Sleepless Doctor

In the corridor, more and more people gathered.

　　 The lower-level doctor called and called Professor Barack from Massachusetts General Hospital who was in charge of the operation.

　　Professor Barack is the world's top professor of gastrointestinal surgery. For him, the operation was originally a small and insignificant medical procedure. After performing the operation and observing for 24 hours, Zhuang Qidong walked down the ground, and Barack flew back to the United States immediately.

　　 However, there were unexpected circumstances, and he did not expect such serious complications after surgery. Upon learning the news, Professor Barrac rushed back under the persuasion of a generous salary from the dealer.

　　 He took a close physical examination and asked seriously, but found nothing.

　　 The operation was very successful, and even Professor Barak could already foresee a good postoperative recovery result. But 4 days after the operation, the patient's mouth was a woman's voice, which made Professor Barak puzzled.

　　I did a radical resection of colon cancer, but not a **** reassignment surgery. Why did this change happen?

　　 He has been unable to understand this, and he consulted a friend at the Massachusetts General Hospital, but did not get any results. Last night he sat in front of Zhuang Qidong's bed and watched for a whole night, but he still didn't find any weird symptoms in the clues.

　　 Just after sleeping for a while, I was called by the phone. This is absolutely unbearable for the grumpy and weird Professor Barrac.

　　 With a roar, he hurried over with his doctor. Halfway through, I met Dean Sun of the Sanatorium and Hospital. Professor Barak's face was very ugly, and Dean Sun did not dare to say much, and followed him to the ward.

　　 But when the people in the ward went to the empty building, Zhuang Qidong had been sent to the treatment room not far away.

　　 "This is my patient, why do you look for some weird people to see you every day! I'm Doctor [　], a doctor!" Professor Barack shouted at Dean Sun.

　　He took the lead. Dean Sun of the Sanatorium and Professor Barak’s assistant stood behind him, followed by several professional medical consultation teams, and then various doctors and nurses.

　　The white and strict arrow pointed straight to the disposal room.

　　 "Professor Barack, what you said is." Dean Sun was also very wronged. The Sanatorium and Hospital is a private hospital, the world's top private hospital, but he must accept the weird tempers of the bigwigs.

　　 And the dealer is a big family of Xiangjiang, how dare I offend it. Not to mention anything else, the land underneath-Happy Valley is owned by other dealers.

　　 "Professor Barak, because of your stubbornness, the old man's condition has not been diagnosed." Zhuang Yongzhi ignored Professor Barak, he looked at the door of the treatment room and seemed to be thinking something.

　　 A middle-aged man standing next to Zhuang Yongzhi said to Professor Barak very seriously, "If you yell here again, I think you can receive my signed lawyer letter tomorrow."

　　 "You..." Professor Barak's momentum was suddenly discouraged after hearing the lawyer's letter.

"Professor Barack, I hope you can understand a little bit." The middle-aged man said, "The reason why I would look for other people to see, and the reason why Mr. Zhuang would be in a dangerous state is that you can't solve it after the operation. , Even an unexplainable accident."

"But……"

　　 "No, but Mr. Zhuang has already made a decision. You can watch it here or leave." The middle-aged man said.

　　 Professor Barak was about to say something when the door of the disposal room was pushed open, and Wei Dabao's dark face was stretched out.

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi's face tightened.

　　 "I want a bronchoscope, a tracheal intubation kit, a suture kit, and a 3-0 absorbable thread." Wei Dabao said everything Wu Mian needed, for fear of forgetting something.

After 　　 finished speaking, he accidentally saw Zhuang Yongzhi's secretary.

　　 The urban beauty's dress is exquisite and elegant, the front is convex and backward, and the snow-white skin... Wei Dabao's eyes straightened suddenly, the corners of his mouth cracked downward, and shiny saliva flowed out of it.

"This is the treatment room! What do you want for tracheal intubation! Is there a ventilator in it, are you still planning to perform an operation here!" Professor Barack could no longer bear the stupidity of these "stupid" Orientals, and shouted loudly. .

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi was silent for 3 seconds, nodded, and his secretary immediately turned around to handle the matter.

　　 The will of the boss must be carried out perfectly and loyally. This is inevitable.

　　 Wei Dabao's gaze has been following the slender female secretary. This girl walks so beautifully, she writhes and it makes him tickled.

　　 "Mr. Wei, right?" Zhuang Yongzhi said in a deep voice, "What's the situation inside?"

　　 "My brother is casting a spell." Wei Dabao heard Zhuang Yongzhi's question, and then he reacted, wiped his saliva, and said quickly.

　　 He opened the door slightly, and there was an old futon in the middle of the outer ground. Taoist Lin was sitting cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky, and a half-black mahogany sword was placed on his knee.

　　The material of Leihuo wood looks worn out, but it is really a Taoist treasure.

　　 Zhuang Yongzhi is also considered a savvy trader. At a glance, he can see that the mahogany sword is not a vulgar thing, and countless questions in his heart are immediately suppressed.

　　 But Lin Daoshi turned a deaf ear to the outside sound, his lips moved slightly, as if he was chanting some spell.

　　 "It's ridiculous!" Professor Barack said angrily.

　　 When Zhuang Yongzhi's lawyer cast his gaze, Professor Barrac closed his mouth, but he still looked angry.

　　 "I won't go!" Professor Barack said stubbornly, "I want to see what the patient will be like in the end by you guys!"

　　 Although his voice is low, it is full of anger and unwillingness.

　　 But Professor Barrac couldn't refute, he couldn't explain what happened to the patient. The dealer was not irritated because he couldn't explain it, and he didn't even deduct the reward. It was still so generous.

　　 This is where he is unwilling.

　　 Soon, two doctors from Sanatorium and Zhuang Yongzhi’s secretary came back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Various items needed by Wu Mian were sent in.

　　 Wei Dabao lowered his head, cautiously turned around with the sterile bag and the disposable sterile packaging bag, and didn't dare to take another look.

　　 I was drooling again just now, which is really shameful.

　　 Seeing the door of the disposal room closed tightly, everyone fell silent.

　　The expert group of the Sanatorium and Hospital, Professor Barak, were very puzzled. If beliefs and the like can also explain it, after all, the Taoist sitting cross-legged inside looked at him with a fairy temperament of ecstasy.

　　 But if this is the case, shouldn't it be another situation. What do you need a tracheal intubation kit, incision bag, and 3-0 suture?

　　 Let's talk about surgery. This is just a treatment room. There is no ventilator. What can they do?

　　 Countless questions are spinning in my heart, time flies extremely slowly, every minute, even every second, seems like a year has passed.

　　 The disposal room was quiet and there was no sound. There is neither a gust of demon wind nor the sound of ventilator, ECMO and other instruments operating.

　　 Everyone outside was holding their breath, waiting for the door to reopen.

　　 Either life or death, there will be results at that moment.

　　 ticking~

　　 ticking~

　　 ticking~

　　 The watch on Zhuang Yongzhi's wrist made a very slight mechanical sound, but it was so loud at the moment.

"　　", the door of the disposal room opened silently.