Sleepless Doctor

Professor Barack stood in front, his eyes widened in anger, waiting to see how miserable the patient he had undergone had died.

　　 Wei Dabao pulled out of the bed. Zhuang Qidong was lying on the bed with a tracheal tube inserted in his mouth. His eyes narrowed slightly, occasionally beating.

　　 People... seem to be alive.

　　 "What did you do to the patient?" Professor Barak asked in anger with disdain.

　　 Wei Dabao smirked, bending over, not daring to lift his head. The austere feeling brought by Professor Barrac's words made him feel scared. Although Wei Dabao could not understand English, he could understand the anger.

　　 "Return to the ward, remove the tracheal intubation after 8 hours." Wu Mian and Zhuang Yongzhi confessed.

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi's body blocked his vision, and Professor Barak did not see Wu Mian from the small gap for the first time. But when he heard a familiar voice appear in his ear, he was immediately stunned.

　　 Although this voice speaks Chinese, its tone and tone are so familiar. Could it be...

　　 The tall and thin body was dexterously tilted, and his eyes passed through Zhuang Yongzhi. When Professor Barack saw Wu Mian with a warm and warm smile on his face, he was motionless as if he had been hit by a spell.

　　 "Bellak, long time no see." Wu Mian asked with a smile, "Did you perform the surgery?"

　　 Dean Sun of the Yanghe Hospital frowned. Why is this young man so rude? Is this the attitude of talking to the world's top surgeons?

　　 It seemed that he was a doctor, not a geographer. Dean Sun coughed and wanted to help Professor Barack.

　　 is not to help Professor Barack speak, but to scold the young man before Professor Barack gets angry.

　　 Just opened his mouth, before he was born, the tall and thin figure in front of him suddenly collapsed like a mountain.

　　Professor Barack bent over, trot, and came to Wu Mian's side.

　　 There was a flower with a smile on her shriveled face, "Mr. Wu, when did you come?"

　　Professor Barack was originally from Texas, with a Texas accent. But when I was talking to Wu Mian, I tried hard to lean on the London accent, his words were jerky and a little slurred.

　　 "Just here." Wu Mian smiled, "The operation was good, but there were complications after the operation. If you don't understand, just fool around? Why don't you ask me."

　　Professor Barack’s waist was bent a little more, and the smile on his face increased, "Didn’t I just want to send you an email."

　　 "It's over, send the patient back." Wu Mian let go of the bed and said with a smile.

　　 "!" Professor Barak said quickly.

　　 He straightened up immediately, and said to the white arrow that lacked a sharp arrow, "Send the patient back to the ward, didn't you hear? What are you standing stupidly doing, waiting for me to kick your ass?"

　　 "It's really hard to imagine that there will be such a stupid assistant, how did you get the qualifications of your doctor!"

　　 "And you, why..." Barack roared with a cloud of air facing where he had just stood.

　　 "Barack, you go and take the patient back." Wu Mian said.

　　"!" Professor Barak put his hands on the flat car, and his smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

　　 Dean Sun was dumbfounded, what happened to Professor Barak?

　　 Professor Barack just now yelled at the place where he used to stand, as if he was cursing with the air.

　　 I still wanted to help him speak, but without frightening Professor Barak, he switched camps and became his opponent 1 second ago.

　　 What the **** is going on?

　　 This young man... Dean Sun knew that the problem must lie with the young man in front of him. He looked at Wu Mian up and down, feeling a bit familiar.

　　 "Get out of the way!" Professor Barak's cold voice came.

"Uh……"

　　 "You got in the way!" Professor Barak said angrily.

　　 The white arrows suddenly turned into two rows, standing against the wall, everyone didn't even dare to breathe.

　　 No one knows what happened, everyone's eyes were on the face of the top-notch young man, as if mountain flowers were in full bloom there.

　　 "Uh..." Dean Sun raised his hand and pointed at Wu Mian. There was a gurgling sound in his throat. A stream of air was turning, but he couldn't spit it out.

　　 "Dean Sun Ximing, what's wrong with you?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

　　 "Wu... Teacher, where are your sunglasses? Where are your gloves? I take off the sunglasses, I... can't even recognize it." Dean Sun stammered.

　　 just felt familiar. Dean Sun and Wu Mian were not very familiar at first, but they only met a few times from a distance. In his impression, Wu Mian's image is a cold look wearing sunglasses, a khaki trench coat, and gloves.

　　Unexpectedly, after taking off his sunglasses, Teacher Wu turned out to be what he is now.

　　 "Hehe." Wu Mian just said hello politely, but didn't think about what to say to Dean Sun.

　　 "Go and see the patient." Wu Mian lowered his head and said softly to Chu Zhixi.

　　 The two followed Professor Barak's figure to the ward in stride, and then Lin Daoshi walked out of the treatment room.

"Jushi Zhuang, fortunately not humiliating his mission." Lin Daoshi clasped his fists and clasped his hands, holding Lei Huomu's wooden sword in one hand, with a sense of fatigue all over his body, as if he had drained all of Lin Daoshi's energy after ten minutes of deliberation. , Even the white beard has a few more.

　　 "Lin Xianchang, my father..." Zhuang Yongzhi asked.

　　 "My father is no longer a serious problem, because the transformation is too much damage to the essence and blood, and it will take a few hours to cultivate." Lin Daoshi breathed out a suffocating breath and said softly, "But people are no longer affected, and the soul is overwhelmed. Everyone is happy."

　　 "Call..." Zhuang Yongzhi took a long breath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's okay, just fine.

　　 "Lin Xianchang has worked hard." Zhuang Yongzhi said gratefully.

"I'm okay. It's my little uncle who has worked hard." Lin Taoshi didn't dare to be greedy, and said lightly, "I don't worry, after all, the old layman is weak in blood and energy. I will come to protect the law. Time."

　　 After finishing speaking, Lin Daoshi held the peach wood sword upside down in his hand, with his back behind him, and strode after Wu Mian.

　　 Ren Haitao fell at the end. He was wearing sterile gloves and just wanted to clean up the disposal room.

　　 This is the rule of domestic hospitals, whoever pollutes will treat it, and whoever uses the equipment will clean it. Otherwise, once the head nurse finds that the treatment room is messy, it is estimated that he will be scolded for a month.

　　 Where can I put things? Ren Haitao didn't know at all. And how do you charge for various equipment? Where do you want to return the cut package? He didn't understand these at all, and looked at everything in front of him in a daze.

　　 "This teacher." A nurse from the Sanatorium and Hospital walked in and said politely, "Please."

　　 "I... didn't pack my things."

　　 Standing behind, the majestic Dean Sun was taken aback, and the doctor next to him immediately took over, and started to clean the treatment room like a robot with gears.

　　 "Uh, sorry." Ren Haitao said politely.

　　 Dean Sun smiled bitterly. These jobs are not what doctors should do. Where did Ms. Wu Mian and Wu find such an anesthesiologist who has never seen the world?