"Owen..." Wu Mian looked at Owen Rothschild with a strange expression on his face.
"Wu, you know," Owen Rothschild shrugged and smiled. "I''m a man. It''s a reasonable request. I don''t mean to be difficult for you."
"But Owen, do you know what it means to extend 10cm?" Wu Mian asked.
"There is a greater chance of necrosis," said Owen Rothschild.
Wu Mian was angry and smiled, "do you know you are still willing to try?"
"It''s very important to me," said Owen Rothschild. "I can try. I''ve taken a lot of risks in my life, which is nothing. If it''s necrotic, I need to wait another two years. I''ve weighed all these. The most important thing is that I believe in your level."
"Ao Wen, I can only say give it a try. If the risk is too high during the operation, change the degree at any time. It may be lengthened by 5cm. I think this figure is safer," Wu Mian said.
When Wu Mian said this, Owen Rothschild breathed a sigh. He relaxed his expression and lay down on the bamboo chair. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, it took a long time to slowly say, "it''s nice to meet a doctor like you."
"Owen, you have to take some risks. Even if I have an operation, I can''t guarantee 100% success."
"I know." Owen Rothschild smiled and opened his arms as if to embrace the blue sky.
He was silent for a few minutes and then put on his clothes.
"Ao Wen, you will try the food of the Taoist temple later. They are all vegetarian dishes and there is no taboo." Wu Mian said.
"Thank you."
"Then I''ll go back first. When can the silicone cylinder, water storage bag and starting pump be delivered?"
"Doing the last test."
"I feel so free. I came here so long in advance to show me the linta?" Wu Mian said, "Aowen, this feeling is very strange."
"Not at all." Owen Rothschild looked at the blue sky and said seriously, "it may be just an operation for you, it may take a long time, but it''s just an operation anyway. But for me, it''s absolutely as important as getting the vote of the Federal Reserve."
"Owen, when will you have the right to vote?" Wu Mian asked curiously.
"I don''t know." Owen Rothschild smiled and said plainly, "the most important thing for me now is to complete the operation. Besides, everything else is small, just like the white clouds in the sky. A gust of wind blows and dissipates."
"OK." Wu Mian stood up. He didn''t want to chat with Aowen.
Having just finished such a big operation, Wu Mian felt uneasy if he didn''t get to the hospital in five minutes if he wasn''t near the hospital.
This is a habit developed by doctors over the years. It is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Wu Mian also saw the transplant on Owen Rothschild''s arm. Wu Mian knew it.
"I''ll go first," said Wu Mian. "Bye."
"Wu, I hope the operation can succeed."
"Without your additional request, the operation would be successful. As for now, I''ll try my best." Wu Mian said and turned away.
Open the back door and Wu Mian goes out.
The bodyguards of Owen Rothschild in the parking lot can''t see how tough they are. They stand at will like ordinary people, but they look a little stronger than ordinary people.
But Wu Mian clearly knows how fierce Owen Rothschild''s bodyguards are.
He greeted them from a distance. Wu Mian took the car key from auvin''s assistant and drove down the mountain alone.
Back to the hospital, Wu Mian entered the ICU. He didn''t feel secure until he heard the sound of ventilator and monitor.
"Brother, why are you back?" Chu Zhixi sat in the ICU, chatting with Mrs. TOPT. Seeing Wu Mian coming back, she was not surprised and asked casually.
Wu Mian took a look at the values. Principal TOPT''s vital signs were stable, so he smiled and said, "I''m always uneasy."
"Wu, thanks to you today." Mrs. TOPT came over warmly and gave Wu Mian a solid hug.
"Madam, it''s very kind of you." Wu Mian said, "take a break sometime. You''re very nervous all day. I''m afraid your body can''t bear it."
"But..." Mrs. TOPT hesitated.
To tell you the truth, Mrs. TOPT couldn''t bear the long flight yesterday and the ups and downs of today''s operation. But if she wants to leave... She''s not at ease.
"There are many experienced critical care doctors, and I''m nearby. It''s okay," Wu Mian comforted.
Mrs. TOPT nodded, talked with Wu Mian for a while, and lay down in the next room.
Time passed quickly, and principal TOPT recovered quickly.
24 hours after operation, the ventilator was stopped to assist breathing. Early in the morning of the third day, as Wu Mian expected, he could sit up and read the newspaper.
At the same time, the silica gel cylinder, water storage bag and starting pump were also sent to the hospital. Wu Mian opened a separate office to store various equipment.
The silica gel cylinder developed by top technology is quite different from that sold on a treasure.
Bionics technology has been applied to the extreme. In Wu Mian''s view, it is basically the same as human cavernous body, but it is not congested, but filled with saline.
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Wu Mian is busy, busy with the operation after the establishment of jianxie hospital. The wheel of fate turns slowly, while others face choices that do not know the future.
Going to the newly established Fifth Academy means taking risks. Taking risks is a difficult choice for Chinese people who have always believed that stability is greater than heaven.
Zhang Zimo, director of ICU of the second hospital, came home late again. His lover left him a light in the living room. ICU is so busy day and night.
He was tired, but Zhang Zimo didn''t feel sleepy. President Xue and director Ma have been transferred to the fifth hospital of Medical University. Now they don''t know what they are like. But what else can we do? Start from scratch and face too much uncertainty in the future.
It is said that Mr. Wu contacted the Overseas Department of Cambridge. It is said that the president of Cambridge also flew in for surgery. Zhang Zimo can''t judge whether these things are true or false. After all, he is still an outsider.
Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Zimo took out his cigarette and held it in his mouth, but he didn''t light it. But holding a lighter in his hand, he stared at the front, as if he had been possessed by a devil.
As time went by, Zhang Zimo felt that he could hear his heartbeat.
In such a night, the heartbeat is so clear, so clear. Originally has been blurred in the past, bit by bit, gradually become clear, and gradually fade into nothingness.
He was not thinking about anything. There was no halo from the overseas of Cambridge Medical College, the Northeast Branch of Peking Union Medical College, or the interests of the director of ICU of the second hospital of Medical University. Gradually, Zhang Zimo completely emptied himself and just stared at the TV in front of him.
"Ah ~" a scream cut through the night.
Zhang Zimo''s lover woke up at night and saw him staring at the dark TV, with a smile on his lips.
A sense of fear lingered around him. Zhang Zimo''s lover shouted, as if he had seen a ghost.
Zhang Zimo was also startled. He twisted his cigarette and asked, "what''s the matter?"
"Lao Zhang, are you all right?" Zhang Zimo''s lover trembled and asked, "you scared me to death. I thought you had a brain infarction."
"It''s all right. Come and sit down." Zhang Zimo patted the sofa around him. "I can''t make up my mind about one thing."
Is it a divorce?
It''s usually fine. There''s no sign of it. But if you don''t sleep in the middle of the night and talk to yourself so seriously, what else can you do if it''s not a divorce? Zhang Zimo''s lover sat beside him with tears in his eyes.
"We have been married for more than 20 years."
"Twenty three years and six months." Zhang Zimo''s lover whispered, "Lao Zhang..."
"You have been very kind to me these years."
“……”
"How much money do we have?" Zhang Zimo asked softly.
"Lao Zhang, shall we live a good life?" Zhang Zimo''s lover was vaguely startled, and then heard the "bad news", which was difficult to accept for a moment.
She felt she was dreaming, having a nightmare. But when she tried to wake up, she couldn''t wake up anyway.
"I think the money should be enough for you and your children." Zhang Zimo immersed himself in his world and didn''t notice the change of his lover''s expression.
"I want to do something, later..."
"Lao Zhang, are you out there? When did it happen?" Zhang Zimo''s lover tried to calm down and try to lighten his tone. She asked softly, but when she asked this, tears couldn''t help falling down.
"Don''t you agree?" Zhang Zimo sighed when he saw that his lover was crying. All he thought about was transferring to bajingzi. "Maybe that side will be better."
"Is it possible?"
"Don''t cry, the money at home should be enough for you and your children." Zhang Zimo said, "I don''t spend any money..."
Without saying a word, the big ashtray hit his head. Zhang Zimo was black and fell to the ground.
"Lao Zhang!" Zhang Zimo''s lover was frightened. He was just impulsive, but when he saw the blood light rising, the whole person had no idea. He lay down on Zhang Zimo and cried, "don''t die, don''t die."
Zhang Zimo looked at the white and slightly yellowish roof. It seemed that the house had simply painted white and lived in. It belongs to four white landing. Don''t be too simple.
The warm blood flows through the eyes. Is this what trauma patients see? I have always thought about what the patient would think when lying in the hospital bed... But why does my head hurt so much?
The severe pain awakened Zhang Zimo from his vanity. He reached out and touched his head. The full red completely woke him up.
What''s the matter?
The lover cried on his body, as if he had just asked how much money his family had saved. If he didn''t make money from now on, how much money the family could get when the child got married in the south.
As the director of the ICU of the second hospital of Medical University, Zhang Zimo is certainly not short of money. But he is not the kind of person who gets into the eyes of money, so his savings, more than a million, are definitely not enough to buy a house in the imperial capital.
Does the lover have such a big opinion on going to bajingzi that she, a lady of the family, did it? Zhang Zimo was in a trance.
"Call 120..."