"What''s that look in your eyes?" asked Wu Mian, staring at Taoist Lin.
"Little martial uncle, I heard that they wipe their hips with their left hand and eat with their right hand."
"Well, that''s right. But it doesn''t mean that it''s OK to separate your hands. I ask you, when you wash your hands, one hand can be cleaned?" asked Wu Mian.
"..." Taoist Lin stared.
It''s really disgusting to think about it.
However, this is also a custom. If you don''t like it, you don''t touch it. There''s no need to despise others because of this habit.
In the first few years, Taoist Lin went online. There was a debate in China over whether the used toilet paper was washed away along the sewer or thrown into the wastebasket.
Like sweet and salty arguments, it''s not necessary. It''s just what little martial uncle said... It turned into a disease. It''s terrible to have culture.
"Forget it, don''t talk about it." Wu Mian shook his head. "Since then, I''ve been hiding away from Indians. This matter was later written into a paper by a doctor in Mayo and published in the Journal American Medical."
"Can you still publish?"
"Why not publish? This is clinical experience. If you encounter a patient with vitamin B12 deficiency next time, you can think of it for the first time... Don''t say this." Wu Mian wants to change the topic again.
Taoist Lin really didn''t dare to think. Looking at the expression of little martial uncle, maybe what he did after two meals with that man.
If hot pot seems better, I don''t believe they can catch hot pot.
"What''s he looking for you?" Taoist Lin consciously opened the topic.
"The treatment of Alzheimer''s disease," said Wu Mian. "An Indian doctor wants to study. He has contact with me, so he comes to ask."
"You refused?"
"Are you sure?" said Wu Mian. "When I find an English doctor to teach, he will teach in India. I won''t find an Indian to come to the sword association hospital. I won''t do it all my life, absolutely not!"
"Little martial uncle, you are exaggerating."
"Alas." Wu Mian sighed and said, "diet is only one aspect. I''m mainly worried about accidents."
"What''s up?"
"There are American bases all over the world, you know."
"I know."
"You know about the American QJ."
"Well, there were parades in Okinawa and Seoul a few years ago, but it was useless."
"During World War II, the U.S. military came to Britain to prepare for landing operations. There are 118 cases recorded in historical data. Tell me about the military discipline of the U.S. military."
"Hey, hey, what''s the matter?" Taoist Lin smiled.
"A few days ago, in August, indiawest reported that a 35 year old Rox Naik, an employee of a military contractor contracted by the U.S. Army in Afghanistan, attacked a female U.S. soldier while working at the U.S. forward combat base in Fenty, Afghanistan."
"..." Taoist Lin stared.
"What''s the level? What buses and subways you usually watch are small." Wu Mian said, "you say, I can rest assured that they will come?"
"Not really."
"A few years ago, it was reported that a Russian woman was invaded and harassed in India, directly copied guys, fought, lay down a bunch of people, and was hospitalized."
"Tut Tut, the fighting nation is really tough." Taoist Lin sighed.
"Forget it, don''t talk about it," said Wu Mian. "In short, they can''t come. It''s impossible to expect me to go. India is the last stop for backpackers. I went once and don''t want to go for the second time in my life."
"So serious?"
"Alas, I''ll tell you another thing." Wu Mian felt a little heavy.
Taoist Lin looked at him curiously. He didn''t know what little martial uncle was going to say.
"I took part in a gene test in the UK. It was going well, but then the data went wrong one after another." Wu Mian said. "Everyone is very confused and doesn''t know what the problem is. It shouldn''t be."
"And then?"
"I found something wrong with the mice used in the experiment. The mice look different every day."
"Hmm? Little martial uncle, can you see the appearance of the mouse?" Taoist Lin asked in surprise.
"The length of the snout, the distance between the eyes and the length of the tail are different from each mouse." Wu Mian habitually replied, "the key is that I don''t know why this problem occurs."
"No video surveillance?"
"There was no one in the laboratory. Later, I hid and found that an Indian researcher who left the latest every day would mix the experimental mice with those who did not do the experiment, and then leave the corresponding number, which could not be seen by others."
"I''ll go. This is an enemy spy," Taoist Lin said in surprise.
"Alas." Wu Mian sighed, "the United States signed the Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882, but I don''t think they can''t communicate. It has nothing to do with money. I''ve seen Maori in New Zealand. I have a good relationship with their patriarchs, but some can''t accept nose touching. But I can''t accept Indians, I can''t accept them from my bones."
"What happened to the man?"
"Because the director of the laboratory is a scientist of Indian descent, I didn''t take the legal approach, but fired," said Wu Mian. "I have some psychological shadow, so I don''t want to see them."
"It doesn''t matter. If you don''t want to see them, they can fly directly." Taoist Lin knew that the reason behind the little martial uncle was to find a reason. In fact, it was because eating brought shit.
Uh... It''s disgusting.
"That''s not necessarily," said Wu Mian. "No matter what they do, I won''t be surprised."
"Section chief Wu!"
Just then, Wei Dabao walked into the courtyard of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital and said excitedly.
"Here comes Dr. Wei." Wu Mian put away his previous negative emotions, smiled on his face, and Rong Yang raised his hand to greet Wei Dabao.
"Chief Wu, chief Wu, when did you arrive?" Wei Dabao asked, bowing his waist and smiling with many folds on his face.
"The patient with spontaneous pneumothorax who was busy with you yesterday came to breakfast after waiting for the parasite examination report. I asked you a few words."
Hearing Wu Mian''s words, Wei Dabao was nervous. He looked at Wu Mian''s neck and was distracted.
"Dr. Wei, how do you judge the condition of patients with spontaneous pneumothorax?" Wu Mian asked.
"Chief Wu, that''s right." Wei Dabao looked down at his toes and said, "I asked the medical history according to the diagnosis and found that the patient had taken snake bile orally. It is said that it is still fresh, not the kind of wine. The medical history she said..."
Wei Dabao started with diagnostics. He was very skilled in memorizing the diagnosis of pulmonary parasites. He almost memorized all the punctuation marks.
Although it is said that endorsement can not be used for medical treatment, Wei Dabao compares it with clinical experience behind the hard memorization, and judges that the female patient named Wu Xiaoli''s spontaneous pneumothorax may be related to pulmonary parasites and oral snake gall.
However, Wei Dabao''s cognition is hazy, there is no clear diagnosis, and it is at most a guess.
That''s enough. Wu Mian listened to Wei Dabao''s mental journey and the logic of diagnosis, and his smile became thicker and thicker.