Xue Chunhe twisted the door handle. The office was unlocked and the door was opened.


    Glancing in, Wu Mian was not in the office. He hesitated for a moment. As soon as he was about to close the door, Professor Wang strode over and hit Xue Chunhe on his shoulder.


    "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wu is not here. Let''s go to my office first." Xue Chunhe grabbed the door handle and hurriedly said.


    "I''m looking for Wu Mian, but I''m not looking for you." Professor Wang slammed the door and walked into Wu Mian''s office.


    Xue Chunhe was very unhappy, but he couldn''t say.


    Why is this man a big man in a certain field of domestic medical treatment? Why is he so domineering when receiving people and things? Not only overbearing, but also impolite. Now looking back, Mr. Wu''s usual style can be described as amiable.


    The room was empty. There was a desk with a computer and a printer on it. There are several books on the back cabinet, most of which are in English. There are several medical books published in China, of which the medical record writing standard is placed in the middle, which is quite dazzling.


    "What did Wu Mian do?" Professor Wang carried his back and glanced at Wu Mian''s office. He stood in front of the window and looked at the ups and downs of the mountains opposite. His mood was so quiet that he was not very angry.


    "Wu... Teacher went to see the patient," Xue Chunhe said.


    "Suffering..." Professor Wang just wanted to say something. He immediately remembered the identity of the patient and the purpose of his trip. He turned and said, "let''s go together."


    Xue Chunhe bowed his head and remained silent.


    "Dean Xue?" Professor Wang could feel the hostility from Xue Chunhe.


    Originally, with Xue Chunhe''s social experience and the experience of being severely beaten by the society for decades, he has already smoothed out the roundness of all water chestnut on his body. This should not be the case.


    But Professor Wang was really annoying, and teacher Wu made it clear that he didn''t want to see him, so there might not be any moths after that.


    As the president of jianxie hospital, Xue Chunhe clearly knew that he must stand on Wu Mian''s side, so he did not hide his refusal and bowed his head in silence.


    "Dean Xue, you are so rude!" a middle-aged doctor said angrily behind him.


    "I''m sorry..." Xue Chun and his heart flashed. For countless reasons, he thought of one thing at the moment of blessing, and then said, "crown prince Abdul Aziz has signed a confidentiality agreement with jianxie hospital, so you can''t go until you sign the confidentiality agreement."


    "..." Professor Wang and the medical team he brought were stunned. What the hell is a confidentiality agreement?


    I have never seen such a thing in China.


    When the health care team sees a doctor, it is disciplined. We all know what to say and what not to say. We don''t need to be bound by legal documents such as confidentiality agreements at all.


    For ordinary patients, there is no need for confidentiality agreement.


    For a moment, Professor Wang and his medical team were wide eyed, and the atmosphere was somewhat embarrassing.


    Xue Chunhe smiled. He believed that even if Mr. Wu knew, he would help himself round the lie.


    "Mr. Wang, you''d better sit in my office for a while. Wait a minute, Mr. Wu will be back soon." Xue Chunhe said, "I really can''t take you to see the patient. I just met Prince Abdul Aziz with the people in the Department when I met him."


    "Hum!" Professor Wang snorted coldly.


    "I believe you know this kind of high-level thing better than me..." Xue Chunhe said softly, "please come here, Mr. Wang."


    But no matter what Xue Chunhe said, Professor Wang stood motionless in front of the window and turned a deaf ear to what he said.


    Xue Chunhe smiled, but he was not in a hurry.


    Under the banner of Mr. Wu, it is very happy to directly turn off a top domestic expert.


    The atmosphere in the room was as awkward as it was. Only one member of the medical team led by Professor Wang followed into the office, and the others were waiting outside. No one spoke. It seems that Professor Wang is very powerful at ordinary times, and everyone is afraid of him.


    After about 10 minutes, a "Ding ~" sound came from the elevator.


    "Oh, so many people?" Wu Mian''s joking voice came later.


    At the moment of hearing Mr. Wu''s words, Xue Chunhe obviously felt that Professor Wang''s muscles were tense. The whole person began to "move" like during surgery.


    "Dean Xue, the nurse brought by crown prince Abdul Aziz takes over the nursing work, and we are responsible for all kinds of things outside the ICU. In the middle of the coordination, you talk to the nurses." Wu miandao, "simultaneous interpretation is arranged for two people, 12 hour shift."


    "OK, Mr. Wu. I will arrange capable forces and there will be no mistakes." Xue Chunhe bowed slightly and said softly. It is as if Wu Mian is the president and he is the leader of lower level departments.


    "Another thing to note is that the catering department contacted a hotel in the provincial capital and made it specially. The ingredients are brought by the patient''s family from the Middle East. After all, the customs are different." Wu Mian sat down and then smiled, "President Xue, you''ve been working hard these days. After the operation tomorrow, crown prince Abdul Aziz will return home three days later. Everything will be easy."


    Wu Mian just talked to Xue Chunhe, as if he didn''t see Professor Wang standing in the room, and regarded him as air.


    Xue Chunhe is a little embarrassed and afraid of revealing his stuffing. Although Mr. Wu pretended not to see it, he still reported it first so as not to say something wrong at that time.


    "Mr. Wu." Xue Chunhe went to Wu Mian''s desk, bent down 20 ° and said, "Mr. Wang just wanted to see the patient. I mean, wait in my office. After all, the patient... Signed a confidentiality agreement. Some things are inconvenient."


    Xue Chunhe said in a very low voice. He looked at Wu Mian and winked hard.


    Wu Mian smiled, "national level confidential events, even the floor sweepers have been replaced by them. You did the right thing to avoid the disclosure of state secrets and unnecessary diplomatic disputes."


    "..." Xue Chunhe knew that teacher Wu really couldn''t pee in the same pot with Professor Wang. He even compared him with the health worker.


    "Wu Mian." Professor Wang turned around, faced Wu Mian directly and asked in a deep voice, "the Ministry and the health care group collectively decided to ask me..."


    "Inside the Department, I just sent the documents." Wu Mian sat lazily in his chair and looked at Professor Wang with interest. "Confidentiality agreement, Professor Wang, do you know what it means?"


    "..." Professor Wang stared at Wu Mian with fierce eyes.


    "Do you understand Arabic?" Wu Mian slowly moved the mouse with his right hand and clicked a few times intermittently, leisurely and carefree.


    "Oh, yes, you don''t have to pass the English test. I''m afraid you can''t understand the original Lancet. I guess you only know Arabic numerals, not Arabic."


    Xue Chun and his mouth are dry. Mr. Wu mocks when he comes up. Is this really good?