Sleepless Doctor

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"Teacher Wu, I'll take a look with you?"

"What's so good about this, surgery has nothing to do with thoracic surgery." Wu Mian said.

"I'm bored, I can't sleep while sleeping."

"That night shift?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

Zheng Kaixuan nodded shamefully.

"Let's go." Wu Mian waved his hand, bid farewell to the others, turned around and went to the Third Court with Zheng Kaixuan.

"Ms. Wu, here we are, the operation is over, too." Zheng Kaixuan vomited.

"No way, it's 14 kilometers away from the third courtyard. If you run... can you run?" Wu Mian asked.

"..." Zheng Kaixuan was speechless.

Although he was still young, he was in his prime, but that was surgery, not long-distance running.

14 kilometers, a bit shorter than half a horse. But in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference.

"I heard that there is already a team of volunteers helping, I'll get in touch." Wu Mian was not in a hurry either, after all, it was faster to take a car.

Taking out the cigarette from his pocket, Wu Mian gestured to Zheng Kaixuan.

The lit cigarette drew a perfect arc in mid-air and fell into Zheng Kaixuan's hands.

The two were 2 meters apart, pulled down their masks, and smoked "lonely".

A few minutes later, Wu Mian said, smoking a cigarette, "Wait, there is a volunteer nearby."

"Ms. Wu, can't we usually contact us?"

"Although I'm extremely tired, doing some exercise will help my body recover." Wu Mian said lightly, "You must pay attention to your body during extraordinary times."

Well, Zheng Kaixuan did not argue with Wu Mian.

"Ms. Wu, what patient?"

"A 54-year-old male patient developed several red papules on both lower limbs three years ago without itching or pain, and then spread to the whole body, mainly on the trunk and limbs. In October last year, he developed abdominal pain and bloating. He was diagnosed with peritonitis and was given symptomatic treatment. There was another attack in December. After hospitalization, he got better and was discharged. He became ill three days ago, and now Barack is considering surgery."

With recurrent cases, it’s no wonder Mr. Wu feels that two nucleic acid tests are enough. Zheng Kaixuan smiled. Recently, Mr. Wu's OCD was so serious that he couldn't see it.

The patients in the shelter hospital turned negative and looked forward to being discharged sooner. But Teacher Wu quarreled with the dean twice, and finally decided that at least three tests were negative before he could be discharged.

Teacher Wu is simply too cautious, Zheng Kaixuan gave such a judgment in his heart.

"Have you never had a gastrointestinal endoscopy before?" Zheng Kaixuan asked.

"I did, saying there was an ulcer, but no perforation. I have been given symptomatic treatment, and I got better and discharged after a few days. This time I encountered an epidemic, and a plain abdominal film showed: flatulence, gas under the right diaphragm, consider intestinal perforation . CT showed: double pneumonia, bilateral pleural effusion and lung insufficiency."

"..."

"Regardless of whether it is a new type of pneumonia, Barack has watched the film and denied this from imaging studies."

"Ms. Wu, you really trust Professor Barrac."

"He has a very high level and talks a lot. Because of his schizophrenia, he was squeezed out at Massachusetts General Hospital very badly. I just needed an assistant, so I recruited him." Wu Mian recalled that year and Professor Barack smiled during the process of acquaintance.

"I began to think that he was an expert in Massachusetts and had always respected him. But the professor said too much, and it was magical. I could not sleep a few days after seeing him undergoing an operation." Zheng Kaixuan smiled bitterly.

As long as he thinks of Professor Barack’s appearance, his words will circulate in his ears, chattering endlessly, and magic sounds enter his head.

"Get used to it," Wu Mian said, "but Professor Barak seems to have started a new skill recently."

"Huh? New skill? Surgery?"

"It's not an operation. He is old and will only go downhill during the operation. It should be the old man who usually listens to the cross talk. I feel that Barack is starting to talk about the cross talk." Wu Mian was also full of helplessness, and said with a sigh, "Nothing. Way, so be it."

"Teacher Wu, is Professor Barak really split in personality?"

"I tried to diagnose and consulted with the best psychiatrist in the United States. In the end, everyone's consensus was that he has 12 personality types."

"..." Zheng Kaixuan was speechless.

"It's okay, don't delay being a doctor." Wu Mian said, "Actually, I have always had doubts about the multi-personality theory, but I don't want these now. I watched him undergo 1221 operations, and it didn't affect him."

"Really? You can also be a doctor like this? Don't have any trouble."

"When I returned to China, I didn't think about bringing Barack back with him, but I went to Xiangjiang for a consultation some time ago. Mr. Zhuang had a problem with his vocal cord after colon cancer surgery. Barack did the operation. Is it fate? He touched it by himself after more than a month. Here comes the door."

Zheng Kaixuan heard about this.

Professor Barack’s mouth is really nothing he didn’t say.

Upon hearing this case, Zheng Kaixuan also felt incredible. Not to mention gastrointestinal surgery, those who do chest surgery on their own have never experienced a postoperative voice change.

Teacher Wu said it was fate, but that was indeed the case.

"Professor Zheng, the epidemic is over, are you going to return to the imperial capital or stay in Bajingzi?"

"I'm going to stay in Bajingzi, if Teacher Wu doesn't push me away." Zheng Kaixuan grinned.

"In the imperial capital, you have to go out to work, but it's not common ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ you don't want to return to the imperial capital."

"The imperial capital can't build an industrial park." Wu Mian said flatly, "I am interested in human science. I originally wanted the fifth hospital to open up and I would try to study human science."

"How to study?"

“I think it’s best to do a radiography, monitor the blood flow in real time, and add an electroencephalogram and other inspection methods.” Wu Mian casually chatted, “but they are all very basic methods. Anatomical section research. If there is no bottom line like the U.S. Emperor, the research speed will be much faster."

"Uh, Teacher Wu, why do you always say that the U.S. Emperor has no bottom line?"

"Simply state a fact." Wu Mian squinted and looked into the distance. When a black Volkswagen drove over, he got up and said, "It should be a car from the volunteer team, which is dedicated to picking up medical staff to and from get off work."

Zheng Kaixuan also knew that Teacher Wu didn't want to say more about the details of human science research. He looked from a distance, and a car was approaching.

A small red flag was stuck in the rearview mirror of the car, fluttering in the wind.

When it was approaching, Zheng Kaixuan saw six words written on the small red flag-if there is a war, the call must be returned.

Six words, like a spear and spear.

Even after seeing too many similar situations recently, Zheng Kaixuan still feels a surge of blood rushes to his heart.

It looks like this is a veteran.

Wu Mian beckoned, and the black public stopped. The window rolled down, and the driver asked, "Is it Dr. Wu?"

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