in her fifties sits cross-legged on the ground, patting her knees and chest with her hands indiscriminately, howling without tears.

　　 This is the traditional skill of rural women around Montenegro. If you go to someone's house to scold someone, you can use this standard posture to scold people all day and night without counseling.

　　Of course, howling is also one of the skills. Some family members are not prosperous, and when they are in funeral, they invite them to help howl, expressing grief, and have formed a habit.

　　 Wu Mian got up very vigorously, finally fell asleep, was howled, and was in a very bad mood. With a roar, the middle-aged woman was startled, she forgot to cry, she stared at her handsome young man with a blank eyebrow.

　　 "Hey Yo~ Hey Yo~"

　　 The people behind had just come in from the outside, not knowing what happened, eight young men came in carrying a black solid wood coffin.

　　 "Let this side!" A middle-aged man in a gray and black suit commanded.

　　 "What are you doing!" Section Chief Duan's legs trembled, and he looked at them with black eyes, and asked sternly.

"The old immortal, go away!" the middle-aged man in the suit said contemptuously, "This is an empty coffin, fill it up for me. What to install, you can figure it out! It's money or people, but I don't care. ."

　　 Faced with such a straightforward threat, Section Chief Duan almost had no urine.

　　 When dealing with them this night, Section Chief Duan understood the meaning of Wu Mian's words at the meeting. Not only people from the village, but also from outsiders give them tips, and this one is the chief among them.

　　 This man is fierce and cunning. He killed millions of compensation in one bite.

　　 That informed consent form became ironclad evidence. There was only a signature, and no family members of the patient wrote the words to give up rescue. In their words, this is bullying the people do not understand.

　　 Even the suit man in front of him at the end brought out a copy of the copy. If he didn't agree at noon, he would forward it through various means.

　　 Section Chief Duan immediately thought that Wu Mian had said that the matter would be posted to the New York Times... When he saw this copy, Director Zhou almost did not have a heart attack.

　　 Nowadays, they even carried the coffin to the administration building... The pressure on everyone's heart was overwhelming. With just a few cloves of garlic in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital of Bajingzi Township, every day I wonder what kind of food to buy after get off work, I feel unnecessary in the hospital. Who has seen this kind of battle?

　　 If you don’t put money, let people in... Is it soft or hard?

　　 Section Chief Duan had a face as if he had just come back from the ground. It was red in the dark, his hands trembling and he couldn't hold the cup firmly. Tea was spilled all over his body and a pair of pants, as if he was peeing. Seeing the black coffin landed, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his legs softened and he sat directly on the ground.

　　 "I just said that today, don't be afraid, the patients who died in your misfortune are not among them."

　　 Several young boys put down the heavy coffin, and someone behind them began to set up the mourning hall again. The man in the suit patted the coffin with his hand, and sneered, "Coffin coffin, get promoted and get rich, I wish all the bosses get promoted and get rich."

　　 "You always have to put something in today."

　　 Chu Zhixi was a little scared, she held Wu Mian's arm tightly. Wu Mian looked at the man in the suit indifferently, patted Chu Zhixi's hand, and said coldly, "Hold me a bedding."

"what?"

　　 The two staff around him were taken aback for a moment, and Chu Zhixi immediately said, "Is there in Section Chief Duan's room?"

"What?"

　　 "Futon."

　　 "Yes, I sometimes... sometimes... sometimes..."

　　 Section Chief Duan sat on the ground and stammered. Without finishing a sentence, Chu Zhixi had already ran over.

　　 She doesn't know what Wu Mian wants the bedding for, but the things her brother wants must be brought as soon as possible.

　　 The man in the suit was also stunned. With this hand, he traveled all over the country, and he was not afraid after seeing it. What's going on here today? Could it be said that this handsome young man with sunglasses is blind and doesn't know what happened?

　　 The atmosphere in the hall is depressed, and the people who are setting up the mourning hall behind the man in the suit don't know what happened, they are still busy in a mess.

　　 Soon, Chu Zhixi came back with a bedding.

　　 Wu Mian took the bedding that Chu Zhixi had taken, walked to the coffin, and kicked it. The booming sound shocked everyone.

　　Although there are no dead people in it, everyone is more or less taboo about the coffin. Seeing a young man wearing a khaki trench coat, sunglasses and black lambskin gloves came to the coffin, he didn't know what he was going to do.

　　 Wu Mian tested the hardness, and then spread the mattress in.

　　 "It's so quiet!" Wu Mian said coldly, looking at the person who arranged the mourning hall. Then he hugged and lay in.

　　 He lay in!

　　 He lay in!

　　 He lay in! !

　　 The man in the suit had vague guesses, but when he saw Wu Mian lying in, he was not well.

　　Horribly scared, scared, scared of death.

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　　 The man in a suit is to frighten the group of people who have never seen the world in Bajingzi Township. When the bayonet sees blood, he also persuaded him.

　　 Wu Mian lay in, tried the hardness and found it to be good, with a comfortable pillow on the quilt.

　　 "Brother..." Chu Zhixi whispered.

　　 "It's okay, I'll sleep for a while." Wu Mian got up and exasperated, feeling much better.

　　 For so many years, he has actually gradually got used to insomnia. It's just that yesterday, Mr. Cheng's affairs have been lingering in his mind, making him feel like he is in a hurry, and let him vent.

　　The coffin is okay, what if you put the lid on? Wu Mian suddenly thought.

　　 This is equivalent to an independent space, can it increase the quality of sleep? Hypoxia is a problem, but it doesn’t seem to be difficult if it is resolved. This is a hospital, so it's not difficult to come in by the oxygen pipe. Even if it is difficult, there is always an oxygen cylinder.

　　 Thinking about it, Wu Mian felt a little sleepy.

　　 He breathed out, put his hands on his chest, and began to brew sleepiness.

　　 Although the lobby of the office building is not big, there are more than 20 people standing there. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

　　 The man in the suit groaned to himself secretly, what is this all about! There is such a horizontal master in Bajingzi Township Hospital, why didn't he come out yesterday! If he were there during the negotiations yesterday, the matter would have been resolved long ago.

　　MB! The man in the suit cursed viciously in his heart.

　　 scolded, cursed, the man in the suit was really confused. In the past, I walked the rivers and lakes, and I have seen all kinds of people, but I have never seen such a person who dared to sleep in a coffin.

　　 What should I do next? Wu Mian lay down in the coffin and kicked the problem to the opponent.