Sleepless Doctor

Soon, Wu Mian received a reply.

He was a little surprised at the speed of reply. With the efficiency of Massachusetts, how could he reply to his proposal so quickly?

Could it be that……

Wu Mian got up from the bed, put on slippers, and sat on the chair by the window. He was not in a hurry, but looked at the night outside the window and pondered for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Mian opened the email and saw the result of the conjecture.

This kind of thing is one of the few setbacks for Wu Mian, who has been going smoothly since he was a child and has never failed except for skewers.

Why it came out like this? Wu Mian frowned very tightly.

In the night, Wu Mian's eyes were very bright, as bright as stars in the sky. His eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, penetrate the real image, and see the reality.

When Chu Zhixi woke up early the next morning, she saw Wu Mian sitting in front of the window looking at the rising sun outside the window.

"Brother, why did you get up so early?" Chu Zhixi asked, lying in the quilt like a kitten.

"Thinking about things." Wu Mian smiled, "Lazy girl, get up."

"Well, I have to go to work." Chu Zhixi said, "When is the weekend? I want to go to Laoyashan."

"Don't worry, it's only the day of the week." Wu Mian said with a smile, "We will go to the breakfast shop opposite the hospital to have steamed buns. His pork buns with chopped green onion are very delicious."

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Three days later, when Xue Chunhe had just come to work, he saw director Zhang Zimo of ICU coming to block him early in the morning at the door of the office.

"Xue Yuan, morning." Zhang Zimo greeted him, bowed slightly, and followed Xue Chunhe.

Generally speaking, you can only rush to the office door to block them when you report things to the hospital leaders or ask the hospital leaders to sign them. Otherwise, it will be difficult to find someone once the shift is over.

Zhang Zimo came ten minutes early, and he was scratching his head to report to Dean Xue.

Entering the office, Zhang Zimo apologized and smiled at the two department directors and an agency department head behind him, and closed the door.

"Zimo, what's the matter?" Xue Chunhe asked, sitting in a chair.

"Dean, do you remember the child sent by Teacher Wu the other day?"

"A small patient with Han Xue Ke's syndrome?" Xue Chunhe asked.

"Yes." Zhang Zimo nodded, "Now that the child is fine, he can be transferred out of ICU and discharged directly from the hospital."

With a move in Xue Chunhe's heart, he immediately understood what Zhang Zimo meant.

The hospital accepts many similar patients every year, most of them are injured by car accidents. There are no family members of the patients. The name of the admission is written in the column of Anonymous.

But there are very few cases where family members are really not found.

Even if it takes a long time to take a look, and turn around indifferently, the clinician knows it. Basically experienced doctors know what to do next.

This is the culprit of the medical office, the kind that can't be thrown away.

But the situation of this little patient is completely different.

He is a kidnapped child. And the disease he is suffering from-Han Xue Ke's syndrome does not require complicated treatment, just give enough water to drink and maintain the "diabetes insipidus" state is enough. This is not a disease that modern medicine can treat, and no one can cure it.

But the ultimate problem the hospital has to face is not to treat the disease, but-where to send the child!

The group of people who came with the children fell into the French Open, and now they do not know where they are interrogated in a different place to find the remaining comrades.

"Can I contact my family?" Xue Chunhe asked.

"Director Ma communicated with the public security system yesterday, and the group said that they did not remember where the child came from." Zhang Zimo said, "After the comparison, no relevant information was found in the big data."

"Where is the Civil Affairs Department?"

"Also contacted, they dare not accept sick children." Zhang Zimo said helplessly.

The hospital is not an adoption center, so you can't find a ward for your child to live in. What's more, ICU can be called an inch of land and an inch of gold. I have lived for 3-4 days, which is a long time.

It is estimated that this little patient has no other departments willing to ask, so Zhang Zimo came to solve the problem by himself.

Xue Chunhe feels a little annoyed, how can he solve it by himself? You can't just drive away the small patient directly, isn't it?

It's not like staying, nor is it not staying. Xue Chun and one head become two big ones.

He was holding the phone in his hand and turning around, seemingly difficult to make a decision.

"Xue Yuan, what do you think?" Zhang Zimo couldn't help asking after waiting for 5 minutes.

"You can call Teacher Wu and ask." Xue Chunhe frowned, "It is a patient sent by Teacher Wu, and the person who needs to be the ringer is needed to untie the bell."

"..."

Zhang Zimo immediately lowered his head, and he finally understood why Dean Xue held the phone in his hand and refused to speak.

No one is willing to do such things that offend people.

Xue Chunhe didn't mean to throw the pot, he hesitated for a while and dialed the phone.

"Mr. Wu, I want to report something to you."

"In the case of child trafficking a few days ago, the small patient with Han Xue Ke's syndrome who was sent to our icu can be discharged from the hospital..."

When Xue Chunhe said this, he paused immediately, leaving everything else blank. Teacher Wu should have understood what he meant by himself. As for if he doesn't want to solve it, if he pretends to be confused, he will directly change the subject and think of a solution.

Wu Mian's voice faintly came from the phone, and Zhang Zimo pricked his ears for a long time without hearing exactly what Teacher Wu was talking about.

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for your news." Xue Chunhe said with a smile, "Mr. Wu, hang up a moment. The grandson of my old leader's family is fine. He has already transferred out of ICU and is in great condition. It is estimated that there will be no sequelae. The old leader has urged me every day for the past two days to ask you to have a meal together to express my gratitude."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

After speaking, Xue Chunhe hung up the phone.

"Xue Yuan, Teacher Wu is willing to want this little patient?" Zhang Zimo asked.

Xue Chunhe’s expression was a little weird. He hesitated for a while and said, “Mr. Wu said he would consider ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and think about it. I guess it’s not enough to consider things. This kind of perfunctory remarks, Dean Xue Why is the smile so sweet? The possibility that he can't hear is about zero. Zhang Zimo is a little confused, but Dean Xue's expression is calm and indifferent, and there is no clue.

Zhang Zimo said sadly, "Xue Yuan, we can't keep the child in our icu. We are full of beds now, let's talk about..."

"Waiting for news." Xue Chunhe said with a big wave of his hand, "Ms. Wu said, what are you still talking about."

Zhang Zimo had no choice but to stand up and say goodbye.

It is estimated that Mr. Wu has nothing to do. The civil affairs department dare not accept this kind of thing. What if he dies; there is no way to stay in the hospital.

It's really a hot potato.

Zhang Zimo walked out of the office building, looked at the inpatient department and sighed.

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