Sleepless Doctor

Wu Mian took the pathological basin to show Xiao Wei the excised teratoma, and told him that the operation was very successful. Sun Qian's bilateral ovaries were not damaged by the operation and would not affect future fertility.

Xiao Wei looked at the strange organization and thought the world was weird.

In less than a day, from going to Laoyashan to Jianxie Hospital in Bajingzi, it was like a dream.

"Doctor Wu, is Xiao Qian's illness cured?" Xiao Wei asked nervously.

"Normally it should be." Wu Mian wore isolation gowns, hats, masks, gloves, and sterile gloves. They were clean and there was no trace of blood. You can be discharged from the hospital every week."

"..." Xiao Wei had imagined a miracle of sudden fall from the sky countless times, and Sun Qian recovered overnight.

But this is just a beautiful idea. Xiao Wei thought of this matter countless times, and countless times denied it. His reason tells him that this kind of situation is not even a small probability event, it is a hypothetical event that will not happen.

But an unrealistic dream suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xiao Wei felt like he had a dream, a sweet dream.

Is it because I have been under too much pressure recently to have this kind of dream?

Seeing that Xiao Wei did not express his gratitude, Wu Mian stood in front of him in a daze, knowing what he was thinking. Wu Mian did not comfort him. Sun Qian's illness was like a high-speed train of high-speed trains, and suddenly stopped, but anyone who cared about her would feel a sense of weightlessness.

This is a normal physiological manifestation, nothing special.

Xiao Wei still needs time to accept, and he will be better in a few days.

Back in the operating room, Wu Mian saw that Sun Qian had recovered from general anesthesia.

"Old Ren, you send the patient back, Lao Lin is waiting for me outside." Wu Mian said.

"Ms. Wu, is there any special treatment?" Ren Haitao asked.

"No, it's just a simple laparoscopic surgery, and normal symptomatic treatment of the autoimmune brain will do." Wu Mian said.

"Brother, go ahead and I'll take the patient back." Chu Zhixi said.

Wu Mian nodded, and turned to go to the locker room to change clothes.

After the operation, Wu Mian was relaxed and not anxious, sitting on a stool in the locker room and touching a cigarette.

When I came back, Chu Zhixi was buying e-cigarettes, but by mistake, after seeing the diagnosis of e-cigarette pneumonia, neither Wu Mian nor Chu Zhixi were in the mood to touch the thing again. In the tacit understanding, the two “forgot” together. "This matter.

Wu Mian lit a cigarette and moved in his heart. He picked up his mobile phone and went to the "New England" column website to search for news about e-cigarette pneumonia.

There was no new article in the column. Wu Mian was silent for a few minutes with his cigarette dangling and squinting.

He then opened a social software, found a friend who worked in "New England" magazine, and sent a message.

[David, is there any news about e-cigarette pneumonia recently? 】

Wu Mian did not greet or be polite, but asked directly.

[Wu! I heard that you returned home? 】

【I am getting married, so I returned to my country. David, are there any articles about e-cigarette pneumonia? I think the column has not been updated. 】

[Recently, there was an outbreak of pneumonia in a nursing home in Florida, and no influenza virus was tested, which is very similar to e-cigarette pneumonia on imaging. Wu, there is no way to explain this, and we are also very confused. 】

[Is the data confidentiality high? If it is not high, I would like to see the information. 】

【There is very little information, I will send it to you. By the way, the number of pneumonia in Maryland has reached 1,200, but Florida is more than 1,000 kilometers away from Maryland. Damn epidemiological research! 】

Wu Mian did not reply, but waited for David from New England magazine to send the information.

Soon, there were new mails in the mailbox.

After opening it, Wu Mian glanced at the condition of the nursing home in Florida, with a weird expression on her face.

The cigarette in his hand was burning all the time, Wu Mian seemed to have forgotten it, staring at the phone in a daze, and slowly moving the screen with his right thumb.

The imaging data is a typical white lung. Seeing the data, Wu Mian knew that the sick old man might have left the world long ago. With such severe pneumonia, the elderly are still sick, and the probability of survival is not high.

Compared with the 2003 S virus, the imaging performance of the previous e-cigarette pneumonia is basically similar. The more Wu Mian looks at it, the more solemn his expression.

Turning to the last page, Wu Mian's fingers did not move anymore, and his eyes were faintly shining.

After 15 minutes, the phone rang.

[I used to cross the mountains and the sea...]

"Girl, did the patient go back?" Wu Mian closed the email interface and connected to the phone.

"The patient is very stable, where are you brother."

"I'm in the locker room, now I'm going out."

After talking to Chu Zhixi, Wu Mian put down the phone and started to change clothes and walked out of the locker room.

"Brother, why is it so slow? I secretly smoked again, right?" Chu Zhixi had changed her clothes and stood at the door with Daoshi Lin.

"I asked David from "New England" for some information."

"E-cigarette pneumonia?"

"Well, the situation is more serious than we thought." Wu Mian said, "I highly doubt that the military laboratory in Maryland is moving."

After hearing Wu Mian's words, Lin Daoshi didn't know what he was talking about, and asked with a smile, "Little Master, what are you talking about?"

"I suspect there is a problem with the Maryland laboratory." Wu Mian ignored Tao Shi Lin, but said to Chu Zhixi, "The information that David sent is in the mailbox, you can open it."

"Yeah." Chu Zhixi immediately turned on the phone, tapped into the mailbox, and opened the document to read.

"Little Master, what's the matter?" Lin Daoshi asked persistently.

"It is suspected that the man-made epidemic on the American side is spreading." Wu Mian said lightly.

"..." Lin Daoshi was taken aback when Wu Mian said this, and then smiled, "Little Master, you are too joking, how is this possible."

"Why is it impossible?" Wu Mian asked rhetorically.

"You mean Resident Evil? The movie is pretty good-looking." Lin Daoshi smiled, "Normally, who would do man-made epidemiological tests in his own country~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ha ha, Lao Lin, you are too naive. "Wu Mian said, "If it is true, this is not the first time, and it certainly won't be the last."

"Huh?" Countless question marks appeared on Lin Daoshi's head. For him, what Wu Mian said was the same as the myth, it was impossible to happen.

"Old Lin, you don't really think that the American emperor is a beacon of civilization."

"It must be. Look at people's lives, villa sports cars, blue sky and white clouds, they can be as beautiful as they are." Lin Daoshi said directly without shying away.

"Hehe, you underestimate them." Wu Mian said, "Let's go, go to my office and talk."

As he walked to the office building, Wu Mian asked, "Old Lin, do you know the Tuskegee syphilis experiment?"

"What's that?" Lin Daoshi was dewy.

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