Sleepless Doctor

In Barrac’s world, no one should be unaware of the existence of Dr. Anthony.

　　 "Is that the infectious disease expert?" Dean Sun asked cautiously.

"No!" Barack said firmly, "Dr. Anthony is not only a top infectious disease expert in the United States, but also a member of the National Academy of Sciences, a member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, a member of the National Academy of Medicine, and a member of the National Institutes of Health of the United States. Director of the Institute of Infectious Diseases, Director of the Immunomodulation Laboratory."

　　 "He is a great medical scientist, every president will hire him to be his own medical consultant, even that **** is no exception." Professor Barack said.

　　 Dean Sun shook his head slightly, it is difficult to connect the president and the **** these two times.

"Dr. Anthony is Mr. Wu’s teacher. The foreign academicians of the National Academy of Sciences and the Medical College of the United States are all recommended by the doctors." Barack said, "I don’t know why they quarreled, but Dr. Anthony is still such a gentleman. A true gentleman, even the end of the world!"

"Dr. Anthony tried his best to keep Mr. Wu, but Mr. Wu left the United States the next day. I didn't expect to meet him here. I was so lucky. Without Mr. Wu, bilateral vocal cord paralysis would be difficult to diagnose. "

　　Professor Barack was obviously very excited, and the preface was not followed.

　　 When he saw Wu Mian suddenly, he seemed to have experienced a mental shock, and he has not fully recovered until now.

　　 Dean Sun doesn't care much about bilateral vocal cord paralysis. A diagnosis made by a wild horse, a little Taoist from a remote mountainous area in the northeast, the dealer did the same thing as a joke.

　　The point of Dean Sun's concern is the quarrel between Wu Mian and Dr. Anthony, which is a big gossip. Vaguely, Dean Sun was keenly aware that this matter was very big, and even implied something.

　　 "Professor Barack, why did they quarrel?" Dean Sun continued to ask.

But this question is like stepping on a cat’s tail. Professor Barack glanced at Dean Sun cautiously and saw that he was confused. Then he said, “I don’t know. Wu’s temper is not very good, but it is The operating table is very strict, and it's okay."

　　 Dr. Anthony and Wu Mian actually quarreled in front of more than 100 experts who came to visit in the institute. When the news came, Professor Barak had forgotten how shocked they were at the time.

　　 He could even imagine the purest gentleman, how sad Dr. Anthony would be at the time. As long as the academic circle has enough levels, everyone knows how much Dr. Anthony appreciates Wu. Even under his influence, Wu effortlessly selects foreign academicians.

　　 And Mr. Wu, a yellow-skinned Chinese, is the youngest foreign academician of the National Academy of Sciences and the Medical School, none of them. He is a genius, a genius without a doubt.

　　 The dispute between the two geniuses, no matter what the reason, Professor Becera did not want to participate. Just thinking about it, he felt a little flustered.

　　 On the night that I learned the news, after drinking three bottles of rum, Professor Beckra barely fell asleep.

　　 Dr. Anthony is a real gentleman.

　　 Even in the face of Teacher Wu’s "unreasonable" accusation, he still did not lose his stance. After being angry, he still persuaded his students not to leave. But Wu Mian refused coldly and chose to leave.

　　 Teacher Wu left, and he also left Teacher Wu passively. Since then, there will be no need to do so many operations and do so many charity operations. This is undoubtedly worth celebrating.

　　 But after the excitement, there is endless confusion.

　　Professor Bekera deeply knows the gap between himself and Mr. Wu, the gap is even bigger than the gap between Kotwal and the US aerospace technology.

　　 I didn't expect to meet him here, but Teacher Wu is still so stable, standing behind him like a mountain. No matter what happened, he could solve it calmly.

　　Beckera heard a lot of rumors later, and those rumors were so terrible, so terrible that he couldn't believe it.

　　 But Mr. Wu's departure made him have to believe it again.

　　 Sitting on the sofa, Professor Becera was lost in thought. Dean Sun didn't dare to bother him, so he could only sit quietly with Bekera.

　　 Didn't even eat dinner, Becera kept staring at the time.

　　 When I was at Massachusetts General Hospital, as long as the time that Mr. Wu said was up, he would definitely show up. There was no exception. He is like an exquisite hand-made watch made by a master craftsman, without error.

　　Time passed quietly, Professor Barak didn't feel tired at all, and he looked at the time seriously.

　　 8 hours are still 3 minutes away, Professor Beckra breathed a sigh, and finally he didn't have to be as anxious as a horse that had just hit a horseshoe. Take a look, this is the moment to witness the miracle!

　　 He called and stood up, as if he was Teacher Wu's assistant back then, tidying up his white clothes.

　　 Even if the current teacher Wu is no longer wearing that iconic pair of sunglasses,

　　 Even if the current teacher Wu is no longer wearing black lambskin gloves,

　　 Even if the current teacher Wu is no longer wearing a khaki trench coat,

but!

　　 After all, he is Teacher Wu, the one and only Wu!

　　Professor Bekera still maintains his appearance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ only because that teacher Wu has perfect requirements similar to OCD.

　　 Strode to the front of the ward, the closer you are to the ward, the more nervous Professor Bekera becomes.

　　 This is an indescribable tension.

　　 After leaving Massachusetts, did Mrs. Wu lose his aura and become an ordinary person, no longer a mountain that he can rely on?

　　 Barack has thought about this matter countless times, but he did not dare to draw conclusions easily.

　　 knocked on the door lightly, and then Professor Bakela pushed in.

　　 This is the ward, and the patients in it do the surgery by themselves. I should be the king here. It's a pity that he is here, and he can only stand aside and watch Teacher Wu's magical "performance" time and time again.

　　 Ren Haitao is pulling out Zhuang Qidong's tracheal intubation, the suction tube is still sucking sputum, and the fixing tape of the tracheal intubation has been loosened. The sound of sputum suction showed that the patient's sputum volume was not too much, and the tracheal intubation should be removed in the next moment.

　　 Extubation, Ren Haitao’s skillful technique, the suction tube and the tracheal intubation were pulled out together, and the last mouthful of oral secretions were also sucked out together.

　　 "Huh." There was a sound from Zhuang Qidong's throat, seeming to be relieved, then he glared and said, "Rich family! Lost your mother!!"

　　 The sound is normal, and there is no difference from the preoperative. Except for the pressure of the tracheal intubation, which caused the voice to be slightly hoarse, everything went as usual.

　　 The previous female voice disappeared, Zhuang Qidong is still the same Zhuang Qidong before, and has never changed.