Sleepless Doctor

Sitting in the office, Wu Mian is studying how to improve the positioning of the brain pacemaker. Yuan Xiaoli's feelings and surprises from afar have nothing to do with him.

He was so focused that his white jade fingers sometimes hit the keyboard and sometimes hit the desktop.

Recently, the results of treatment for patients with Alzheimer's disease are very satisfactory. Director Zhou Guohui is also constantly studying. Wu Mian has basically stopped going to the operating room except for watching him make a few at the beginning.

Follow the ward round every morning, collect data, improve the software, and make it more perfect.

Go home at night, accompany parents to eat, talk and laugh, often scolded, plain as water, but also joyful. As the days passed, Wu Mian gradually got used to the rhythm of life in his hometown.

...

After Double Eleven, Bajingzi ushered in the second snowfall.

The snow was heavy this time, and the snow in the faculty of the Jianxie Hospital was so thick that it would have no ankles if you stepped on it.

Wu Mian was also in interest, pulling Chu Zhixi out for a walk. The creaking snow was not the only sound. The sanitary officer picked up the big broom and shovel and started to clear the snow under the organization of Matthew De.

Since childhood, Wu Mian has seen Qingxue a lot, and has long been used to it. It's just that this time is different from usual. Two young guys mingled in the team, carrying a machine similar to a wind fire extinguisher on their shoulders.

Blow a road with the wind, and the sidewalk is as clean as it has never snowed. Instead of sweeping it over and over again with a big broom as usual.

"Brother, when did Bajingzi use this to start blowing snow? East... West... Next time it snows, you go to Ximener to clear the snow with your back on your back. I will post a circle of friends." Chu Zhixi said with a smile.

"The homophonic stem is to deduct the money." Wu Mian said, "The hair dryer is very good. It doesn't need to be estimated that the economic conditions are not good. The snow that has just fallen is still soft, and it is more comfortable to blow directly on both sides of the road. It is indeed more comfortable than sweeping it out. The road is much cleaner."

"In a few years, it's time to use intelligent robots." Chu Zhixi smiled.

Wu Mian was startled slightly, and the little things in life changed inadvertently.

Imagine that there were a dozen little guys running in the campus of the Jianxie Hospital, blowing away the snow with 360-degree wind without dead ends, the situation was quite shocking.

You don’t even need to stop in the snow to clean, and blow while blowing. Anyway, it is an intelligent robot that won’t feel cold.

"Brother, what do you think?" Chu Zhixi bent over and squeezed a snowball. Seeing Wu Mian staring at her hand tightly, she also felt bored, so she asked quietly.

"I'm thinking..." Wu Mian said with a smile, "What if the snowdrift is blown high."

"There is a car."

"Girl." Wu Mian said sternly.

"what?"

"When the time comes, the snow shoveling staff will put on the powered exoskeleton and transform into a Gundam to shovel snow."

"..." Chu Zhixi smiled happily.

"Go, let's go to the special needs ward." Wu Mian said.

"You drive, the snow is too big." Chu Zhixi said.

Wu Mian took the car key, made a call with Matthew De, and then drove slowly away from Jianxie Hospital.

When we came to the special needs ward, Wei Dabao was not there. He was out of work today. It was two doctors from the University of Medical Sciences who were taking over.

There was no special work, Wu Mian went directly to Fan Zhongzhi's small courtyard and knocked on the door gently.

After knocking three times, Wu Mian opened the door and entered.

The path in the yard has been cleared long ago, and a winter plum blossoms in the wind in the white yard with bright colors.

Wu Mian was very satisfied, holding hands with big hands, and entering the house with Chu Zhixi.

Fan Zhongzhi and Chu Boxiong were sitting at the table drinking tea. Wu Mian felt that this picture was strange.

"Doctor Wu is here." Chu Boxiong looked directly at Wu Mian with his vast eyes like falling snow. For a moment, Wu Mian even felt that Mr. Chu could "see" himself.

"Mr. Chu, you two are very interested." Wu Mian said with a smile.

"Sit down, I'll make tea for you." Mr. Chu said, "Mr. Fan, you go on, I'm listening."

Fan Zhongzhi glanced at Wu Mian and asked, "Boy, come to the rounds?"

"Well, take a look." Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi sat down, "There is nothing wrong with this right now, just come once in three days. Your old man will not wait to see me..."

"Don't chirp." Fan Zhongzhi smiled and stretched out his hand to strike.

"What are you talking about?" Wu Mian asked.

"Talk about what happened back then." With a wooden clamp in his right hand, Chu Boxiong blanched two tea bowls in boiling water, rinsed them three times, and placed them in front of Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi.

"Mr. Fan and I like black tea. If you are not used to drinking it, you will have some."

"I also like black tea." Chu Zhixi said.

"Well, Lapsang Souchong, it's good." Wu Mian said, "It's the smell of rotten sweet potatoes, especially like the autumn vegetables my mother used to store. There were few sweet potatoes at that time, and only the Chinese New Year can eat sweet potatoes with pulp. Until now I still remember the smell, I'm afraid I won't forget it for a lifetime."

"Candy sweet potatoes?" Chu Boxiong asked.

"Yeah." Wu Mian said, "You two continue."

While he was talking, he watched Chu Boxiong's movements.

Although Mr. Chu is blind, his movements are very steady, as if his eyes are particularly good, every movement is straightforward, not bad at all.

"How is your side?" Fan Zhongzhi asked, taking a sip of tea.

He wears a lot, and he is old, and it takes a lot of effort just to drink tea.

"Before you fight, my dad and I ran to Nanyang, and our eyes were all over." Chu Boxiong said, "Districts are not worth money in troubled times. Just like antiques, only in Shengshi can someone ask about Feng Shui. At that time, the world was in chaos. , I don’t know if I can live till tomorrow."

Chu Boxiong skillfully poured two cups of tea for Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi, and then took a sip. The tea soup was tasted on the tip of his tongue for a long time before he said leisurely, "I knew that you were out at first, I still remember my dad was too anxious. , I found a few Nanyang geologists."

"Oh? What's the hurry?" Fan Zhongzhi asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ after fighting for more than a hundred years, he almost returned to unity. After a few years of good life, this is reincarnation. We will divide for a long time, and we will also hope for a prosperous age. "Chu Boxiong said.

"Yeah." Fan Zhongzhi nodded slightly.

"But no one thought that they would strike the American soldiers at this time. I basically forgot everything my dad said, and I remember Mr. Huang cried and said that the Chinese people were plagued by disasters, and the hardships of more than a hundred years are still there. It's not over. The defeat is certain, but it's a pity that the people of China Land don't know how many people are..."

As he said, Chu Boxiong smiled lightly, as if recalling the situation back then.

"A lot of people packed up and prepared to leave. But the world is so big, where is home? But soon after reading the newspaper and saying that I won for the first time, everyone didn't believe it."

"Oh?" Fan Zhongzhi asked, "Which battle?"

"It should be the second battle in my memory."