Sleepless Doctor

"There is no way to be unsteady, the disease is here." Director Ma was in a calm mood and told the truth. "It is estimated that the kid Jin Lin has feelings with the old man, he is closer to his son, and his emotional loss is normal. See how long he can accept it. , This is hard to say."

　　 The two chatted for a few words, and when they came to the entrance of the high room, Director Ma reached out and knocked on the door.

　　 The door opened silently, and a man in his thirties appeared at the door with red eyes.

　　 "Is the old man asleep?" Dean Xue asked softly.

　　 "Just fell asleep." The man whispered, and then he crept out and closed the door gently.

　　 "Xiaojin, let's go ahead and talk about it."

　　 "Dean Xue, is there any other way?" Jin Lin asked with red eyes.

　　 Dean Xue did not speak, but sighed. This expression and action couldn't be more obvious, Jin Lin seemed to know the answer, and his head drooped deeply.

　　 "Have you consulted the Imperial Capital side?"

　　 "Well, a few academicians have consulted early in the morning, and there is no good way." Jin Lin said, "Relevant personnel in several hospitals have also asked, the same as we said here."

　　 "We also tried our best. Recently, Teacher Wu Mianwu was in his hometown, so he just invited him over for a consultation to see the situation of the elderly."

　　 While talking, Dean Xue glanced at Jin Lin. Jin Lin didn't have any special expressions, very plain and a little sad.

　　 is not a person in the medical circle, I don't know Teacher Wu, this is normal, Dean Xue thought.

　　 "Teacher Wu, right? You have worked hard." Although Jin Lin didn't know the specific situation, he still expressed his gratitude.

　　 "Xiaojin, what are your thoughts?"

　　 "If you can, you must make Zhou Lao Duo..." Jin Lin's voice was a little choked, and the words afterwards swallowed directly, and the whole person was full of feelings of mourning.

　　 "Oh." Dean Xue patted Jin Lin on the shoulder, but didn't say anything to comfort him.

　　 This is a sensible person. After asking for a round, I found out that the situation of the elderly is no longer effective for medicated stones. Jin Lin was still a little excited when he first came, but now there is only sadness left.

　　 I want insight into world affairs. Although some people can do it, who can be really open-minded in the face of life and death.

　　 "Dean Xue, thanks for your hard work, if I'm fine, I'll go back first." Jin Lin lowered his head and said.

　　 "Uh...I will call you when Teacher Wu comes to the consultation later." Xue Chunhe said.

　　 "Dean Xue, thank you for your kindness, you don't need to call me." Jin Lin said softly, "I spend more time with the elderly, and have been by my side all these years...I feel terribly uncomfortable in my heart these few days."

　　 Jin Lin left the office without sitting.

　　 Dean Xue sighed deeply, feeling very uncomfortable and depressed.

　　 "Dean, do you want to pick up Teacher Wu?" Chief Ma reminded.

　　 "No." Xue Chunhe was depressed. He stared at the film hanging on the reader in a daze.

　　 I was fine at the medical checkup in March, but now it’s just July, why can’t I even do the surgery?

　　 I don’t know how long it took, and there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.

　　 "Mr. Wu, you are here." Director Ma greeted him and said politely.

　　 "Hmm." A voice floated in the air.

　　 "Mr. Wu, you are here." Dean Xue turned around and said politely.

　　 "I look at the eye film." Wu Mian went straight to the subject, "What's the situation with Mr. Zhou? I'm going to take a look recently, why can't it work?"

　　 Immediately, a professor with general **** reported the medical history. Wu Mian put his left hand on the right armpit, and his right hand resting his cheek, his fingers gleaming brightly under the light of the reader.

　　The medical history is very simple, and the problem lies ahead-the mass is above the carina of the trachea, and general anesthesia cannot be performed.

　　 If the intubation is forced, even if the bleeding can be controlled, the operation will not be easy.

　　 Coupled with the transplantation of implants back and forth, the curative effect after surgery can naturally be imagined.

　　 "Look at Zhou Lao." Wu Mian watched the film for a few minutes, and then said.

　　 "Do you know Mr. Zhou?" Dean Xue was a little surprised.

　　 "Eight years ago, Mr. Zhou taught me something." Wu Mian said, "Is it in the special needs ward?"

　　 "In the high room here." Director Ma said, "The old man just went to bed. Teacher Wu, I will take you there. Fewer people and interruption."

　　 Wu Mian nodded, and walked out of the office.

　　 Seeing the tall figure turning around and walking away, the black leather shoes stepped on the ground neatly, Dean Xue suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

　　 Maybe Teacher Wu can do it? Who knows, rational judgment should be difficult. But... he is Teacher Wu after all.

　　 Dean Xue did not follow. The old man had just fallen asleep, and he entered a room that looked respectful on the surface, but actually treated the patient very badly. The chaos alone is enough, instead of letting Teacher Wu scold him, it is better to wait in the office.

　　 After a while, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor came.

　　 Dean Xue stood straight, and when Wu Mian came in, he asked first, "Mr. Wu, how is it?"

　　 "I can do it."

　　 "……"

　　 Hearing Wu Mian's words categorically and without hesitation, the room was silent.

　　 Teacher Wu is not kidding, can this be done too?

　　 Dean Xue instantly knew what the feeling he had just now was, it was a feeling of winning. No matter how incredible it is, Mr. Wu has his own way~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mr. Wu, what about anesthesia? "

　　 "Acupuncture and moxibustion anesthesia, breathing spontaneously in light sleep, endoscopy."

　　 Acupuncture? anaesthetization?

　　 What the **** is this?

　　 "Isn't this a witch doctor..." Li Zhong murmured.

　　 Before he finished his words, he felt the darkness before his eyes, and Wu Mian's eyes were pressed on top of his head like a mountain.

　　 Li Zhong is black and strong, nicknamed Black Bear. But in front of Wu Mian, somehow, his momentum turned out to be a bit depressed, and he didn't even have the courage to ask a question.

　　 "Ignorance is not personality." Wu Mian said indifferently, "You don't, doesn't mean that others don't."

　　 "..." Li Zhong's mind went blank.

　　 "Ms. Wu, is that all right? Let's not make fun of Zhou Lao." Xue Chunhe said quickly.

"My relationship with Zhou Lao is better than you." After Wu Mian finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and tapped his white jade-like fingers on the reader twice. The five acupoints of Hegu, Taichong, Qiuxu, Gongsun, and Neiguan were taken through a combined method of acupuncture to give Zhou Laoxing acupuncture anesthesia."

　　 "Parallel with central venous catheterization, epidural puncture and catheterization, and then a laryngeal mask. The whole week, the old man was in light sleep, with spontaneous breathing."

　　 There was still silence in the office, and even Wu Mian's silly fan Ren Haitao didn't say a word. Ren Haitao had no contact with any acupuncture anesthesia, and he was extremely unfamiliar.

　　 "Doctor Wu, I refuse."

　　 Jin Lin spoke suddenly, his tone of voice was extremely positive.

　　 "You are not an immediate family member, and you have no right to speak." Wu Mian turned his head, looked at him, and said with a smile.

　　 Jin Lin rushed to the top of his head with a puff of air. He clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "Doctor Wu, we have to believe in science. You are not science!"