One night, that''s it.
Chu Zhixi couldn''t stand it. He went to make up his sleep after dawn. Wu Mian lay leisurely on the bamboo chair, watching the dawn rise gradually, watching the fog sea diffuse in the forest, and watching the crisp and vivid bird calls.
Because of the delay, Chu Zhixi slept in and got up at noon. She didn''t live enough. Wu Mian decided not to go back and stay another night. Just go back to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital on Monday morning. It doesn''t matter.
Bajingzi, who had slept all night, gradually woke up, and it was a new week.
President Zhou hesitated for a weekend. All he thought about was the phone call from Wu Mian on Friday.
Renal failure, advanced cancer, Wu Mian didn''t even see the "patient". Can you call?
This is something magical. Dean Zhou can''t think of any reason.
What did Wu Mian, who didn''t want to take care of the old Wu family, say? Maybe it''s just the impetuosity of the young people. In President Zhou''s heart, he has actually begun to count down his old man, such as the shroud and other items are ready.
But after all, President Zhou temporarily decided on Sunday night to collect blood on Monday morning. In case... Certainly not, but it will take some trouble to collect blood. Don''t regret it at that time.
After all, the scene of Wu Mian lying directly in the coffin is unforgettable to President Zhou.
And Taoist priest Lin of laogua mountain didn''t know what relationship he had with Wu Mian. He even opened his mouth and shut up. Little martial uncle shouted.
Although President Zhou didn''t believe in these strange things, but... Plus his son has been encouraging and determined, so he took the old man to the hospital for blood test early in the morning.
Seeing that his son was pushing a wheelchair and whether they were talking and laughing, director Zhou felt a little warm. It''s rare that the little rabbit knows how to be filial to the old man.
When he came to the hospital for blood test, director Zhou didn''t leave, so he squatted in the laboratory and waited for urgent investigation and return.
When things come to an end, there are less tangles, but more strange and inexplicable expectations.
Is Wu Mian really good? Is there any strange saying about laogua mountain? If it''s OK, can your old man live two more years?
These things constantly appear in President Zhou''s mind and can''t be pressed down. Although he thought it was ridiculous, Wu Mian just made a phone call, didn''t see anyone and didn''t take medicine. He didn''t even do the most mysterious Qigong posture. How could it be good!
"Dean, the test results are very good." the doctor on duty in the laboratory department came out with a happy face with the test sheet just printed out.
"Hmm? Very good?" Dean Zhou was stunned.
"Yes, blood routine, hemoglobin is slightly lower, but anemia can''t be diagnosed..."
"What about kidney function?"
"Nothing, very normal." the doctor in the laboratory department said with a smile with the test sheet.
Normal!
These two words fell on President Zhou''s head like thunder.
Renal failure, really let Wu Mian cure it by phone?!
I strangled him, that boy... The picture flashed back in front of President Zhou''s eyes was still that Wu Mian was lying in the coffin in Khaki windbreaker, sunglasses and black calf leather gloves.
This is what ordinary people can do!
Lao Gua Shan''s little martial uncle was so awesome. Director Zhou thought to himself, grabbed the test sheet and narrowed his eyes.
Urea nitrogen, normal! Creatinine, the upper limit of normal value, can be said to be normal! Carbon dioxide binding
Renal failure disappeared.
"Dad, what''s the result of my grandpa''s examination?" Zhou Liangliang asked. As he asked, he stretched out his head and looked at the test sheet.
"It''s all right." President Zhou was a little confused after his ecstasy.
"It''s really all right..." Zhou Liangliang''s tone was a little strange, but President Zhou was in a trance and didn''t hear it.
"You take your grandpa home. Be careful not to knock." hospital director Zhou arranged.
With that, he took a look at the time, explained to the old man, and ran to the mechanism building.
Let''s wait a minute. We must not regard Wu Mian as a doctor under our own hands. He is Lao guashan''s little martial uncle. He can "cure" the old man''s renal failure in one phone call!
Just in time for work, President Zhou stood on the first floor of the organ building. How strange he looked. When the people who came and went greeted him, President Zhou was very annoyed.
At eight o''clock, Wu Mian hasn''t arrived yet.
President Zhou was nipped in the bud as soon as he felt a little unhappy.
Can people like Wu Mian have stomach Fei? Holding the master''s test sheet in his hand, director Zhou thought in his heart. Without doing anything, the renal function returned to normal. President Zhou insisted for many years and his faith wavered.
"Dean, why are you there?" section chief Duan came to work unsteadily. He saw President Zhou standing at the door of the medical department and asked in surprise.
"It''s all right. I''ll wait for section chief Wu." Dean Zhou replied absently.
"..." section chief Duan quickly changed his clothes and chatted with President Zhou. But the feeling of chatting is so strange. There is always something missing. Thinking is not on the same channel and speaking by himself. President Zhou can connect sometimes and can''t.
What''s the matter? Section chief Duan observed his words and expressions and soon found the test sheet held by President Zhou in his hand.
With a movement in his heart, section chief Duan began to talk.
With normal renal function, President Zhou and other Wu Mian listed these relevant conditions together, section chief Duan vaguely felt that he had found a great thing.
Can it be said that Wu Mian cured the old man''s kidney failure?!
They are all medical people. Who can believe such a absurd thing.
"President Zhou, section chief Duan, this is you two." Wu Mian walked in with a spring face, and Chu knew Xi was as beautiful as a flower.
Wu Mian greeted with a smile, and the former gloom was swept away. The white jade like skin emits light faintly. President Zhou can''t help staring at Wu Mian and looking carefully. It seems that there is something wrong.
"Dean Zhou, what can I do for you?" asked Wu Mian.
"Chief Wu, is it convenient?" President Zhou responded and asked.
"Hmm?" Wu Mian glanced and saw the test sheet in President Zhou''s hand. He immediately understood and said, "you''re busy with the old man''s business first. You''ve delayed a course of treatment. Try not to delay more time."
"OK, OK, I''ll take the time to send it to the provincial tumor." President Zhou said, then squeezed his eyes, called Wu Mian aside and asked cautiously, "Xiao Wu, ask you something, you tell the truth."
"You said."
"Can my father recover from this disease?"
Wu Mian smiled.
It is also human nature to have a long view of Shu. This man has no time to be satisfied.
"Go to provincial cancer chemotherapy and take care of it carefully. It''s estimated that there''s no problem living another year. If you want two or three years, there''s little chance." Wu Mian told the truth.
President Zhou was disappointed, but on second thought, Wu Mian changed his life against the sky and extended his life by one year.
To prolong one year''s life, these four words alone are worth a lot of money. I can''t help but be satisfied.
"Thank you."
With that, President Zhou made a deep bow.
When section chief Duan saw it from a distance, his eyes almost didn''t come out.
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Note: in Zhizhi''s new work "Miss Biao", a group of little beauties who have just reached the hairpin lie on the wall to see the story of handsome men.