Sleepless Doctor

"What are your eyes?" Wu Mian asked, staring at Taoist Lin.

"Little Master, I heard that they wipe their **** with their left hand and grab a meal with their right hand."

"Well, that's the case. But it doesn't mean that it is enough to separate the two hands. I ask you, when you wash your hands, can one hand be cleaned?" Wu Mian asked.

"..." Lin Daoshi stunned.

It's really disgusting to think about it.

But this is also a kind of custom. If you can't get used to it, don't touch it. There is no need to despise people because of this kind of habit.

In the first few years when Lin Daoshi went online, there was a debate in China because of whether the used toilet paper was flushed down the sewer or thrown into the wastebasket.

Like a sweet and salty dispute, there is no need. It's just what the little uncle said... it turned out to be a disease. It's terrible to be educated.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Wu Mian shook her head, "Since then, I met Indians and hid far away. This matter was later written as a paper by a Mayo doctor and published in " In the American Medical Journal."

"Can publish?"

"Why can't it be published? This is a clinical experience. If you encounter a vitamin B12 deficiency patient next time, you can think of it for the first time...Don't talk about it." Wu Mian wanted to change the topic again.

Lin Daoshi really didn't dare to think about what he did after two meals with that person, looking at the expression on the little uncle.

If the hot pot seems to be better, I don't believe they can grab hot pot and eat it.

"What is he looking for you?" Lin Daoshi consciously pulled the topic away.

"Treatment of Alzheimer's disease." Wu Mian said, "An Indian doctor wanted to come to study. He has contact with me, so he came to ask."

"You refused?"

"Sure." Wu Mian said, "When will I find a British doctor to teach, he will go to India to teach again. I will not ask Indians to come to the Jianxie Hospital. I will never, absolutely not!"

"Little Master, you are too exaggerated."

"Oh." Wu Mian sighed and said, "Diet is only one aspect, I am mainly worried about something going wrong."

"what's up?"

"There are US military bases all over the world, you know."

"I know."

"Do you know what happened to the U.S. military QJ."

"Well, there were parades in Okinawa and Seoul a few years ago, but it was useless."

"During World War II, the U.S. military arrived in the UK to prepare for landing operations. Historical records have recorded 118 cases. Tell me about the military discipline of the U.S. military."

"Hey, how do you fix it." Lin Daoshi smiled.

"A few days ago, in August, "INDIAWEST" reported that an employee of a military business contracted by the U.S. Army in Afghanistan, 35-year-old Roxh Naik, was working at the U.S. forward operating base in Fenti, Afghanistan. , Invaded a female U.S. soldier."

"..." Lin Daoshi stunned.

"What level is this? The buses, subways, etc. you usually watch are trivial." Wu Mian said, "You said, I can rest assured to let them come?"

"Not so much."

"In the past few years, there were reports that a Russian woman was harassed in India, she directly copied the guys and beat them up, and got on the ground with a bunch of people, and she was also hospitalized."

"Tsk tsk, the fighting nation is really tough." Lin Daoshi sighed with emotion.

"Forget it, don't talk about it." Wu Mian said, "Anyway, you can't let them come. It's impossible to expect me to go. India is the last stop for backpackers. I went there once, and I don't want to go second in my life. Second-rate."

"so serious?"

"Hey, let me tell you one more thing." Wu Mian felt a little heavy.

Lin Daoshi looked at him curiously, not knowing what the little uncle was going to say.

"I took part in a genetic experiment in the UK, and it was going very well, but then there were problems with the data one after another." Wu Mian said, "Everyone is confused and don't know what the problem is. It shouldn't be."

"and after?"

"I found that the mice used in the experiment were not right, and the mice looked different every day."

"Huh? Little Uncle, can you see what the mouse looks like?!" Lin Daoshi asked in surprise.

"The length of the snout, the distance between the eyes, and the length of the tail are different for each mouse." Wu Mian replied as usual, "The point is that I don't know why this problem occurs."

"No video surveillance?"

"There is no in the laboratory. I later hid it and discovered that the last Indian researcher who left every day would mix the mice that did the experiment with the mice that did not do the experiment, and then keep the corresponding number, and no one can see it."

"I'll go, this is the enemy agent." Lin Daoshi said in surprise.

"Oh." Wu Mian sighed, "The United States signed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882, but I don't think they can't communicate. It has nothing to do with money. I have also met the Maori in New Zealand. I have a very close relationship with their patriarch. Okay, it’s just that some people can’t accept the nose-sniffing ceremony. But I can’t accept Indians, I can’t accept it from the bottom of my heart.”

"What about that person?"

"Because the director of the laboratory is a scientist of Indian origin, he did not go through the legal means, but was fired." Wu Mian said, "I am a little bit overwhelmed, so I don't want to see them."

"It doesn't matter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ if you don't want to see, you won't see you, they can even fly in directly." Lin Daoshi knew that the incident behind the little uncle was looking for a reason, in fact, it was because of eating shit.

Uh...it's disgusting.

"That's not necessarily." Wu Mian said, "No matter what they do, I won't be surprised."

"Section Chief Wu!"

As he was talking, Wei Dabao walked into the compound of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and greeted excitedly.

"Dr. Wei, here comes." Wu Mian put away the negative emotions before, raised his hand with a smile on his face, and greeted Wei Dabao to come over.

"Section Chief Wu, Chief Wu, when did you arrive?" Wei Dabao bowed his waist, with many folds on his face, and asked as he hurried over.

"The patient with spontaneous pneumothorax that you were busy with yesterday, waited for the parasite examination report, and then came to eat breakfast and asked you a few words by the way."

Hearing what Wu Mian said, Wei Dabao was a little nervous. He looked at Wu Mian's neck, a little distracted.

"Dr. Wei, how do you judge the condition of patients with spontaneous pneumothorax?" Wu Mian asked.

"Section Chief Wu, this is the case." Wei Dabao looked down and looked at his toes, and said, "I followed the "Diagnostics" and asked about the medical history and found that the patient had taken snake gall bladder by mouth. It is said to be fresh, not soaked. The kind of wine. The medical history she said..."

Wei Dabao started from "Diagnostics". He learned about the diagnosis of pulmonary parasites very well, so he almost memorized all the punctuation marks.

Although it is said that endorsement cannot be used for medical treatment, Wei Dabao just compares with clinical experience behind rote and judged that the spontaneous pneumothorax of the female patient named Wu Xiaoli may be related to lung parasites and oral snake gall bladder.

However, Wei Dabao's cognition is rather hazy, there is no clear diagnosis, at best it is a guess.

This is enough. Wu Mian's smile grew thicker when he heard Wei Dabao's mental journey and the logic of diagnosis.