Sleepless Doctor

In the ward, Wu Mian was sitting on the chair by the window, and Professor Barak stood by his side cautiously.

　　 The patient’s vital signs were stable, because the tracheal intubation was not removed, and he didn’t know what the voice was. But Professor Barack has this confidence, Wu has already done the treatment, and the patient is certain, certain, and bound to return to normal.

　　 "Mr. Wu, I did the operation very cleanly, but the postoperative complications are very strange." Professor Barak thought for a long time, still impatiently curious, and asked in a low voice.

"Oh, it's normal. Complications of vocal cord paralysis are rare for non-neck, head, or chest surgery." Wu Mian said calmly, "but when I was in Massachusetts, I remembered that I gave a lesson, and you too participated."

　　 "Huh?" Professor Barak was taken aback, what class? when? I don't have any impression of myself.

　　 "vocal　cord　paralysis is caused by the dysfunction of the vagus nerve or the recurrent laryngeal nerve that causes the vocal cords to rest. It is a rare and life-threatening serious postoperative complication, which mainly occurs after neck or chest surgery." Wu Mian said.

　　 Ren Haitao's ears stood up again, just like Teletubbies.

　　 Just now, I performed a minor operation for vocal cord internal fixation with a bronchoscope with Teacher Wu and Professor Chu in the treatment room. I simply sutured twice with a 3-0 injury-free thread, and underwent a tracheal intubation.

　　 The disposal is very simple, nothing special, and Ren Haitao hasn't even figured out why this kind of disposal is needed.

　　 Ren Haitao never thought of the relationship between the vocal cords and abdominal surgery. He knew that his doubts would have to be resolved, so he didn't even dare to breathe and listened carefully.

　　 It’s just that Teacher Wu’s English is too fluent, and my listening is not very good, which is quite distressing.

　　 "vocal　cord　paralysis?" Professor Barack said in confusion, "Mr. Wu, I have done many gastrointestinal operations, and I have never seen a case of bilateral vocal cord paralysis."

"I haven't seen it, it means you have done less." Wu Mian's voice was flat, with a smile on the corners of her mouth. "Kikura's research team analyzed 31,241 patients who had undergone non-neck, brain or chest surgery, and found that 24 patients had it. Paralysis of bilateral vocal cords accounts for about 0.077%."

　　"..."

　　 "After the information of Kikura's research team came out, I specially organized a study in Massachusetts. You were sitting in the 5th row and chatting with the female intern next to you."

　　 "..." Professor Barak had a vague impression.

　　 But... I can’t talk about the hot things I talked with the female intern!

　　 "Mr. Wu, I know!" Professor Barack immediately said affirmatively, "I will find relevant materials to study when I go back."

　　 "Well, if you have a chance to go to class in the future, you have to listen carefully." Wu Mian said lightly.

　　 "I see." Professor Belak was sweating.

　　 "Go and rest, didn't you sleep all night yesterday?" Wu Mian asked.

　　 "How do you know?" Professor Barak asked strangely.

　　 "Hehe." Wu Mian smiled, and the topic changed, "There are still 7 hours and 32 minutes, and you can come back then."

　　 "Mr. Wu, if you go to rest, I will watch it here."

　　 "It's okay, I slept well yesterday."

　　 This sentence is relatively simple in English, Lin Taoshi vaguely heard something, glanced at Wu Mian, and then at Chu Zhixi. The game that came on the phone last night—brother, the words you pressed on my hair were still lingering in your ears.

　　Professor Barack bowed deeply to Wu Mian, confirmed the time, and left.

　　 Until the moment he left the ward and closed the door, Professor Barak felt sore and sweaty.

　　 "Professor Barack, how did Teacher Wu come here?" Dean Sun was also a little dazed, and asked in a low voice.

　　 "Is there any water?" Professor Barrac asked.

　　 "Yes, yes." Dean Sun said quickly, and brought Professor Barak to his office.

　　 The location is very good, from a bird's eye view from Happy Valley, the view is vast. Professor Barack was standing by the window, drank a bottle of water, and then let out a long sigh.

　　 "Professor Barack, was Dr. Wu Mianwu, a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital just now?" Dean Sun and Wu Mian are not familiar with each other, but those iconic sunglasses are hard to forget after seeing them once. So he was not sure, and asked twice in a row.

"Well, yes." Professor Barack said, "Except for Mr. Wu, who would dare to complete the vocal cord fixation in the treatment room, and dare to say that after 8 hours, the patient will be well. My **** is only him. , It must be him! Even if I don't wear sunglasses, I know it is him."

　　Professor Barack became more excited as he spoke, and the water he had just drunk almost didn't come out.

　　 Dean Sun felt very strange, even if it was Dr. Wu Mianwu, even if he solved a weird medical problem, why was Professor Barak so excited.

　　 But he knows that the world's top professors are very temperamental, especially the one in front of him.

　　 Don't look at his cautious face in front of Wu Mian. He is usually very clever, and almost no one dares to provoke him.

　　 Professor Barak’s excitement gradually subsided, he seemed to be thinking about something, his expression was weird and unfamiliar.

　　 After a long time, he sighed long.

　　 "Professor Barack, what's wrong with you?" Dean Sun asked.

　　 "Damn! You should be tied to the torture frame and burned to death as a heresy!" Professor Barack suddenly cursed angrily.

　　 "..." Dean Sun was taken aback, UU reading www.uukanshu. Why did Professor Belak curse himself?

　　 "Mr. Wu is in the Sanatorium and Hospital, why do you still want me to have an operation!" Professor Barack said angrily, "Don't you know that I am just Mr. Wu's former assistant!"

　　 "Professor Barack, I don't know." Dean Sun of the Sanatorium and Hospital said innocently, "I contacted the Massachusetts General Hospital and recommended you to have an operation."

　　 "Crack squeak~" Professor Barack's pure water bottle was squashed, and then he remembered something, deflated like an inflated balloon, sitting weakly on the chair, thoughtful.

　　 "Professor Barak, what the **** did Dr. Wu do?"

　　 "I don't know, since he finished his lecture that day, he went to the biochemical laboratory... He had a big argument with Dr. Anthony, and it is said that the laboratory was smashed." Barack murmured.

　　 Even if I recall it now, it is a very thrilling memory.

　　 "Dr. Anthony? Who is he?" Dean Sun asked suspiciously.

　　 Doctor Wu is still young, and the status of the Chinese in the United States is not high. Becoming a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, a double foreign academician of the National Academy of Sciences, and the School of Medicine is already a personal pinnacle experience, and he would even smash the laboratory!

　　 Young man, it will explode if it is a bit unsatisfactory, look, you will be sent back. Dean Sun thought in his heart that his emotions were a bit complicated.

　　 "You don't even know Dr. Anthony?!" Clark looked at Dean Sun like a fool.