Sleepless Doctor

"Owen..." Wu Mian looked at Owen Rothschild with a strange expression on her face.

　　 "Wu, you know." Owen Rothschild shrugged and smiled, "I am a man, this is a reasonable request, and I am not deliberately embarrassing you."

　　 "But Owen, do you know what it means to extend 10cm?" Wu Mian asked.

　　 "There will be a greater probability of necrosis." Owen Rothschild said.

　　 Wu Mian was angry and laughed, "Do you know that you are still willing to try?"

"This is very important to me." Owen Rothschild said, "I can try. I have taken many risks in my life, and this is nothing. If it is necrotic, I need to wait another two years. I have weighed all of these, the most important thing is that I believe in your level."

　　 "Owen, I can only say give it a try. If the risk is too high during the operation, you can change the degree at any time. It may be 5cm longer. I think this number is safer." Wu Mian said.

Hearing what Wu Mian said, Owen Rothschild breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the bamboo chair with a relaxed expression, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and slowly said after a long time, "I can meet you like this. Doctor, that’s great."

　　 "Owen, you have to take a certain risk. Even if I do the operation, there is no guarantee of 100% success."

　　 "I know." Owen Rothschild smiled and opened his arms as if to embrace the blue sky.

　　 He was silent for a few minutes, then put on his clothes.

　　 "Owen, you will taste Taoist food in a while. They are all vegetarian dishes, and there is no taboo." Wu Mian said.

"thanks."

　　 "Then I will go back first, when will the silica gel cylinder, water storage bag, and starter pump be delivered?"

　　 "The last test is being done."

　　 "I feel like you are free. You came so long in advance. Is it just to show me Linta?" Wu Mian said, "Owen, this feeling is very strange."

"Not at all." Owen Rothschild looked at the blue sky and said seriously, "It may be just an operation for you, and it may take a long time, but it is just an operation anyway. But For me, this matter is absolutely as important as getting voting rights from the Federal Reserve."

　　 "Owen, when will you have the right to vote?" Wu Mian asked curiously.

"I don't know." Owen Rothschild smiled slightly and said flatly, "The most important thing for me now is to complete the operation. Other than that, everything else is small, just like white clouds in the sky. . When a gust of wind blows, it disappears."

　　 "Okay." Wu Mian stood up, he didn't want to chat with Owen.

　　 Just after such a big operation, if he is not near the hospital, and there are things that can't reach the hospital in 5 minutes, Wu Mian feels uneasy.

　　 This is a habit that I have developed over the years as a doctor, and it is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. And seeing the transplant on Owen Rothschild's arm, Wu Mian knew it well.

　　 "I'm leaving now," Wu Mian said, "Goodbye."

　　 "Wu, I hope the operation can be successful."

　　 "If there is no additional request from you, the operation will be successful. As for now, I will try my best." Wu Mian finished speaking and turned to leave.

　　 opened the back door, Wu Mian walked out.

　　 The bodyguards of Owen Rothschild in the parking lot can't tell how sturdy they are. They stand casually like ordinary people, only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

　　 But Wu Mian knew exactly how fierce Owen Rothschild's bodyguard was.

　　 greeted them from a distance, and Wu Mian fetched the car key from Owen’s assistant and drove down the mountain alone.

　　 Back to the hospital, Wu Mian entered the ICU. He didn't feel at ease until he heard the sound of the ventilator and monitor.

　　 "Brother, why are you back?" Chu Zhixi was sitting in the icu, chatting with Mrs. Topt. Seeing Wu Mian come back, she was not surprised, and asked casually.

　　 Wu Mian glanced at the various values. Principal Topt's vital signs were stable, and he smiled and said, "I always feel uneasy."

　　 "Wu, thanks to you being here today." Mrs. Topte walked over enthusiastically and gave Wu Mian a solid hug.

　　 "Madam, you are too polite." Wu Mian said, "If you find time, you should also rest for a while. You are highly nervous throughout the day, afraid that your body will not be able to bear it."

　　 "But..." Mrs. Topt hesitated.

　　 To be honest, the long-distance flight yesterday and the ups and downs of today's surgery have been unbearable for Mrs. Topt. But if you want to leave... she doesn't worry.

　　 "There are many experienced intensive care doctors, and I am also nearby, it's okay." Wu Mian comforted.

　　 Mrs. Topte nodded, and had a conversation with Wu Mian, lying in the next room undressed.

　　 Time hurriedly passed, and Principal Topt recovered quickly.

　　 After 24 hours, stop the ventilator to assist breathing. Early in the morning of the third day, he was already able to sit up and read the newspaper as Wu Mian had expected.

　　At the same time, the silicone cylinder, water storage bag, and starter pump were all sent to the hospital. Wu Mian opened a separate office to store various equipment.

　　 The silica gel cylinder developed by the top technology is completely different from the one sold on a certain treasure.

　　 Bionics technology has been applied to the extreme, in Wu Mian's view, it is basically the same as the human spongy body, except that it is not congested, but filled with salt water.

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　　 Wu Mian was busy, busy with the operation after Jianxie Hospital was established. The wheel of destiny turns slowly, while others are faced with choices that do not know the future.

　　Going to the newly established five hospitals means taking risks. And taking risks is an unacceptable choice for the Huaxia people who have always believed that stability is greater than the sky.

　　 Zhang Zimo, director of ICU of the Second Hospital, was rescued until very late before returning home. His lover left him a living room light. Icu is just like that, busy day and night.

　　 Body is exhausted, but Zhang Zimo is not a trace of sleepiness. Director Xue and Director Ma were transferred to the Fifth Hospital of the Medical University, and now they don't know what is going on. But what else can be done from scratch, and there will be too many uncertainties in the future.

　　 I heard that Teacher Wu contacted Cambridge Overseas Department, and it is said that the principal of Cambridge also flew in for surgery. Zhang Zimo couldn't judge whether these things were true or not. After all, he is still an outsider now.

　　 Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Zimo took out the cigarette, held it in his mouth, but didn't light it. Instead, he was holding a lighter in his hand and staring forward in a daze, as if he had been caught by a demon.

　　 Time passed by minute and second, Zhang Zimo felt he could hear his heartbeat.

　　 In such a night, the sound of the heartbeat is so clear, so clear. The past that had been blurred, bit by bit, gradually became clear, and then gradually faded and turned into nothingness.

　　 He didn't think about anything. He didn't have the aura of the Overseas Department of Cambridge Medical College, the Northeast Branch of Union Medical College, and the interests of the director of ICU of the Second Hospital of Medical University. Gradually, Zhang Zimo emptied himself completely, just staring at the TV in front of him in a daze.

　　 "Ah~" A scream cut through the night.

　　 Zhang Zimo's lover got up at night and saw him staring at the dark TV in a daze, with a smile on his mouth.

　　 A sense of fear lingered around him, and Zhang Zimo's lover yelled, as if he had seen a ghost.

　　 Zhang Zimo was also taken aback. He twisted his cigarette and asked, "What's wrong?"

　　 "Old Zhang, are you okay." Zhang Zimo's lover asked tremblingly, "You scared me to death, I thought you had a brain infarction."

　　 "It's okay, come, sit down." Zhang Zimo patted the sofa beside him, "I can't make up my mind about something."

　　 Are you going to get a divorce?

　　 is usually fine, and there is no sign of this. But if you don't sleep in the middle of the night and talk to yourself so solemnly, what else can you do if you don't get a divorce? Zhang Zimo's lover sat beside him with tears in his eyes.

　　 "We have been married for more than 20 years."

　　 "Twenty-three years and six months." Zhang Zimo's lover said softly, "Old Zhang..."

　　 "You have been very good to me these years."

　　"..."

　　 "How much money do we have?" Zhang Zimo asked softly.

　　 "Old Zhang, let's live a good life." Zhang Zimo's lover was dazedly startled, and then heard this "bad news", which was momentarily hard to accept.

　　 She felt like she was dreaming, having a nightmare. But when she tried to wake up, she couldn't wake up anyway.

　　 "I think the money should be enough for you and your children." Zhang Zimo was immersed in his own world, completely unaware of the changes in his lover's expression.

　　 "I want to do something, in the future..."

　　 "Old Zhang, are you someone out there? When did it happen." Zhang Zimo's lover tried to calm down, trying to make his tone as light as possible. She asked softly, but when she asked this, tears couldn't help but fall.

　　 "Don't you agree?" Zhang Zimo saw that his lover was crying, all he thought about was the transfer of Bajingzi, and he sighed softly, "It's also possible that that side will be better."

"Also a possibility?"

　　 "Don't you cry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the money at home should be enough for you and your children." Zhang Zimo said, "I don't spend any money..."

　　 Without finishing a word, the big ashtray hit his head, Zhang Zimo's eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

　　 "Old Zhang!" Zhang Zimo's lover was frightened. He was just impulsive, but when he saw the blood bursting up, the whole person had no idea. He lay on Zhang Zimo's body and cried, "Don't die, don't die."

　　 Zhang Zimo looked at the white and slightly yellowed roof. Back then, the house seemed to have moved in with a simple whitewash. Belonging to the four white landings, don't be too simple.

　　 Warm blood flows in front of your eyes, do trauma patients see this picture? I have always thought about what the patient would think when lying on the bed... But why does my head hurt so much?

　　 The severe pain awakened Zhang Zimo from the vain, he stretched out his hand and touched his head, the red color completely awakened him.

What's wrong?

　　 My lover lay on her body and cried, as if she was asking how much savings the family has. If they don’t make money since then, how much money the family can give when the child gets married in the south.

　　As the director of ICU of the Second Hospital of Medical University, Zhang Zimo is definitely not short of money. But he wasn't the kind of person who got into the eyes of money, so he had some savings, one hundred thousand or so, which was definitely not enough to buy a house in the imperial capital.

　　 Is it because my lover has such a big opinion about going to Bajingzi, she actually did it? Zhang Zimo was in a daze.

　　 "Called 120..."