"Dr. Wu, I heard from the doctors in the town that young boys are usually thin and tall, especially prone to pneumothorax. I''m unlucky to have few girls." Wu Xiaoli said in some frustration.


    "No." Wu Mian said with a smile, "girls'' spontaneous pneumothorax is also very common. When I was in high school, my first deskmate got spontaneous pneumothorax in senior one, and finally was cured by surgery. But although you are also spontaneous pneumothorax, you consider different incentives."


    "Doctor, why is that?" Wu Xiaoli asked.


    "You have to check to know."


    "I thought later that it was all fate," Wu Xiaoli said, her breath uneven, like stopping to talk after running thousands of meters.


    "Don''t worry, go to the hospital to check." Wu Mian smiled, turned back and said to Taoist Lin, "Lao Lin, you drive to have a look."


    "Little martial uncle, do you think what Weber said is right?" Taoist Lin frowned.


    "Go check it out." Wu Mian said, "I haven''t even done physical examination, and I haven''t done other auxiliary examinations. Do you really think I have perspective eyes?"


    "HMM." Taoist Lin nodded very seriously.


    Wu Mian smiled and patted Taoist Lin on the shoulder.


    Neither admit nor deny, but the action is ambiguous, which makes people have countless guesses. What is this not a scum man? Taoist Lin said something in his heart.


    However, no matter how you ask about this kind of thing, little martial uncle certainly won''t say it. Taoist Lin didn''t want to find out. He is more interested in the relationship between little martial uncle and Wei Dabao. He is curious that Wei Dabao, a very ordinary little doctor in a township hospital, can''t fight with little martial uncle, but why does he get the favor of little martial uncle.


    Find someone to drive. Take Wu Xiaoli and her companions. Taoist Lin and Wu Mian are alone in a car and go straight to jianxie hospital.


    "Lao Lin, you''re extravagant enough," Wu Mian said. "You can sit down in a crowded car."


    "Walking on the mountain road in the middle of the night, two cars are safer," Taoist Lin said. "And, little martial uncle, tell me about your analysis of pneumothorax."


    "Eh? Lao Lin, when did you become so studious?" Wu Mian pressed down the window and took a cigarette out of his pocket.


    "Less smoking is bad for your health." Taoist Lin whispered.


    "I know, how can you talk more than a girl?" Wu Mian said. Just touching the lighter, he loosened his hand, put the cigarette under his nose, smelled it, and then stuffed it back into the cigarette box.


    "Little martial uncle, let me talk about this patient today." Taoist Lin said while driving and following the car in front, "if you weren''t on the mountain, I would definitely send the patient to medical university a year ago. This recurrent disease is the most difficult to diagnose and treat. It''s human to send them this patient."


    "Hehe, I owe you a favor. It''s bullshit. You have a place to send patients, so you''re a good place on the mountain." Wu Mian said. "It''s better than a private hospital. If you can''t understand it, you can send it to a superior hospital at any time, which is what many doctors dream of."


    "But, little martial uncle, you seem to think that Trinket is doing well?" Taoist Lin asked tentatively.


    "Well, it''s really good," said Wu Mian. "In less than two months, Dr. Wei has written out-patient medical records. Seriously, taking out this medical record can sling 80% of the surgeons in the provincial capital."


    "So good?" Taoist Lin was surprised.


    "It''s not good, but because the surgeon''s medical records are bad." Wu Mian said with a smile, blowing the night breeze. "When I was in Xiehe ICU, they finished the surgery. Most of the time, the surgical records were not written until they were transferred out of the ICU."


    "Don''t be kidding, little martial uncle. I see your expression and behavior. I think you think eating snake gall has something to do with pneumothorax."


    "Yes."


    "I really don''t understand. I admit that you have allergies, poisoning and gastrointestinal symptoms after eating snake gall. But pneumothorax..." Taoist Lin shook his head. "And you must have noticed that if you or Wei Dabao hadn''t asked, she would have forgotten to eat snake gall. The interval is too long. There can''t be a causal relationship."


    "Why don''t I check it out," said Wu Mian. "There are many common causes of spontaneous pneumothorax... Lao Lin, I don''t have to take you to the hospital. You''re not convinced."


    "Are you sure? I admit that my level is poor, but that''s who to compare with. Compared with you, my undergraduate degree is not enough, and I haven''t been in clinical practice for many years. But compared with Wei Dabao, I''m two grades better than him!"


    Then Taoist Lin stretched out his right hand and raised two fingers, as if he were gesturing victory.


    "Awesome," said Wu Mian flatly.


    Although what he said was plain, Taoist Lin recognized the irony.


    "Little martial uncle, no matter how I come from a professional background, I have studied for five years and practiced in Medical University for one year. What will Wei Dabao do? I am a correspondence undergraduate, and I don''t recognize my education in the postgraduate entrance examination."


    "And then?"


    "After I went to the mountain, I learned acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine. I don''t say there are countless living people. At least I know. There''s basically no misdiagnosis when I meet wrong patients. Where''s Wei Dabao? Bajingzi traditional Chinese medicine hospital, you know, it''s just a health center. If you order anti-inflammatory drugs, what will he do more."


    "Lao Lin, you''re right." Wu Mian looked at the night outside and didn''t want to argue with Taoist Lin.


    "Little martial uncle, what are you thinking?" Taoist Lin felt a little strange, which was not in line with his personal design.


    "I wonder if Wei Dabao will die in shame if it turns out that he is better than you."


    "Hahaha, who am I! How could I be so angry." Taoist Lin laughed, "besides, it''s impossible!"


    "Why?"


    "I''ve been reading compendium of Materia Medica all year round, not only the ancient books, but also the national collection of Chinese herbal medicines. I know the functions and side effects of snake gall very well. There are few snakes here, and it''s common to eat snake gall in the south." Taoist Lin said confidently.


    "And then?" asked Wu Mian.


    "As you said, it''s not poisoning, it''s not gastrointestinal reaction, and little martial uncle, it''s pneumothorax. How can it have anything to do with snake gall." Taoist Lin said confidently, "if you say that the medical records of Wei Dabao are detailed, I don''t dispute that. I didn''t write the medical records of Lao guashan either."


    "Go to the sword association hospital and check it." Wu Mian was too lazy to argue with Taoist Lin and said directly, "in addition, Lao Lin, I have something special to tell you."


    "What?"


    "Owen lives in the back mountain. Just do what he says. Don''t be self righteous and do what you don''t have."


    Taoist Lin was slightly stunned.


    "It involves a lot of things. Although he speaks gently and has no temper, he is a man who eats people and doesn''t spit bones."


    "Little martial uncle, I think you put your arms around his shoulder and said that we are friends. What you said is very smooth." Taoist Lin smiled.


    "There are many kinds of friends. In short, you just don''t provoke."