Professor beilac stood in front. He opened his eyes angrily and waited to see how miserable the patient who had finished the operation died.
Wei dabaola came out of bed. Zhuang Qidong lay on the bed with an endotracheal tube in his mouth. His eyes narrowed slightly and beat occasionally.
People... Seem to be alive.
"What have you done to the patient?" Professor beilac asked angrily with disdain.
Trinket smiled, bent over and dared not lift his head. The stern feeling brought by Professor beilac''s words frightened him. Although he didn''t understand English, he could hear the anger.
"Return to the ward and remove the endotracheal intubation 8 hours later." Wu Mian and Zhuang Yongzhi explained.
Zhuang Yongzhi''s body blocked his sight. Professor beilac didn''t see Wu Mian from the narrow gap for the first time. But when he heard a familiar voice in his ear, he was stunned immediately.
Although this voice speaks Chinese, its tone and tone are so familiar. Is it
The tall and thin body deflected dexterously, and his eyes passed through Zhuang Yongzhi. When Professor beilac saw Wu Mian with a warm smile on his face, he seemed to be in a spell and didn''t move.
"Belac, long time no see." Wu Mian asked with a smile, "did you do the operation?"
President sun of Yanghe hospital frowned. Why is this young man so impolite? Is this the attitude of talking to the world''s top surgeons?
It seemed that it was a doctor, not a local teacher. Dean sun coughed and wanted to help Professor bellac.
Instead of helping professor beilac speak, he should scold the young man before professor beilac gets angry.
Just opened his mouth, before he was born, the tall and thin figure in front of him suddenly folded like a mountain.
Professor beilac bent down and trotted to Wu Mian.
A flower smiled on his shriveled face, "Miss Wu, when did you come?"
Professor beilac was originally from Texas with a Texas accent. But when talking to Wu Mian, he tried to lean on the London accent. His words were astringent and a little awkward.
"Just came." Wu Mian smiled. "The operation was well done. There were complications after the operation. If you can''t understand it, you''ll fool around by yourself? Why don''t you ask me."
Professor beilac bent a little more and smiled more. "I just wanted to send you an email."
"When it''s done, send the patient back." Wu Mian loosened his bed and said with a smile.
"OK, OK, OK!" Professor beilac said hurriedly.
He then straightened up and said to the white arrow missing the sharp arrow, "send the patient back to the ward, don''t you hear? What are you doing standing foolishly, waiting for me to kick your ass?"
"It''s hard to imagine that there should be such a stupid assistant. How did you get your doctor''s qualification?"
"And you, why..." beilac faced the position where he had just stood and roared with a mass of air.
"Bellac, you take the patient back," said Wu Mian.
"OK, OK, OK!" Professor beilac put his hands on the flat car, and his smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
Dean sun looked silly. What''s the matter with Professor beilac?
Just now professor beilac yelled at the position where he had stood, as if he were scolding the air.
He also wanted to help him speak. He didn''t scare professor beilac to directly change his camp and become his opponent one second ago.
What the hell is going on?
This young man... President sun knew that the problem must be the young man in front of him. He looked up and down at Wu Mian and felt familiar.
"Get out of the way!" came professor bellac''s cold voice.
"Er..."
"You''re in the way!" Professor bellac said angrily.
The white arrows suddenly turned into two rows and stood against the wall. Everyone dared not breathe.
No one knew what had happened. Everyone stared at the top young man''s face as if there were mountain flowers in full bloom.
"Er..." President sun raised his hand and pointed to Wu Mian. There was a gurgling sound in his throat. A stream of air was rotating, but he couldn''t spit it out.
"President sun Ximing, what''s the matter with you?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.
"Wu... Teacher, where are your sunglasses? Where are your gloves? I... can''t recognize them when I take off my sunglasses." President sun stammered.
I just felt familiar. Originally, President sun and Wu Mian were not very familiar. They just met a few times from a distance. In his impression, Wu Mian''s image is the cold look of wearing sunglasses, khaki windbreaker and gloves.
Unexpectedly, after taking off his sunglasses, Mr. Wu turned out to be what he is now.
"Ha ha." Wu Mian just politely said hello, but he didn''t want to say anything to President sun.
"Go see the eye patient." Wu Mian lowered his head and said with Chu Zhixi''s soft voice.
The two strode to the ward with the figure of Professor beilac. Taoist Lin came out of the disposal room.
"Master Zhuang, I''m lucky to live up to my mission." Taoist Lin hugged his fist and arched his hand, holding the wooden sword of Lei Huomu in one hand. He was tired all over his body, as if more than ten minutes had drained all Taoist Lin''s energy, even a few more white beards.
"Fairy Lin, my father..." Zhuang Yongzhi asked.
"Your father is all right, because the change of shape is too damaging to the essence and blood, and you have to cultivate for a few hours." Taoist Lin spit out a mouthful of turbid qi and said gently, "but people are all right, and the wronged soul is super. Everyone is happy."
"Whoa..." Zhuang Yongzhi breathed a sigh.
It''s okay, just fine.
"Lin Xianchang worked hard," Zhuang Yongzhi said gratefully.
"I''m fine. It''s my little martial uncle who has worked hard." Taoist Lin dared not be greedy for work and said faintly, "I''m not at ease. After all, the old monk has weak Qi and blood. I''ll protect the Dharma until he looks full."
With that, Taoist Lin held the peach wood sword upside down, carried it behind him, and strode after Wu Mian.
Ren Haitao fell at the end. He was wearing sterile gloves and just wanted to clean up the disposal room.
This is the rule of domestic hospitals. Whoever pollutes will be treated, and whoever uses the equipment will be cleaned. Otherwise, once the head nurse finds the disposal room messy, he will be scolded for a month.
But Ren Haitao doesn''t know where to put things. And how much do you charge for all kinds of equipment? Where are you going to return the cut bag? He didn''t understand these at all. He was forced to look at everything in front of him in a daze.
"This teacher," the nurse of Yanghe hospital came in and said politely, "please come to your side."
"I... didn''t pack up."
Standing in the back, President sun, with a dignified face, was stunned. The doctors around him immediately took over and began to clean the disposal room like a robot with gears.
"Er, I''m sorry," Ren Haitao said politely.
President sun smiled bitterly. These jobs are not what doctors should do at all. Where did Mr. Wu Mian find such an anesthesiologist who has never seen the world?