In the ward, Wu Mian sat in a chair by the window, and Professor beilac stood beside him carefully.


    The patient''s vital signs were stable because the endotracheal intubation was not removed and the voice was unknown. But Professor beilac has this confidence. Wu has done the disposal, and the patient is sure, certain and bound to return to normal.


    "Mr. Wu, I did a clean operation, but the postoperative complications were very strange." Professor beilac thought for a long time, but still couldn''t bear the curiosity in his heart and whispered.


    "Oh, it''s normal. It''s rare to have complications of vocal cord paralysis without neck, head and chest surgery." Wu Mian said calmly, "but when I was in Massachusetts, I remember I told a class and you attended it."


    "Ah?" Professor bellac was stunned. What class? when? I don''t remember at all.


    "Vocal cord paralysis is caused by the dysfunction of vagus nerve or recurrent laryngeal nerve. It is a rare and life-threatening serious postoperative complication, mainly after neck or chest surgery," Wu Mian said.


    Ren Haitao''s ears stand up again, just like antenna baby.


    We just had a small operation of vocal cord internal fixation with fiberoptic bronchoscope in the disposal room with Mr. Wu and Professor Chu. We simply sewed the 3-0 non-destructive wound line twice and put down the endotracheal intubation.


    The disposal is very simple and nothing special. Ren Haitao doesn''t even want to understand why he wants to do it.


    Ren Haitao never thought of the relationship between vocal cords and abdominal surgery. He knew that his doubts had to be understood, so he didn''t even dare to breathe and listened carefully.


    It''s just that Mr. Wu''s English is too fluent and his listening is not very good, which is quite distressing.


    "Vocal cord paralysis?" Professor beilac said suspiciously. "Mr. Wu, I have done a lot of gastrointestinal surgery, and I have never seen a complication of bilateral vocal cord paralysis."


    "I haven''t seen it, which means you haven''t done much." Wu Mian''s voice was flat and his mouth smiled. "Kikura''s research team analyzed 31241 patients who had undergone non neck, brain or chest surgery and found that 24 patients had bilateral vocal cord paralysis, accounting for about 0.077%."


    “……”


    "After the information of kikura''s research team came out, I specially organized a study in Massachusetts. You sat in row 5 and chatted with the female interns around you."


    "..." Professor beilac had a vague impression.


    But... I can''t talk about hot things with female interns!


    "Miss Wu, I know!" Professor beilac said immediately. "I''ll find relevant materials to study when I go back."


    "Well, if you have a chance to have a class in the future, you should listen carefully." Wu Mian said faintly.


    "I see." Professor beilac was sweating.


    "Go and have a rest. Didn''t you sleep all night yesterday?" Wu Mian asked.


    "How do you know?" Professor bellac asked strangely.


    "Ha ha." Wu Mian smiled and the topic changed. "There are 7 hours and 32 minutes left. Just come back then."


    "Miss Wu, why don''t you go and have a rest? I''ll watch here."


    "It''s all right. I slept well yesterday."


    Taoist Lin heard something vaguely. He glanced at Wu Mian and Chu Zhixi. The game that came from the phone last night - brother, the words you pressed my hair are still ringing in my ears.


    Professor beilac bowed deeply to Wu Mian and confirmed the time before leaving.


    Until he left the ward and closed the door, Professor beilac felt his whole body sour and soft, sweating like pulp.


    "Professor bellac, how did Mr. Wu come?" Dean sun asked in a low voice.


    "Is there any water?" asked Professor bellac.


    "Yes, yes," said Dean sun hurriedly, taking professor beilac to his office.


    The location here is very good. It has a broad view from the horse racing ground. Professor bellac stood by the window and gulped a bottle of water. Then he took a long breath.


    "Professor bellac, was he Dr. Wu Mian, a lifelong professor at the Massachusetts General Hospital just now?" Dean sun and Wu Mian are not familiar, but the iconic pair of sunglasses can''t be forgotten after seeing them once. So he was not sure. He asked twice in a row.


    "Well, yes," said Professor beilac, "except Mr. Wu, who dares to complete vocal cord internal fixation in the disposal room and say that the patient will be well after extubation in 8 hours. My God, only he, it must be him! Even without sunglasses, I know it''s him."


    The more he said, the more excited he was. The water he had just drunk almost didn''t come out.


    President sun feels very strange. Even if Dr. Wu mianwu has solved a strange medical problem, why is Professor bellac so excited.


    But he knows that the top professors in the world have a great temper, especially the one in front of him.


    Don''t look at his cautious face in front of Wu Mian. He usually looks very big, and almost no one dares to provoke him.


    Professor bellac''s excitement gradually subsided. He seemed to be thinking about something. His expression was strange and strange.


    After a long time, he sighed.


    "Professor beilac, what''s the matter with you?" asked Dean sun.


    "Damn it! You should be tied to the stake and burned as a heresy!" Professor bellac suddenly cursed angrily.


    "..." Dean sun was stunned. Why did professor beilac scold himself?


    "Mr. Wu is in the nursing and hospital. Why do you want to have an operation on me!" Professor bellac said angrily. "Don''t you know I''m just Mr. Wu''s former assistant!"


    "Professor bellac, I don''t know," said the grandson of Yanghe hospital innocently. "I''ll contact Massachusetts General Hospital and recommend you for surgery."


    "Creak, creak ~" the purified water bottle in Professor beilac''s hand was pinched flat. Then he remembered something. It was like a deflated balloon. He sat powerlessly in his chair and thought.


    "Professor bellac, what did Dr. Wu do?"


    "I don''t know. Since he finished his class and went to the biochemical laboratory that day... He had a big quarrel with Dr. Anthony. It is said that the laboratory was smashed," bellac murmured.


    Even if I recall it now, it is also a very soul stirring memory.


    "Dr. Anthony? Who is he?" asked Dean sun suspiciously.


    Dr. Wu is still young, and the status of Chinese in the United States is not high. It has been a personal peak experience to become a lifelong professor of Massachusetts General Hospital and a dual foreign academician of the National Academy of Sciences and the school of medicine. He would smash the laboratory!


    Young man, if you are a little unhappy, it will explode. Look, you''ve been kicked back. Dean sun thought to himself that his emotions were somewhat complicated.


    "You don''t even know Dr. Anthony?!" Clark looked at Dean sun like a fool.