Sleepless Doctor

An operation was done under Professor Barak’s constant nagging.

Chen Lu and Ren Haitao feel that at least 12 hours have passed. This operation takes a long time and can be said to be like years. But looking at the time, it was less than 2 hours before the launch.

Although Professor Barak is "schizophrenic" and can talk to himself, the whole operation is the same as talking about cross talk, but the technique is indeed exquisite.

Moreover, with Wu Mian acting as an assistant to cooperate with the operation, the process was simple and boring.

"Wu Mian, the patient has no major problems after surgery, right."

After the operation, Chen Lu counted the instruments and asked with some compassion when the patient was young.

"Let's go over the infection level first." Wu Mian said, "So young, there shouldn't be a big problem..."

"The patient does not have circulatory failure, and there is definitely no problem." Professor Barack said.

Wu Mian spread his hands.

It’s been a long time since I had an operation with this product, but I still have to get used to it.

During the operation, I thought about it several times, really wanting to break his bones.

"The fatality rate of gastric gangrene is between 50-80% depending on the severity of the patient's condition, and circulatory failure is also considered an important cause of death. This is the most basic common sense. It is hard to believe you just after the exam. Will ask..." Professor Barack was habitually chattering, and suddenly there was a familiar feeling "covered" from mid-air.

The whole person was "covered" in it, and his hairs stood up. He shrank his neck and swallowed the rest of the words back.

"Stomach gangrene appears. The patient is very dangerous. Go to ICU for observation for a few days." Wu Mian said lightly after scanning Professor Barak, "It shouldn't be a big problem."

"It must be no problem. The great Barack performed the surgery himself...With the legendary boss to cooperate with the operation, the patient will definitely recover smoothly."

Chen Lu couldn't open her eyes because of the smoke, but no matter how great the smell in the patient's abdominal cavity was, she couldn't keep up with Professor Barak's words.

These quick, dense words were rescued with a mental attack attribute, which made Chen Lu never want to see Barak again.

"What is Lao Zhao busy with lately?" Wu Mian asked, "Find time to gather."

"It's coming to the end of the year. They are working overtime every day." Chen Lugang wanted to take off her mask to vent her breath, but then she remembered that the air in this room was not much better, so she could only bear it.

"Yes, it's the end of the year. Then you look at the time, and when you have time to get together." Wu Mian said, "By the way, I would like to ask you about the couple's experience in living a life."

"If you have any experience, I've made do with it, and how can I leave?" Chen Lu smiled, "Be more tolerant, you can be better with the girl. Do more housework, don't squat in the hospital every day. "

"I'm already very good to the girl." Wu Mian said as he walked out of the operating room to the dressing room, took off his hat and mask, took a deep breath, and exhaled the turbid air in his chest, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

"Boss, the patient is really okay," Professor Barrac asked when he approached.

"Didn't you just finished talking." Wu Mian took out a cigarette, hesitated, and stuffed it back.

"Should smoke cigars, Carlinson of Mayo smokes cigars."

"Don't always Timeo, disgusting."

"Pay attention to your opponents, especially their every move, find shortcomings, and then defeat them, so that they will never forget you for the rest of their lives."

"They can't forget me anymore." Wu Mian said lightly, "The operation was done well and meticulously. It seems that after I leave, your level has improved again."

Professor Barack grinned, "Yes, I just say I'm great! I'm the chosen son of God, from the surgical world..."

As he said, he glanced at Wu Mian and sighed deeply, "Boss, it would be nice if it weren't for you."

"It doesn't matter." Wu Mian said, "Without me, your level is far from the level of God's chosen son. If God chooses you, I guess the gods would have fallen long ago."

"Boss, you can't hurt me, and my self-esteem." Professor Barack protested, "I..."

"If you can speak less and turn your attention to the treatment of illness, I think you can go one step further from the Son of Heaven." Wu Mian began to change clothes.

"Boss, you just said I was not handsome in today's surgery!" Professor Barack stood in front of Wu Mian, waving his hands, "Continuous full-layer horizontal mattress suture..."

"Well, I did a good job." Wu Mian interrupted Professor Barak, fooling around casually.

As he was talking, footsteps came in from outside.

Wu Mian's voice should be Matthew De.

"Ma Yuan, is that you?"

"Ms. Wu, it's me, it's me." Matthew walked in and said with a smile, "I also thought about it and took a look. I didn't expect you to finish it."

"I did it!" Professor Barak emphasized.

"Yes, yes, President Zhou and I have emphasized several times, saying that it is a foreign expert in charge." Matthew did not refute, and continued.

"What's the attitude of the school?"

"That said, as long as you save life, you can talk about anything." Matthew De said, "the children nowadays are not easy to manage, one is more temperamental than the other."

"Young man, it's okay to be temperamental. When you were in school, did you often go to the streets?"

"Hey, it makes sense to say that." Matthew De said, "Principal Zhou has other things. Although it is a trivial matter, it was reported to the province by real name. The working group is investigating him. Here is our side. The situation is relatively simple, he entrusted it to me."

"Huh?" Wu Mian was taken aback, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"There is a junior class that selects poor and outstanding students and gives them subsidies. This is a state regulation." Matthew De said.

"Yeah." Wu Mian nodded.

"There are red bars, so it is not a problem at all." Matthew De said, "but after the poor students in the class reported to www.wuxiaspot.com, they were reported by the monitor with the signatures of 95% of the classmates."

"Not enough?" Wu Mian wondered.

"Having a poverty certificate, his academic performance ranked second in the class last school year, and he has enough hard bars. But the monitor and other students said that this person spends more money than them every month and is not considered a poor student."

"There are social donations, it's no wonder." Wu Mian asked.

"Yeah." Matthew smiled bitterly. "It's not easy to do anything. The rules are like a sieve. A little unexpected is a matter. Teacher Wu, what do you think about this kind of thing?"

"Mayuan, do you know why I don't want to be in charge of administration?" Wu Mian asked while changing clothes.

"..." Matthew De was startled, then laughed.

If the short things of these parents are taken seriously, they will never be dealt with in a lifetime. Want to run perfectly, that is nonsense.

Teacher Wu has long wanted to understand that he is devoted to the clinic and has no distractions.

This is the choice of the wise.