"That''s right." Wu Mian said indifferently, "do you think it''s so easy for me to take the girls? I have to fight with the nurses, anesthesiologists, other professors in the Department and the patient''s family members. Then many younger martial brothers don''t understand."


    "Really? Have you done so many things?" Chu Zhixi asked.


    "You don''t need to know this. Just have a good operation." Wu Mian smiled.


    Taoist Lin suddenly felt that little Shiniang might have saved the galaxy in her last life.


    These messy interpersonal relationships don''t need to be handled. It''s a happy thing that little martial uncle can handle them.


    "The monitor of our class, Xueba level figure, was scolded for going to the operating table one after another, and finally almost got rid of depression. But it was a blessing in disguise. Later, he went to a pharmaceutical factory and just caught up with the tuyere." Taoist Lin smiled.


    "Tell me, what mistakes have you made." Wu Mian looked at the sky and asked leisurely.


    "The first time she came on stage, she confidently followed the teacher and became a second assistant. As a result, she habitually reached out to hold her glasses during the operation and was scolded by the teacher."


    "The second time I came on stage, I was a lot more cautious, but what did I do later? I raised my hand and crossed my chest. I was scolded again."


    "At that time, the teacher was so savage that he scolded a little girl and never went to the operating room again."


    "Normal." Wu Mian said, "at most, I think I can do anything if I have a higher score in the exam. How can this happen?"


    "Brother, aren''t you?" Chu Zhixi said.


    "There are not many people who can compare with me, really... Very few." Wu Mian thought very seriously and said, "when Dr. Anthony was young, it is estimated that he was worse than me now. If you force an example, maybe von Neumann, Da Vinci and Gauss can be compared."


    "Little martial uncle, did you curse when you were a craftsman?" Taoist Lin asked curiously instead of boasting about Wu Mian.


    "Very few, only scolded once." Wu Mian sat on the bamboo chair and looked up at the snow in the sky.


    "My elder brother is generally reasonable. In case of wrong operation, he just asks people to step down and stand in the corner." Chu Zhixi explained, "after the operation, they are busy. They pull the wrong elder martial brothers and sisters to apologize to the anesthesiologist and nurse first, and then go down to reason."


    "Tut tut." Taoist Lin sighed. This kind of big senior brother is really enviable.


    "The only time I remember was an intern who was dishonest and always willing to..." Chu Zhixi didn''t want to go on.


    "It was also a heavy snow that day. A drunk driver was brought in, and the driver drove directly into the tree." Wu Mian youyou said, "we were busy rescuing. He came in to talk to the nurse and say some no three no four words."


    "I''m so brave to go!" Taoist Lin was surprised.


    "There are all kinds of people," Wu Mian said. "Even if you drive, you still have to do something. I''ll yell him out."


    "You''re not yelling. You''re yelling. But we all like it, especially the instrument nurse. I heard that I fell in love with you for a long time." Chu Zhixi said with a smile.


    "..." Wu Mian stopped talking and looked at the stars.


    The sound of snow, sorghum and sorghum landing is very quiet, which has an extreme sense of palpitation than simple silence.


    "Mayor Deng asked us for dinner, and I pushed it several times." Wu Mian suddenly changed the topic, very stiff.


    Taoist Lin twisted his beard with a smile and said, "parents invite you to dinner. Little martial uncle, you push it out?"


    "Oh, if you invite me alone, I don''t care." Wu Mian said, "but he said he would invite you to go together. It''s wrong."


    "Oh?" Taoist Lin moved in his heart and asked, "why?"


    "A classmate of Deng Ming diagnosed esophageal cancer a few days ago." Wu Mian said, "I found me before the operation to prepare for the operation. I guess I wanted to take a look on the stage. At that time, I thought it was just esophageal cancer. Director Gu Weimian''s level was enough, so I just said hello."


    Taoist Lin doesn''t know how to evaluate little martial uncle.


    Although cross hospital surgery is taboo, you can go to the viewing platform. After all, district head Deng called directly.


    But little martial uncle just cares about it. What''s in it is Taoist Lin Yeqing. Different people have different status and different treatment methods. It is estimated that Deng Ming''s position in the little martial uncle''s heart is not enough... Tut Tut, Taoist Lin sighed.


    "Later, I asked for the film and saw it. I felt it was wrong." Wu Mian said, "the final diagnosis was esophageal calculi. I took it out a little bit. Now I have the identity of laoguashan little martial uncle. I''m worried that district head Deng is wrong."


    "Little martial uncle!" Taoist Lin raised his voice and said seriously.


    Chu Zhixi was startled. Wu Mian seemed to feel Chu Zhixi''s fear. He first gave her a gentle look, and then stared at Taoist Lin severely.


    Taoist Lin immediately counselled. He smiled and said, "little martial uncle, you can''t do this. It''s a serious matter for district chief Deng to treat you to dinner. You don''t know, every year, our Taoist temple makes various inspections, and there are no mistakes in any link."


    Wu Mian naturally knows, otherwise he wouldn''t say.


    "Dinner tomorrow night, the time has been set."


    Taoist Lin was overjoyed and said, "OK! Do I need to prepare anything?"


    "It''s just a casual meal. Eat and talk casually. At that time, you left the phone number of Deng Ming district director. If you have something to do, just contact his secretary Shi Zhonghua."


    Taoist Lin answered happily.


    "It''s cold, and I don''t know how many car accidents there are now." Wu Mian said after a few seconds, his mind flew thousands of miles away.


    "Not much." Taoist Lin said with certainty. "More than ten years ago, the provincial capital began to severely punish drunk driving and turn off the mobile phone first."


    "Yes," Wu Mian said with a smile.


    "The rules set at that time were very cruel. Turn off your mobile phone and don''t let you talk. Go to the hospital for blood test. After the evidence is conclusive, you will be detained for 15 days. Detention, that''s detention!"


    "A lot of people died for less injustice." Wu Mian said, "the director of the Department of circulatory medicine of a third class hospital in the suburbs of the imperial capital retired. The new director was in place, and several old classmates celebrated for him. At that time, people who drank too much and didn''t drink sent him home and said nothing to let him drive by himself."


    "It should be," Taoist Lin nodded.


    "As a result, the man didn''t go upstairs. He took a taxi back to the hotel and drove home."


    "...." Taoist Lin was speechless. Isn''t this death?


    "I bumped into a father and son on the road. On the penultimate day of the college entrance examination, Tsinghua, who applied for the examination, saw that victory was in sight, resulting in intracerebral hemorrhage and vegetative." Wu Mian''s voice was dim.


    "Alas..." Taoist Lin didn''t know what to say, so he sighed.


    "It''s good to be strict and drink less." Wu Mian stood up, shook the snow on his body, turned around and said with a smile, "Lao Lin, go back, we''ll have a rest."