An operation was completed under the constant nagging of Professor beilac.


    Chen Lu and Ren Haitao feel that at least 12 hours have passed. This operation takes a long time and can be called a day like a year. But after a glance, it was less than two hours from the opening.


    Although professor beilac is "schizophrenic" and can talk to himself, the whole operation is the same as crosstalk, but his technique is really exquisite.


    And there is Wu Mian as an assistant to cooperate with the operation. The process is simple and boring.


    "Wu Mian, the patient has little problem after operation."


    After the operation, Chen Luqing ordered the equipment. Seeing that the patient was young, he asked with some compassion.


    "Let''s carry the infection pass first." Wu Mian said, "so young, it shouldn''t be a problem..."


    "The patient doesn''t have circulatory failure, there will certainly be no problem," Professor beilac said.


    Wu Mian stood up.


    I haven''t had an operation with this product for a long time. I still have to get used to it.


    During the operation, he thought several times and really wanted to break his bone.


    "The mortality of gastric gangrene is between 50-80% due to the severity of patients, and circulatory failure is also considered to be an important cause of death. This is the most basic common sense. It''s hard to believe that you will ask..." Professor bellac was habitually wordy, and suddenly a familiar feeling came down from the air.


    The whole person was "covered" in it, and his hair stood up. He shrunk his neck and swallowed the rest of his words.


    "There is gastric gangrene. The patient is very dangerous. Go to ICU for observation for a few days first." Wu Mian said faintly after glancing at professor beilac. "It shouldn''t be a problem."


    "There must be no problem. The great beilac operated the knife himself... With the legendary boss cooperating with the operation, the patient will recover smoothly."


    Chen Lu couldn''t open her eyes because of the smoke, but no matter how strong the taste in the patient''s abdominal cavity was, it couldn''t catch up with Professor beilac''s words.


    These fast and dense words saved Chen Lu with the same attribute of spiritual attack, which made Chen Lu never want to see Barack again.


    "What''s Lao Zhao doing recently?" Wu Mian asked, "find time to get together."


    "It''s the end of the year. They work overtime at the tax office every day." Chen Lugang wanted to take off his mask and breathe, but then he remembered that the air in the house was no better, so he had to bear it again.


    "Yes, it''s the end of the year. Look at the time. We''ll get together when we''re free." Wu Mian said. "By the way, I''ll ask you about the couple''s life experience."


    "If you have any experience, you can make do with it. How can you leave?" Chen Lu smiled. "Just bear it more and be nice to the girl. Do more housework and don''t squat in the hospital every day."


    "I''ve been very good to the girl," said Wu Mian. As he walked out of the operating room, he came to the dressing room, took off his hat and mask, took a deep breath and exhaled the turbid air in his chest, which made him feel more comfortable.


    "Boss, is the patient really okay?" Professor beilac asked.


    "Haven''t you just finished?" Wu Mian took out a cigarette, hesitated and stuffed it back.


    "You should smoke cigars. Mayo''s carlinson smokes cigars."


    "Don''t always mention Mayo. It''s disgusting."


    "We should pay attention to our opponents, especially their every move, find their shortcomings, and then break them, so that they will never forget you."


    "They can''t forget me." Wu Mian said faintly. "The operation was done well and very carefully. It seems that your level has improved again after I left."


    Professor beilac grinned, "yes, I say I''m powerful! I''m the chosen son of God, in the field of surgery..."


    With that, he glanced at Wu Mian and sighed deeply, "boss, if only there were no you."


    "It doesn''t matter," said Wu Mian. "Without me, your level is far from reaching the level of God''s chosen son. If God had chosen you, I guess the gods would have fallen by now."


    "Boss, you can''t hurt me and my self-esteem." Professor beilac protested, "I..."


    "If you can speak less and turn your attention to treatment, I think you can be further away from the chosen son." Wu Mian began to change his clothes.


    "Boss, do you think I''m handsome in today''s operation?" Professor beilac stood in front of Wu Mian and waved his hands, "continuous full-thickness horizontal mattress varus suture..."


    "Well, it''s really good." Wu Mian interrupted professor bellac and fooled him casually.


    Just then, footsteps came in from outside.


    Wu Mian heard the sound of footsteps. It should be Matthew.


    "Horse yard, is that you?"


    "Miss Wu, it''s me, it''s me." Matthew came in and said with a smile, "I thought about going up and taking a look. I didn''t expect you had finished it."


    "I did it!" Professor bellac stressed.


    "Yes, yes, President Zhou and I stressed several times that it was a foreign expert." Matthew didn''t refute and went on.


    "What''s the attitude of the school?"


    "On the other hand, it''s easy to say as long as you save life," Matthew said. "Now the children are not easy to manage. One is more angry than the other."


    "Young man, it''s right to have a temper. Did you often go to the street when you were at school?"


    "Hey, that makes sense." Matthew said, "there are other things on President Zhou''s side. Although it''s a small thing, he was reported to the province in his real name. The working group is investigating him. Our situation is relatively simple, and he entrusted it all to me."


    "Hmm?" Wu Mian was stunned and asked with a smile, "what''s going on?"


    "A junior class selects poor and excellent students and gives them subsidies, which is stipulated by the state," Matthew said.


    "Yes." Wu Mian nodded.


    "There are red bars. It''s not a problem at all," Matthew said. "But after the poor students in the class reported it, they were reported by the monitor with the signatures of 95% of the students in the class."


    "Not qualified?" Wu Mian wondered.


    "I have a poverty certificate. My academic performance ranked second in the class last academic year. Hard bars are enough. But the monitor and other students said that this one spends more money every month than them and is not a poor student."


    "There are social donations, that''s no wonder." Wu Mian asked.


    "Yes." Matthew smiled bitterly. "It''s not easy to do anything. The rules are like a sieve. It''s just something unexpected. Mr. Wu, what do you think we should do about this kind of thing?"


    "Horse yard, do you know why I don''t want to take charge of administration?" Wu Mian asked while changing clothes.


    "..." Matthew was stunned and laughed immediately.


    If we take these family affairs seriously, we can''t deal with them all our life. To run perfectly, that''s bullshit.


    Mr. Wu has long wanted to understand, concentrate on clinical practice and concentrate on nothing else.


    This is the choice of smart people.