"What is the stem of the big truck?" Zhou Guohui asked.


    "I don''t know. I think it''s like a car accident caused by the CIA. Every time Mr. Wu says here, he always laments that they do things simply and rudely. Of course, I guess. I asked the specific reason, but Mr. Wu didn''t say."


    "Is Mr. Wu kidding?" Zhou Guohui smiled.


    "No," said Matthew. "Stephen TOPT, President of Cambridge University, came to China for surgery at that time. You didn''t come at that time. This is the first operation in our sword association hospital."


    Zhou Guohui knew about this. There were enough critical doctors and nurses from Cambridge medical school left in the ICU. This kind of thing could not be thought of in the imperial capital, and no one dared to think about it.


    "I know some details at that time. I first invited Mr. Wu to have an operation. After all, although Mr. Wu rarely did it, I''ve seen his operation. That''s called..."


    "What?"


    "Hey, hey." Matthew wanted to boast, but when he thought of the operation Mr. Wu Mian had done, he was really not dazzled. It was simple, plain and step-by-step, as if the operation should be done.


    "Well, it''s very simple to see Mr. Wu perform the operation. The operation is not difficult at all," said Matthew. "In other words, Mr. Wu simply refused to perform the operation for principal Stephen TOPT, or to go abroad for the operation.


    His statement is that as long as the front foot of the plane, it will not be the welcome staff in Cambridge, but the handcuffs of the CIA. "


    "..." Zhou Guohui never thought that a doctor would have any contact with CIA.


    "So at that time, principal Stephen TOPT invited Dr. Stephen dedley of Mayo to take the lead. I don''t know why, I guess they still believe in Mr. Wu, so they flew over for the operation."


    "When there was an accident during the operation, Mr. Wu saved Taiwan, and principal Stephen TOPT survived." Matthew said positively. "I estimate from the reaction of Cambridge... It seems that Mr. Wu is not necessarily aimless."


    "But it''s too hard to understand," Zhou Guohui said with a frown.


    Matthew nodded, indeed.


    "The domestic infrastructure construction has just caught up with some in the past ten years, and the medical environment is better." Matthew smiled, "but compared with the United States, it is really better. Mr. Wu always talks about ECMO equipment. There are nearly 10000 ECMO equipment in the United States, and we only have about 400. This gap is really too big."


    "I can''t help it. Come on a little. ECMO can be made in China. If the price drops, it may be better in the future." Zhou Guohui said. "With equipment, someone has to be able to use it. Provincial capital... I estimate that there are no more than 10 teams who can use ECMO."


    "There are less than ten teams in the province that can operate ECMO. At most, there are no more than five teams," Matthew said. "Let''s say we are still developing countries, but fortunately, the time is on our side."


    "What teacher Wu said?" Zhou Guohui smiled.


    "HMM." Matthew nodded. "I came to Medical University as soon as I graduated. I was transferred to work there when the second hospital began to build. Don''t say ECMO, even the ventilator was a treasure. Don''t say ventilator, laminar flow operating room, guess what."


    "Er..."


    "The first second hospital didn''t build a new building on the ground, but used the old Soviet style building as the inpatient department, ward and operating room. The first is the health problem. I was a member of the medical department at that time, and my main task was not medical disputes, but deratization."


    Zhou Guohui also felt deeply when he recalled the blue thread of the road several decades ago.


    At that time, he also killed mice. When he first entered the hospital, mice ran everywhere in the bedroom. A doctor was bitten by rats on his big toe in the middle of the night.


    "After killing the mice, blocking the mouse holes and disinfecting, I thought there was nothing to do." Matthew smiled. "At that time, the old director of general surgery came on stage for surgery. I remember very clearly that his stomach was cut. After the operation, the old director stepped down. I asked him what else needed to be rectified in the new operating room."


    "As a result, we saw a flying insect flying around on the operating table with our own eyes."


    "..." Zhou Guohui was not surprised. He laughed. That was the case at that time.


    "The old director pinched my neck and asked me what it was." Matthew subconsciously rubbed his neck, as if it hurt a few decades ago.


    "The head nurse of the operating room said that the flying insects in the laminar flow operating room were also sterile. I think it''s funny now. The old director''s face was green at that time," Matthew said.


    "And then?"


    "Kill the bug. What else can I do? After the operation, I followed the patient for a few days. There was no infection and he was discharged smoothly." Matthew said, "Later, I looked through the standards, applied, and asked the manufacturer to get the laminar flow operating room again. But the equipment was imported, and people didn''t want to come. Moreover, if it came, I couldn''t live in the second hospital for $200 a day. I just really feel bad. It''s all foreign exchange."


    Speaking of foreign exchange, young people don''t know, but people like Zhou Guohui know. They love foreign exchange. It seems that the horse yard is really a person to live.


    "I can''t help it. I have to figure it out by myself and work with a domestic company. It took a full year to solve the problem. I''m afraid young doctors don''t know there are insects in the operating room. It''s for them..."


    "Young people have the understanding of young people. After working for so many years, we can''t hope that children can also work in the operating room with insects and mice." Zhou Guohui said.


    Matthew nodded. "I saw the news a few days ago and said it was a mouse running in the third brother''s ICU. I immediately remembered it."


    "Horse yard, you really started from the grass-roots level bit by bit. It''s not easy, it''s not easy." Zhou Guohui sighed.


    "Well, it''s really hard."


    Zhou Guohui has a deeper understanding of Matthew and gradually likes this man.


    As a doctor, I certainly prefer the medical director who understands the clinical difficulties, rather than the kind of person who is full of ideals and tells what to do.


    After chatting for an hour and a half, they drove to the second hospital of Medical University.


    Matthew got out of the car, looked up at the once familiar inpatient department, and took Zhou Guohui upstairs directly.


    "When will Miss Wu arrive?" asked Zhou Guohui.


    "I don''t know." Matthew said, "Mr. Wu is improving the treatment of Alzheimer''s disease recently. Maybe he just has an idea and needs to write it down. In addition, the patient who cuts half of his brain is also very difficult. He may be designing the surgical approach. He told me he would come in a few hours."


    When he came to the Department of Neurology, Matthew opened the door of the doctor''s office.


    More than a dozen doctors were in a meeting, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.