After waiting for a few more hours, Wu Mian sat steadily, gently tapping the armrest of the chair with his right finger, and the old monk was calm.
Taoist Lin feels so bored, but little martial uncle seems to be serious this time. He doesn''t have the courage to say he wants to go.
Until Li Zhong came in with the test sheet, Wu Mian looked at it and said with a smile, "director Li, hard work."
"Mr. Wu, you''re very kind," said Li Zhong tired.
Originally in the second hospital of Medical University, Li Zhong wouldn''t do emergency surgery at night. He has a group of professors and a general manager of hospitalization. He can deal with emergency trauma. After not staying up late for a long time, Li Zhong''s body can''t stand it, and his sleepy eyes can''t open.
However, when he came to jianxie hospital, he dared not ask him so much, especially Mr. Wu brought the patients himself.
So after a busy night, Li Zhong was very tired.
"Here, the test sheet proves it." Wu Mian showed the list to Taoist Lin.
After several hours of psychological struggle, Taoist Lin had already guessed the result. He confirmed with a frown and a wry smile. "I didn''t expect that the goods of Weber were really right."
Wu Mian waved, "Lao Lin, let''s go."
"Where are you going?"
"Have breakfast, and then I''ll go to trinket."
Taoist Lin was a little embarrassed.
Things are not big, but their persistence proved to be wrong in the end.
Eating snake gall leads to a succession of spontaneous pneumothorax. Taoist Lin now knows that it is caused by parasites. I used to smile and remember this, but Wei Dabao''s goods
I''m so angry.
"What do you usually eat in the morning?" asked Wu Mian.
"Clear porridge, side dish."
"It''s really healthy. I didn''t sleep all night. I''m tired from tossing and turning."
"OK."
Taoist Lin didn''t know what little martial uncle was going to say about Wei Dabao. He was a little unwilling, but more worried.
They walked out of jianxie hospital and came to bajingzi street. Taoist Lin wore a Taoist robe, which attracted the attention of the villagers of bajingzi.
People salute from time to time, but few people come up to chat up. The villagers maintained a certain degree of awe for Taoist Lin, even more fear than respect.
"Lao Lin, don''t be polite to you." Wu Mian took Taoist Lin to the steamed stuffed bun shop in the bajingzi Hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, bought a drawer of small steamed buns and asked for a portion of bean curd.
"Little martial uncle, you don''t want to go home and have breakfast with little martial mother." Taoist Lin felt that Wu Mian valued sex and despised friends, which was quite unfair.
"Lao Lin, your eyes," said Wu Mian contemptuously, "didn''t you see? I just bought a piece of bean curd."
"Uh ~"
"I''ll bring breakfast to the girl and let''s eat together when we come back." Wu Mian said. "When Wei Dabao goes to work, talk to him and go back together."
"Are you going to accompany the patient''s family today?" Taoist Lin asked.
"Well, there are some things. I''ll see if I can see some flaws in Owen."
"What''s up?" Taoist Lin asked curiously.
"Why are you so trusting?" Wu Mian asked for the car key and left with steamed stuffed buns and bean curd.
Taoist Lin hasn''t had breakfast in the world of mortals for many years. His eyes fell on him and he was very uncomfortable.
"Fairy Lin, do you eat too?" one asked.
Taoist Lin didn''t despise this kind of question, so he had to answer it patiently.
Most of the residents of bajingzi just stand from a distance. For them, Taoist Lin is a legendary figure. It''s enough to look at it.
"Burp ~ ~"
A huge hiccup came from outside the crowd, even in the noisy crowd.
Taoist Lin looked sideways.
The crowd separated slightly, and a middle-aged man who looked in his fifties crowded in. With an apologetic smile on his face, he apologized as he separated the crowd.
But every time he said a word, he would burp 2-3 times, and a good apology became full of joy.
"Burp ~ ~ ~" the middle-aged man came to Taoist Lin, bowed deeply and said, "fairy Lin, I burp very badly these days. Can you give me some injections?"
The middle-aged man''s speech is like stuttering, which is scattered by a hiccup.
Acupuncture and moxibustion is a specialty of Taoist Lin.
But suddenly he went down the mountain and didn''t take the silver needle with him. Taoist Lin couldn''t help it. He smiled and asked, "when did it start?"
"Burp ~ ~ ~" the middle-aged man gave a big burp, took a deep breath, tried to swallow the next burp back, and said, "Lin Xianchang, I had burp all over my body a few days ago. I went to the hospital to diagnose burp Guillain Barre syndrome."
Taoist Lin twirled his beard gently, and he was belched by a middle-aged man.
It''s better to stutter if you''re divided by the hiccup. The smell of a leek box floats along the hiccup airflow.
Taoist Lin felt sick and suddenly hungry.
You can''t even think about it. Taoist Lin felt even more disgusting after going through it in his mind.
"After a few days in the hospital, burp ~ ~ ~ Guillain Barry is fine, but he began to burp ~ ~ ~ burp, keep burping."
"Heavy?"
"Well, especially when eating and talking, burping becomes more and more serious. It''s better to burp when sleeping, but I can burp three or five times a night ~ ~ ~ wake me up."
"Where were you hospitalized, grimberry?" Taoist Lin asked patiently.
"Linzhou hospital." the middle-aged man said, "burp ~ ~, when I found burping, they gave me acupuncture and medication. Linzhou burp ~ ~ ~, there''s no good traditional Chinese medicine in the city hospital. I''m thinking about burp ~ ~ ~ go to burp ~ ~ ~ laogua mountain to find burp ~ ~ ~ Lin Xianchang, burp ~ ~ ~ have a look."
With more and more words, middle-aged men burp more and more frequently.
The smell of the leek box almost surrounded Taoist Lin, and it couldn''t be opened.
It''s disgusting
Taoist Lin held his breath, gently twisted his beard and said, "I went down the mountain in a hurry without a silver needle. If you go up the mountain this afternoon or tomorrow, I''ll tie it for you."
"Thanks hiccup ~ ~ ~ thanks." the middle-aged man thanked again and again.
"But you''ve come to treat Guillain Barry. Even if I do it myself, it may not be effective." Taoist Lin began to bolt.
The middle-aged man looked sad and said while burping, "burp ~ ~, fairy Lin, try burp ~ ~ ~, my burp ~ ~ ~ is too bad. You don''t know the way..."
"Stop talking," Taoist Lin said hurriedly. "The more you talk, the more often you burp. I''m worried that you can''t breathe."
The middle-aged man nodded again and again, stood pitifully in front of Taoist Lin, bowed slightly and smiled.
"What''s the matter, Lao Lin." Wu Mian''s voice came.
"Little martial uncle, when he was treating Guillain Barre syndrome, he had the problem of stubborn hiccup. I don''t mean to let him go to the mountain in the afternoon and I''ll try acupuncture." Taoist Lin said with a smile.
We can''t really be compared by Wei Dabao.
I''m afraid that little martial uncle can''t compare with himself in the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. Taoist Lin thought to himself.
"Guillain Barre syndrome, is it the hiccup that begins to appear after using up hormones?"