Sleepless Doctor

"any request?"

　　 "You are going to be my assistant on stage." Doctor Smith laughed loudly, "It must be you, it must be you! I want to save this moment. Wu used to be my assistant, even if only once."

　　 "It's fine if you're happy." Wu Mian said with a smile, "That's it."

　　 "I hope your side can get the visa soon."

"Will do."

　　 Wu Mian hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief.

　　 He is really worried about Dr. Smith's rejection of his request, just like the Massachusetts General Hospital rejecting himself.

　　……

　　……

　　 "John, that proud Oriental boy wants you to have an operation?" On the next couch, a middle-aged white man with a cold beer glass in his hand asked Dr. Smith.

　　 The beer glass is densely covered with water drops, which cools this hot summer a lot.

　　 "Yes Dadley, Wu also agreed to be my assistant!" John Smith said excitedly.

　　 "If I were you, I wouldn't be so excited." The man next to him drank a sigh and sighed comfortably, and said, "He is too young and too proud. I advise you to communicate less with Wu."

　　 "Is it because of the quarrel between Wu and his teacher Dr. Anthony a few months ago? Or because of your academic differences?" Dr. Smith asked.

　　 "Dr. Anthony is a real gentleman, even that **** with yellow hair and big mouth would think so."

　　 Smith knew who the **** he was talking about and nodded repeatedly.

"Wu entered the Academy of Sciences and the Medical College to become a foreign academician. It was recommended by Dr. Anthony. I originally thought Wu would become Dr. Anthony's successor. If that were the case, everyone would listen to this young man in the next 30 to 50 years. What the kid said."

　　 "I heard that things were terrible that day. It was like a pie that fell to the floor. There was no way to clean it up." Dr. Smith said, "But why?"

　　 "I heard people say that it was a project that Wu could not participate in. He vaguely guessed some details. You know, many secret projects will never involve Chinese people, even if he is Wu."

"But he guessed something from some trivial details, ran to have a big fight with Dr. Anthony, and even threatened to leave the United States. My God, John, can you believe that someone would use leaving the great America as a threat? This is ridiculous!"

"There is sunshine, white clouds, beautiful girls in bikinis on Miami Beach, and the best scientific research equipment and environment in the world. But that **** Wu really did this. I heard that Dr. Anthony was not angry. I want to persuade Wu to stay."

"But he's gone anyway." Dr. Smith shrugged and said, "It's a pity, but I have a chance to step him under my feet and yell at the most amazing surgeon in the legend! Oh my god, this is nothing short of it. It refreshes me more than a cold beer."

　　 "John, give you a suggestion, you'd better deal with Wu less."

"Those things have nothing to do with me. I just want to instruct Wu to perform the operation. Even if I am always unable to walk, lying in bed, and talking to my children about this matter, it can make me live 1 more time. year."

　　 "Man, cheers!" The beer glasses collided, and the beer with white foam splashed all over, like the mood of Dr. Smith.

　　 "No, John." Another said, "Dadeley is right, you'd better not have any dealings with Wu. This is a piece of advice, and medical technology is also technology."

　　 "You are too cautious."

　　 "This is the future trend, I don't want to be told by those guys driving the truck what is national security."

　　 Dr. John Smith's expression was a little weird, and he began to hesitate.

"You can tell Wu now, you broke the contract." Dadley said with a smile lying in the chair, "but if I say it will definitely be delayed for 24 hours, it is best that they have already boarded the plane. I really want to see that proud young man. His face is sullen, hahaha!"

"Wu is stingy. It is a happy thing to be friends with him, but if it is his enemy, the taste is not so wonderful. And Dadley, you better not think so. If you delay the treatment of the patient, Wu can fly over and kill me." John ·Smith said.

　　 "You look at him too high, John." The man said, "Leaving the great America, he has left the center of the stage, and will look at him less and less until he is forgotten by everyone."

　　 Seeing that Dr. John Smith was still hesitating, the white man lying on the beach chair stood up, walked to his ear, and whispered a few words.

　　 John Smith has a wonderful expression, his eyes staring like light bulbs.

　　 "My God, how come I don't know such a big thing!"

　　 "Because you only pay attention to how to do the operation." The man shrugged and said, "The drill will be soon, and it is estimated that there are still a few months. So listen to me and try to deal with Wu as little as possible."

"But……"

　　 "John, he is no longer Dr. Anthony's favorite student, and will never become a **** in the medical world."

　　 "I will think about it again." John Smith said distressedly.

　　If it is possible~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he is unwilling to offend the youngest tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital.

　　 The phone rang, and Dr. John Smith was taken aback.

　　 "Wu..." Dr. John Smith answered the phone and said with some guilty conscience. The moment he saw the call, he even thought that Wu already knew everything.

　　 "Man, my situation has changed!" Wu Mian said hurriedly in a deep voice.

　　 "Huh? What's the matter?"

　　 "The fetal heart rate is too fast to keep it." Wu Mian said regretfully, "I am rushing to the operating room, and I am going to take care of the operation. If I have any questions during the operation, I will call you at any time."

　　 "Yes!" Dr. John Smith agreed smoothly, but his expression was a little awkward.

　　 "Then I will hang up." Wu Mian finished speaking and hung up the phone.

　　 "John, there is a change on that side? Your luck is so good, you don't have to get tangled anymore." Dadley said leisurely lying on the beach chair, holding a half glass of beer.

　　 "I heard Wu said that he is going to perform the operation himself. John, this is your field, will Wu do it?" another person asked.

　　 "I don't know if he will do it, but I haven't heard that he has performed a similar operation. You know, Massachusetts General Hospital has not carried out fetal surgery related treatment." Dr. John Smith said.

　　 The white man lay on a beach chair, his wrists swayed slightly. He watched the beer in the quilt rise with white foam, and suddenly said, "John, how about the video-guided surgery?"