After sewing the esophagus, Wu Mian turned to step down, "director Liu, it''s hard. I''ll talk to the patient''s family."


    Director Liu was speechless. It turned out that he was really the role of a lower level doctor. He couldn''t use himself to open his chest. It was only useful when he closed his chest.


    Think about the fact that in the dressing room, facing the dean in charge, he was desperate to raise questions. He was afraid that Mr. Wu had high eyes and low hands. He was a kind of operator who was academic, but his actual level of surgery was not high.


    Now, people''s level is so high that they can''t understand it at all.


    If he hadn''t stood on the operating table and there was a sterile area in front of him, director Liu really wanted to plunge his head in to save Mr. Wu from seeing his embarrassment.


    Wearing sterile gloves and a heavily contaminated button battery in a pathology basin, Wu Mian asked the instrument nurse for a pair of tweezers and turned out of the operating room.


    "Mr. Wu," said President Xue behind him, "when you teach your illness with the old leader later..."


    "President Xue, what is it like?" Wu Mian shook the pathology basin in his hand, and the button battery beat in it, making a crisp sound of "Dang".


    "Everything could have been 2-3 days earlier, or at least. As a result, it almost killed the child. Do you think it''s appropriate?" Wu Mian asked.


    Xue Yuan sighed. Although he knew what teacher Wu said was right, he was still uncomfortable.


    "You can''t use old children or small children to explain. If something happens, I''m afraid your old leader will hate you all his life." Wu Mian said a fact coldly.


    This is one of the mechanisms of human self-protection.


    Whenever something irreparable wrong happens, some people will be depressed and manic under the guidance of self blame and guilt; But some people, especially those who say no more than one in some areas, will guide negative emotions to others.


    They will selectively forget many things and finally come to a conclusion - Xue Chun and this dog day didn''t understand at that time! Even if it''s clear, why don''t you force your child to have a CT?!


    I''m not a doctor!


    The conclusion is absurd, but President Xue and Wu Mian are both clinical people and have been exposed to many similar cases. All this is expected.


    President Xue was in a dilemma. Wu Mian said, "President Xue, it''s hard for you to say, so let me deal with it."


    "Teacher Wu, don''t make the old leader''s heart attack..." President Xue whispered.


    "Try your best," Wu Mian said.


    He knows the mentality of President Xue. If Xue Chunhe is allowed to do such a thing, it is estimated that it will be extremely complicated.


    Xue Chunhe was in a complicated mood. Looking at Wu Mian''s back, he sighed in his heart. It''s lucky to have Mr. Wu here. At least the diagnosis is early and the operation is done well. There should be no problem for the child''s postoperative recovery.


    As for whether there will be esophageal stricture after operation, which will leave a lifetime of trauma to the child, I still can''t think of that.


    That''s all in the future.


    Xue Chunhe and Wu Mian go out of the operating room and see Wu Mian walking towards the old leader with a pathology basin. Zhao Lin and his wife are full of tears, and one side of their face is covered with haze. When they see Wu Mian coming out in surgical clothes, they stand up immediately.


    He didn''t follow up. He was too close. Even if he knew that it was over, it was hard to hear Mr. Wu Mian explain it again.


    Xue Chunhe''s attention has been focused on the old leader for fear that he will be good or bad. Although no one is immortal, if he dies in front of his own eyes... He doesn''t dare to think about it.


    Looking for a corner, Xue Chunhe asked director Ma, "is the cycle ready?"


    "Director Gao is in the dressing room of the operating room, waiting with people, equipment and drugs. If there is a problem, emergency rescue immediately." director Ma replied immediately.


    "Yes."


    This time Xue Chunhe was a little confused.


    He looked at Wu Mian picking up the button battery with tweezers, as if he were saying something. The old leader''s body trembled, and President Xue''s heart lifted up again.


    A few minutes later, the old leader stretched out his hands. Wu Mian raised his hands. There was still blood on the sterile gloves, so he couldn''t shake hands.


    The old leader seems to have restored his shrewdness and strength. Instead of insisting, he made a deep bow to express his gratitude.


    "President Xue, that''s it." Wu Mian came back and looked at his expression with ease. "Go and have a chat. It''s okay."


    "Mr. Wu, thank you, thank you." director Xue said repeatedly, "don''t go. Have a meal together."


    "Don''t be so polite," said Wu Mian with a smile. "I have something on my side."


    "Er... You have something to do," Xue Chunhe said with some regret.


    "Well, another day."


    "You''re welcome. I''ll introduce someone to you." President Xue whispered, "do you know that bajingzi will go to the provincial capital to develop a new area?"


    "Yes, house prices rose a lot at that time," Wu Mian said with a smile. He inquired a lot about the county hospital. The establishment of the provincial capital development zone has been delayed, but it has accelerated again recently. It is said to be imminent.


    "Yes, so it was suppressed at that time. Recently, it has been put on the Provincial Standing Committee and the national instructions have been put down."


    "Oh." Wu Mian nodded.


    "The new development area, later called this name, is subordinate to the provincial capital. The new district head is Deng Ming, a student of the old leader. Just now I called to ask about the situation. Just after the operation, let''s get together."


    Wu Mian''s head was slightly sideways, and there seemed to be streamer in his eyes.


    President Xue was stunned. Is it his own illusion?


    "Dean Xue, it''s too late." Wu Mian said with a smile, "I''ll go and see the matter of closing my chest and meeting with district head Deng another day."


    "OK, I''ll talk to the old leader." hospital director Xue has something in mind. When he sees Wu Mian entering the operating room, he returns to the old leader.


    At this time, Zhao Haibo''s old tears flowed and murmured, "it''s all my fault, it''s all my fault."


    "Don''t feel guilty, old leader," said President Xue. "If you have a minor illness or disaster, you''ll be fine in the past. As the old saying goes, if you don''t die in a great disaster, you''ll have a blessing."


    "Chunhe, am I old?" Zhao Haibo asked with tears in his eyes.


    "Old leader, you are strong. How can you say you are old." President Xue said quickly.


    "What''s wrong with this matter? Dr. Wu was right just now. I''ve become the kind of person I hated most. I didn''t pretend to understand. In the end, I almost didn''t kill the child."


    Zhao Lin stood aside with a gloomy face and didn''t say anything to persuade the old man. President Xue knew that Zhao Lin couldn''t turn around for a moment because his father and son were in conflict. He had to persuade himself in the future.


    I don''t know what Mr. Wu said. The old leader''s stubborn temper was turned around and even fell into deep remorse.


    For half an hour, until the child was pushed out,


    "Old leader, the child is lucky. It''s true. Last year we wanted to invite Mr. Wu for surgery, but they didn''t have time. We''re lucky. Mr. Wu''s surgical level is world-class."