Wu Mian finished the operation, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood on the side of the patient''s head and whispered, "Zheng Linyuan?"


    It is reasonable to say that Wu Mian did this in vain when the patient was under anesthesia.


    Ren Haitao was surprised. Mr. Wu really did what he said. After more than ten hours of operation, he still remembered what the patient said to him when he inhaled anesthesia before operation.


    At first, Ren Haitao was also worried about the patient''s anesthesia, but the whole process was stable. It was obvious that the patient''s anesthesia was quite thorough.


    "Wu..." Ren Haitao just wanted to ask Wu Mian what he should pay attention to after the operation. The next second, his muscles tightened all over his body, and even his urethral sphincter spasmed constantly. He almost didn''t pee.


    Zheng Linyuan''s eyes began to beat and then opened slowly.


    Wu Mian was not surprised and smiled, "after the operation, you don''t have to speak, because you have to breathe with a ventilator for a period of time."


    Zheng Linyuan blinked, indicating that he knew. He seemed a little uncomfortable and frowned slightly, but he didn''t move and was obedient.


    "Go back to sleep and you''ll get better soon."


    Zheng Linyuan blinked again, and then obediently closed his eyes.


    "Observe for a few minutes and send the patient to ICU," Wu Mian said.


    Ren Haitao didn''t speak for a long time.


    Wu Mian looked at Ren Haitao and said a little seriously, "Lao Ren, it''s all right. Don''t go out and talk about today."


    "Er ~ ~ ~" Ren Haitao made a series of meaningless sounds.


    "Don''t be afraid, it''s all right." Wu Mian smiled. "After a long time of stimulation, the patient''s temporal lobe has functional hyperplasia. Science can explain it, which has nothing to do with other things."


    It took more than ten seconds for Ren Haitao to feel better.


    He tried to calm himself down and asked, "Mr. Wu, do you still use narcotic drugs?"


    Wu Mian thought for a moment and said, "let''s use it. I don''t know what the patient is."


    "OK," Ren Haitao replied.


    "Girl, you and Lao Ren send the patient together and explain to Director Zhang Zimo." Wu Mian said, "I''ll communicate with the patient''s family."


    "Brother, do you have any special treatment?"


    "I don''t know." Wu Mian said simply, "you go first and call me at any time. I''ll communicate with the patient''s family, and then I''ll go to see it for two days."


    Chu Zhixi is not as lively as before. It is obvious that more than ten hours of surgery makes her feel tired.


    Wu Mian went out of the operating room. In the waiting room, he saw old Mr. Chu sitting in the middle, Zheng Qingmu and Zhuang Yongzhi sitting on both sides. Xue Chunhe was closing his eyes and recuperating. He wanted to spend more than ten hours. All the greetings and polite words had been said many times.


    Matthew walked back and forth at the door. When he saw Wu Mian coming in, he immediately met him. He didn''t speak, but asked Wu Mian with his eyes.


    Wu Mian smiled, and Matthew''s nervous expression relaxed immediately.


    The horse yard should have received the news, but it always needs to confirm it by itself before it can rest assured. Wu Mian knows it in his heart.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, the operation has been completed, and now it is still successful," Wu Mian said.


    Old Mr. Chu looked unchanged, stood up and arched his hands, "hard work."


    "Sir, I wonder if it''s convenient for you."


    "Convenient."


    "There''s one thing I want to ask alone." Wu Mian said and made a gesture of invitation.


    Seeing that Wu Mian came, he just talked to old Mr. Chu. Zheng Qingmu and Zhuang Yongzhi were not unhappy. They were respectful with a trace of humility until the figures of old Mr. Chu and Wu Mian turned and disappeared.


    "I''m sorry, you two." Xue Chunhe said with a smile. He didn''t understand what teacher Wu meant, but as the president, it was right to stand up and say a few words of apology.


    "No harm."


    Zhuang Yongzhi breathed out. He didn''t know what was happening in the operating room and glanced out of the window.


    At the end of October, it was already the early winter season, and the temperature in Montenegro fluctuated around zero. It hasn''t snowed yet, but it''s fast.


    The sky is covered with clouds and the lights of the provincial capital shine. The legendary light pollution makes the clouds turn dark red. It is low above the provincial capital, like a red volcano. I don''t know when it will erupt and shake the earth and mountains.


    Shortly after Zheng Linyuan pushed forward, Zhuang Yongzhi found that the weather outside changed. He didn''t notice at that time, but the clouds in the sky became denser and lower, and faintly turned red.


    The weather forecast was sunny, and Zhuang Yongzhi said a few words.


    It didn''t mean much, but Dr. Wu had to say something to Mr. Chu after the operation, which proved something from the side.


    Zhuang Yongzhi doesn''t make it clear that these things themselves can''t be asked directly. However, the evaluation of Wu Mian has reached a new level.


    He knew that the Zheng family spent a lot of money a week before the operation to buy a lot of materials for neuronavigation and 3D printing model before the operation. An operation costs more than 8 million euros, which Zhuang Yongzhi didn''t expect.


    But Zheng Qingmu didn''t even show any heartache. Every time he talked about it, he always inadvertently took the topic away. Obviously, he didn''t want to say this.


    Zhuang Yongzhi smiled and asked, "President Xue."


    "Mr. Zhuang, please go ahead." Xue Chunhe said.


    "Yesterday, Dr. Wu said that your hospital would carry out league construction?" Zhuang Yongzhi asked.


    Xue Chunhe was thinking about how to communicate. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yongzhi put it forward himself. He hurriedly said, "yes, yes."


    "Mr. Wu told me that I''ll find a charity fund to contact you for the expenses of league construction." Zhuang Yongzhi said with a smile, "your hospital should have 322 staff."


    "There should be more. For example, director Liang of the second hospital of Medical University has determined the working relationship, but he hasn''t transferred it yet." Xue Chunhe said hard.


    Matthew lowered his head and smiled. Xue Yuan has the cheek to ask for money, but he doesn''t have this skill. Director Liang has a large number of people. Sitting at home can also have money, which will naturally enhance the cohesion.


    "Well, you have time to send me the number of people." Zhuang Yongzhi said. "The manager of the charity foundation will contact you as soon as possible, and can''t delay the league construction of your hospital."


    "This money..."


    "You don''t have to worry." Zhuang Yongzhi waved his hand. "Every year, I will donate a large amount of money to several hospitals in Xiangjiang through the charity fund. Mr. Wu is in charge of jianxie hospital. He must have contacts in the future. Please take care of President Xue."


    "You''re welcome." Xue Chunhe breathed in his heart.


    He calculated a lot. Although he knew that all kinds of oldmoneys in Europe and America made large donations to the hospital every year, Xue Chunhe didn''t know how much they gave. This kind of thing has never been seen in China. It''s hard to say how much it costs.


    Xue Chunhe is afraid that he can''t control his discretion well.


    But I didn''t expect people to take the initiative to come to the door. They basically didn''t ask the price, only the number of people.


    It''s nice to have money.