"What requirements?"
"You want to be my assistant on the stage," Dr. Smith laughed loudly. "It must be you, it must be you! I want to keep this moment. Wu used to be my assistant, even once."
"Just be happy," said Wu Mian with a smile. "Then it''s settled."
"I hope you can get your visa soon."
"Yes."
Wu Mian hung up and breathed a sigh.
He was really worried that Dr. Smith refused his request, just as Massachusetts General Hospital refused himself.
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"John, the proud Oriental boy wants to have an operation on you?" a middle-aged white man asked Dr. Smith with an iced beer glass in his hand on the recliner next to him.
The beer glass is full of water droplets, which makes this hot summer cool.
"Yes, Dudley, Wu promised to be my assistant!" said John Smith excitedly.
"If I were you, I wouldn''t be so excited." the man next to me took a sip of wine and sighed happily. "He''s too young and proud. I advise you to communicate less with Wu."
"Is it because of the quarrel between Wu and his teacher Dr. Anthony a few months ago, or because of your academic differences?" asked Dr. Smith.
"Dr. Anthony is a real gentleman, even that bastard with yellow hair and a big mouth should think so."
Smith knew who he was talking about and nodded.
"It was Dr. Anthony who recommended Wu to become a foreign academician in the Academy of Sciences and medical school. I thought Wu would become Dr. Anthony''s successor. In that case, everyone would listen to this young boy in the next 30 to 50 years."
"I heard that things were terrible that day. It was like a pie that fell to the ground. There was no way to clean it up," said Dr. Smith. "But why?"
"I heard that it was a project that Wu could not participate in. He guessed some details. You know, many secret projects will never let the Chinese participate, even if he is Wu."
"But he guessed something from some trivial details, ran to quarrel with Dr. Anthony, and even threatened to leave the United States. My God, John, can you believe that someone will use leaving the Great United States as a threat? It''s ridiculous!"
"There are sunshine, white clouds, beautiful girls in bikinis in Miami Beach, and the best scientific research equipment and environment in the world. But that damn Wu really did so. I heard that Dr. Anthony was not angry, but wanted to persuade Wu to stay."
"But he''s gone," said Dr. Smith, shrugging his shoulders. "It''s a pity, but I have the opportunity to step on him and yell at the most magical surgeon in the legend! My God, it''s refreshing for me than cold beer."
"John, let me give you a suggestion. You''d better deal less with Wu."
"Those things have nothing to do with me. I just want to guide Wu to have an operation. Even if I can''t walk in the future, lying in bed and talking about it with my children can make me live an extra year."
"Dude, cheers!" the beer cup bumped together and the beer with white foam splashed. It was like Smith''s wave.
"No, John," said the other man, "Dudley is right. You''d better not have anything to do with Wu. That''s a piece of advice. Medical technology is also technology."
"You are too cautious."
"This is the future trend. I don''t want to be told what national security is by those guys driving trucks."
Dr. John Smith''s expression was strange and he began to hesitate.
"You can tell Wu now that you broke the contract," said Daley, who was lying in the chair with a smile. "But if I were you, it would be delayed for 24 hours. It''s best that they have got on the plane. I really want to see the look of that proud young man with an iron face, ha ha!"
"Wu is very stingy. It''s a pleasure to be friends with him, but it''s not so wonderful if he''s his enemy. Besides, Dudley, you''d better not think so. If you delay the patient''s treatment, Wu nengfei will come and kill me," said John Smith.
"You look too high at him, John," said the man. "Leaving the Great America, he left the center of the whole stage. In the future, he will pay less and less attention to him until he is forgotten by everyone."
Seeing that Dr. John Smith was still hesitating, the white man lying on the beach chair stood up, walked to his ear and whispered a few words.
John Smith''s expression was wonderful and his eyes stared like a light bulb.
"My God, I don''t know such a big thing!"
"Because you only focus on how to do the operation," the man shrugged. "The exercise will be carried out soon. It is estimated that there will be a few months left. So listen to me and try not to deal with Wu."
"But..."
"John, he is no longer Dr. Anthony''s favorite student and will never become the God of the medical world."
"I''ll think about it again," said John Smith, somewhat depressed.
If possible, he was unwilling to offend the youngest tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital.
Dr. John Smith was startled when the cell phone rang.
"Wu..." Dr. John Smith answered the phone with a guilty heart. The moment he saw the call, he even thought Wu knew everything.
"Man, my situation has changed!" Wu Mian said in a deep voice.
"Ah? What''s the matter?"
"The fetal heart rate is too fast. I can''t keep it," said Wu Mian regretfully. "I''m going to the operating room to be operated by me. If you have any questions during the operation, I''ll call you at any time."
"Yes!" Dr. John Smith agreed smoothly, but then he looked a little embarrassed.
"Then I''ll hang up." Wu Mian said and hung up the phone.
"John, what''s the change? You''re lucky you don''t have to worry anymore," said Dudley, lying leisurely on the beach chair with half a glass of beer.
"I heard Wu said that he would do the operation himself. John, this is your field. Can Wu do it?" asked another person.
"I don''t know if he will, but I haven''t heard that he has had similar surgery. You know, the Massachusetts General Hospital hasn''t carried out fetal surgery yet," said Dr. John Smith.
The white man was lying on the beach chair, his wrist slightly wobbling. He looked at the beer in the quilt and began to show the white foam. Suddenly, he said, "John, video guide surgery, how about this proposal?"