Get off the bus, Wu Mian stands at attention, pays a military salute, and then turns and leaves.


    After death, the trumpet sounded for a long time, which was the salute of master Yue and Wu Mian.


    "Miss Wu, it''s really not easy for everyone," Zheng Kaixuan said.


    "HMM." Wu Mian nodded and strode into the third courtyard.


    "When did you join the army?" Zheng Kaixuan asked casually, expecting no answer.


    "In 14 years, he was specially recruited into the army." Wu Mian gave an unexpected answer.


    Zheng Kaixuan doesn''t care. Mr. Wu is mostly an ordinary person, at least in his opinion.


    There are many fewer patients than before. The scene of waiting in line to see a doctor years ago is like another world.


    Director Chen didn''t expect Wu Mian to come so soon. He was wearing a mask and standing in the clinic, turning over his mobile phone.


    "Director Chen." Wu Mian said hello.


    "Miss Wu, you''re here so soon!" director Chen was stunned. He quickly put away his mobile phone and ran over.


    "I found a volunteer car and took a ride." Wu Mian said with a smile, "what''s the situation with the patient?"


    "Colonoscopy showed ulceration of ascending colon, congestion and erosion of rectal mucosa. Histopathology of ascending colon and transverse colon showed chronic mucosal inflammation."


    "Long?"


    "The serious part is about 40cm. Professor beilac consulted and decided to have surgery. But he insisted on calling you..."


    "Oh, it''s normal to diagnose chronic enteritis, ulcer and perforation," Wu Mian said. "Beilac doesn''t know how to get here. He habitually calls me."


    "How did you get here?" director Chen wondered.


    "I heard from bellac that the patient has skin disease?"


    "Well, there are small red maculopapular rashes all over the body," director Chen said. "Miss Wu, can skin diseases lead to chronic enteritis?"


    "Sometimes some problems will lead to it. I''ll take a look."


    Director Chen glanced at Zheng Kaixuan behind Wu Mian.


    "This is Professor Zheng Kaixuan of cardiothoracic surgery of DIDU hospital. He is now in my medical group. This time, he came to Tianhe for support. I heard about this case and followed him." Wu Mian said.


    "Hello, Professor Zheng." director Chen said hello as soon as he heard that he was a professor of the imperial hospital.


    Although he was greeting, he didn''t reach out and kept more than 1 meter away from Wu Mian and Zheng Kaixuan.


    During the epidemic, everyone formed a habit. Social distance is a word widely followed from birth to, and it takes only a short time.


    "Has the operation started?"


    "Here we go," said director Chen. "Mr. Wu, would you like to have a look? Professor beilac has never opened the stage and insisted..."


    Wu Mian sighed.


    "He has been waiting for you."


    Three people to change clothes, keep a distance, so that the space becomes much smaller.


    "Miss Wu, what problem do you think caused it?" director Chen asked after changing clothes. He also had doubts about the gastrointestinal ulcer caused by skin diseases mentioned by Wu Mian. These two diseases are not related to horses and cattle, and can not be linked at all.


    "How about the strength of the dermatology department of the third hospital?" Wu Mian asked.


    Director Chen was silent.


    "It''s all right. Generally speaking, dermatologists go to cosmetic surgery and don''t make money in public hospitals. It''s normal. There''s nothing to avoid. Making money is not shabby." Wu Mian smiled. "A senior sister of mine used to be engaged in dermatology and went to a private hospital when her technology was mature. Now she earns hundreds of thousands a month in the country''s largest plastic surgery hospital."


    "Making money like this!" director Chen was stunned.


    He knew plastic surgery would make money, but he didn''t expect to make so much money.


    "The dermatology department of general manager Kong is better. After learning technology, there is no way to improve. They all go to private hospitals for beauty and plastic surgery. When it comes to making money, it is true. But the level of dermatology in the whole country... It''s hard to say. Especially in Prefecture and municipal hospitals, it''s the same as none." Wu miandao.


    "Our dermatology department has an outpatient service. It''s good to see some common diseases," director Chen said.


    "If you can, has the pathology department notified you?"


    "No." director Chen shook his head in confusion.


    "Please find someone in the Department of pathology. If they have no experience, I can do intraoperative freezing."


    "..." director Chen was stunned. Miss Wu really knows everything.


    "The diagnosis depends on freezing," Wu Mian said.


    "What disease do you preliminarily estimate?"


    "I''ll take a look at the shape of maculopapular rash." Wu Mian didn''t answer directly.


    This is also a reasonable thing. Director Chen is worried that the patient is a new type of pneumonia, but after all, the patient''s two nucleic acid tests are negative.


    Walking to the operating room, Wu Mian heard professor beilac''s voice from a distance.


    "Da Lu, you''re great!"


    "You say that because the boss and Chen Lu have a good relationship. Her level can only be said that it does not affect the operation. It has nothing to do with being good. You say great. This kind of words makes me feel sick."


    Wu Mian frowned.


    Professor beilac is so noisy that he really doesn''t know how Ren Haitao and Chen Lu survived.


    He was wrong. When Barack was coming, he should kick him back to Massachusetts.


    "When will the boss arrive? Damn it, he won''t come over."


    "Who knows, his brain is different from others. It''s strange. Every time when he was in Massachusetts..."


    Two beilacks were chatting with each other while they were having surgery. In addition to his voice, others were silent in the operating room.


    Wu Mian kicked open the door of the operating room. Chen Lu looked up and saw Wu Mian appear with a sigh.


    "Wu Mian, you finally came." Chen Lu said relieved.


    Wu Mian nodded, "bellac, I told you that if you talk less, your level can be improved."


    "Boss, I finally saw you!" Professor beilac said happily. "After you finished with me last time, I thought, I think my level is high enough and I don''t need to be improved at all."


    "Stupid bellac, the great devil will show himself because of your words."


    "No, this is China, not Mayo, not Cleveland."


    "You''ll be photographed on the wall, just like those unlucky bastards."


    "Shut up!" Wu Mian frowned and scolded, "have you seen the patient''s maculopapular rash?"


    "Yes, it''s all over the body, except for the face." Professor beilac replied immediately.


    "You''re finished with beilac. Your attitude of reporting the medical history is simply heinous." another beilac scolded before Wu Mian, "that''s what it means to send it on the limbs and trunk. What does it mean except the face? Your amateur is almost impossible to look directly at, stupid..."


    "Shut up!" Wu Mian said in a deep voice, and then came to the patient''s leg.


    With a mobile table in the patient''s leg position, Wu Mian squatted down and opened the sterile sheet.


    "Wu Mian, be careful not to pollute the operation area." Chen Lu and Wu Mian said.


    "Don''t worry, it''s all right." Wu Mian said, "Dalu, help me prepare a blade. I''ll take a pathological specimen of skin tissue later."


    "Hmm? Malignant skin cancer?" Chen Lu asked suspiciously.