Sleepless Doctor

"Ms. Wu, it's unbelievable!" Professor Barak didn't care where he lived. He looked at the toothbrush and said again, "How did he swallow it!"

"Who knows." Wu Mian said, "Just take it out, Barack, remember to write a paper."

"BOSS, why do you care so much about the paper?" Professor Barack exaggeratedly waved his hands and said, "Your future should be the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine!"

"Bellak, how many times have I told you that I am not interested in the dynamite award." Wu Mian said, "Director Zhao, Director Liang, then I will go first. After the patient wakes up, ask the specific situation, remember to tell me. ."

"Okay, Teacher Wu." Zhao Xiangming and Director Liang replied in unison.

Wu Mian turned and left the operating room, Chu Zhixi followed him with a smile, Professor Barak trot all the way, and Matthew was standing in the corner looking at this weird picture, a little unbelievable.

"BOSS, should you be nominated for next year's Nobel Prize?" Professor Barak ran to Wu Mian's side and asked.

"Why? Didn't I tell you that I am not interested in the dynamite award."

"Oh my God, you are so... so... sinister!" Professor Barak found an adjective, "Yes, sinister time is perfect for you. I am the most capable doctor in the medical team and the highest level doctor. We have worked together on more than 200 operations, and you are still hiding it from me."

"198 sets, including 3 sets of appendectomy, you have to do it." Wu Mian strode to the dressing room, pulled off the mask, and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Wu, the Nobel Prize is not awarded to clinical procedures. This is a rule under the name." Professor Barack said, "That's why you went to the laboratory, isn't it? Or else, why would you give up the clinical procedure? , To engage in boring basic research?"

"That's called unspoken rules, potential unspoken."

"Hmm, unspoken rules."

"I have said countless times, I am not interested in the Dynamite Prize." Wu Mian sat down and looked at Professor Barak very seriously, "Do you know why Nobel is so rich?"

"Of course I invented explosives." Professor Barak shrugged, exaggerating, "BOSS? This is not a problem at all! No matter how many people die under explosives? Isn't there a peace prize in the end?"

"I'm not talking about this, Barack, what do you say is the composition of explosives?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

"Nitroglycerin." Professor Barack replied quickly? Didn't even think about it.

"What is the most common clinical drug for angina pectoris?"

"Nitroglycerin."

"What is the difference between the two?" Wu Mian continued to ask.

Professor Barack was taken aback.

The name is quite similar? In English, the spelling of nitroglycerin is nitroglycerine? and nitroglycerin is Nitroglycerin, which is almost the same.

He knew Wu Mian's rigorous and knowledgeable? This question is obviously a big trap? So Professor Barak did not dare to say a word.

"In fact, there is no difference between them." Wu Mian said, "both are glyceryl trinitrate."

"What's the matter then? BOSS, you mean..." Professor Belak asked hesitantly.

At this time, Matthew and Director Liang walked in, and they were taken aback when they heard Wu Mianzheng talking about nitroglycerin.

"Nobel researched for many years? Make unstable explosives stable? The final chemical formula is glycerol trinitrate. Later, medical personnel discovered that this chemical can treat angina pectoris, but did you know that Nobel himself does not believe this? Thing!"

"..." Professor Belak didn't know about it, looking at Wu Mian, his mouth opened wide.

"I guess Nobel would think? No one knows nitroglycerin better than me, no one knows explosives better than me. Is the patent still in my hands? I haven't even passed the patent period, you guys want to steal. Go? It's a treatment for myocardial infarction? Actually, why do you think I don't know?" Wu Mian said with a smile.

Matthew and Director Liang finally know what Wu Mian is talking about. They are only familiar with nitroglycerin? They vaguely know that it is similar to explosives? But in more detail, they are not clear. Listening to Wu Mian at this moment? They were all a little surprised.

"Afterwards, Mr. Nobel got coronary heart disease and began to have symptoms of angina pectoris. The doctor advised him to take nitroglycerin for relief. But Mr. Nobel refused because the glyceryl trinitrate was still in the patent period. Study this.

Finally, Mr. Nobel died of a heart attack. "

"..." Professor Belak put his head in his hands, his eyes staring like brass bells.

"It is estimated that Nobel is alive in the sky. He is still so stubborn and refuses to award the dynamite award to the doctor. What kind of **** biological and medical awards are called biological awards."

"Ms. Wu, this is impossible..." Professor Barak's defense became smaller and smaller.

Although it sounds unbelievable at first, it is quite interesting to think carefully about what Wu Miangang said.

The more you think, the more possible it is, the more you think, the more it is true.

Mr. Nobel has studied explosives for a lifetime. It is clear that the chemical substance called glyceryl trinitrate can cause a violent explosion, and it is difficult for anyone to eat it.

The issue of patents is also very simple. The Nobel Prize's prize money comes from the huge profits of nitroglycerin patents.

"My god, is this all true, BOSS? How come I have never heard anyone say it." Professor Belak whispered.

"I told you the last time, Barack, don't talk about the Nobel Prize in front of me in the future." Wu Mian said, "disgusting."

"..."

Matthew De and Director Liang were speechless. This should be the first time they heard someone talk about the Nobel Prize, with a look of disdain.

"This is an award full of discrimination. I have no interest in him." Wu Miandao.

"Boss, I think you are full of discrimination." Professor Barack argued in a low voice.

"Insulin, synthetic insulin, for the treatment of diabetes, can you get the Nobel Prize?" Wu Mian asked.

"Organ transplantation~www.wuxiaspot.com~Can I get the Nobel Prize?"

"Treatment of coronary heart disease... Oh my God, I really don't want to say this! The jury refused to award the Nobel Prize to minimally invasive coronary surgery, only those academic crooks!"

Professor Barack sighed.

"So what?" Wu Mian stood up, opened his locker, took off the isolation suit, "change to another topic."

"BOSS, how did you train your muscles?" Professor Barak asked, looking at Wu Mian's clear muscle lines. There seemed to be majestic vitality beneath that, which would burst out at any time.

"Hehe, born."

Faced with such a careless answer, Professor Barak could not continue to speak no matter how much he said.

"Ma Yuan, please send Barack to the staff dormitory." Wu Mian said.

"Ms. Wu, what are you going to do!?" Professor Barak asked.

"I have my business, next is my personal time."