Sleepless Doctor

"Anatomically speaking, it should be a cerebral hemispherical cortex resection, but the term cerebral hemispheric resection is still used in customary terms. It is relatively simple to say, the operation is very rare, and I have not thought about letting ordinary people understand it." Wu Mian explained. .

But according to what Dr. Wu said, Zhuang Yongzhi was silent. Did Mr. Chu make a mistake? He didn't say much, and took the matter through without a trace, and brought Wu Mian and Lin Daoshi all the way to the main hall.

Lin Daoshi felt a little unhappy, after all, when he received the little uncle and himself, he was in the side hall, but Mr. Chu was in the main hall.

In the eyes of the Zheng family, the status is high and low, you can see at a glance.

But the little uncle didn't feel anything, Lin Daoshi pressed his patience and followed him in silence. I thought to myself that the Zheng family's feng shui is not good, it is really not nonsense.

Look at this one, what kind of illness is Chimera, and it's infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy. It is a miracle that Zheng Linkai can live until he is more than 20 years old without death. And Zheng Linkai almost died a while ago, and now he doesn't know if he has any sequelae.

Lin Daoshi was only slightly angry, and his mentality returned to normal after a few steps.

Coming to the main hall of the Zheng family's old house, Zhuang Yongzhi knocked on the door lightly, and then pushed in.

Sitting in the middle of the guest seat was an old man with a thin body and gray hair. He casually pulled up a bun and strung it with a chopstick.

Both eyes were white, and he knew that he was blind at a glance. The cheeks collapsed, but the complexion on his face was very good.

He heard the door pushed open, stood up slowly, and asked, "But Mr. Wu?"

"Old sir, I dare not be, I dare not be." Wu Mian was very polite and said with a bow.

Lin Daoshi was a little surprised, his little uncle looked kind, but his heart was awkward, like a wild horse. When facing the unfathomable Owen Rothschild, I didn't see Xiao Shishu so polite.

As for Zheng Qingmu and Zhuang Yongzhi, the tone and attitude of the little uncle when talking to them is like facing the family of ordinary patients, and he doesn't say anything. But in front of him, the little uncle was very respectful, and even rarely bowed.

"Although I have never met, you and I have known each other for several years." Mr. Chu said lightly, "Mr. Wu, do you know?"

"Old gentleman, you laughed, you call me husband, I don't dare to be. Or...you call me Doctor Wu?" Wu Mian smiled.

"It's fine. Doctor Wu, Lin Yuan is sick, and I have a hexagram three times, and every time it falls on you." Mr. Chu said with a smile, "It's just that the hexagram was obscure and unclear before. I want you to be busy. This time it was Fengleiyi, so the old man brought Lin Yuan to find you."

"The time has come and gone, and the dead trees have bloomed for many years, and the branches and leaves have reborn and flourished. Several people have met and praised. The forty-two hexagrams are indeed the upper hexagram. Congratulations to the old man."

"It will eventually fall on you." Mr. Chu smiled, "Doctor Wu sits down and waits for me to speak carefully."

Wu Mian had noticed that there was a person standing behind Mr. Chu, and he was undoubtedly Zheng Linyuan.

He and Mr. Chu wear the same Tsing Yi robe, their eyes are dull, their face is slightly fat, and they look silly. It's just that Zheng Linyuan seems to be in his thirties, and this is what surprised Wu Mian the most.

Patients with infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders can rarely live for so many years. It seems that Mr. Chu does have a claim and cannot be. As far as Wu Mian knows, there is still no good way to treat such diseases in the medical profession.

"Lin Yuan, this is Doctor Wu," Mr. Chu said.

Zheng Linyuan cast a dull gaze at Wu Mian, and smirked a few times, "I know you."

For a moment, not only Taoshi Lin, but even Wu Mian felt a chill in his back.

Mr. Chu said that he has known each other for many years, which means one thing; Zheng Linyuan said that he knows himself, but it means another.

"Do you know me?" Wu Mian tapped the white jade fingers of his right hand quickly on the arm of the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Zheng Linyuan who was standing behind Mr. Chu.

"Yeah." Zheng Linyuan nodded vigorously, with a smile in his eyes, "I can often see you, sometimes killing people with a knife, sometimes piercing a mouse with a needle."

"..."

Wu Mian blocked her throat in one breath. It seemed that this was the first time in such an embarrassing situation in her life.

Zhuang Yongzhi said that Zheng Linyuan had infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders. Wu Mian just listened and did not fully believe it.

After the meeting, Wu Mian had an inspection, and Wu Mian made his own judgment-Zheng Linyuan should belong to the kind of people with abnormal development and IQ problems. Although he didn't know what means he used to live until now, it was almost a miracle that he could stand in front of him.

To put it bluntly, Zheng Linyuan is a fool who doesn't know when he will have a seizure.

When others speak, there may be various traps, and fools will not have so much thought.

Wu Mian guessed that Zheng Linyuan said he used a knife to kill people, which should be described as an operation; while piercing a mouse with a needle is an experiment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ This description is strange and unbelievable, Wu Mian smiled awkwardly.

"Doctor Wu, Lin Yuan is still a child, don't be surprised." Mr. Chu said.

"It can be seen." Wu Mian said solemnly, "Lin Yuan, when have you seen me?"

"See you often." Zheng Linyuan chuckled and answered Wu Mian's words.

He speaks without logic, just like a child. When Wu Mian asked, he answered often.

Wu Mian stared at Zheng Linyuan, her eyes flickering.

"Have I spoken to you?" Wu Mian asked.

"No, I can see you, but you can't see me." Zheng Linyuan said.

Lin Daoshi almost lifted his robe with the cold hair on his back, his whole body was cold, and his hands trembled slightly. Xiao Shishu didn't let Xiao Shiniang follow him, did he know someone "stared" at him a long time ago?

"You should call me, maybe I know it or maybe." Wu Mian smiled and said to Zheng Linyuan.

Zheng Linyuan was stunned for a moment, and a little fear appeared on his face.

"Doctor Wu, Lin Yuan didn't mean to scare you." Mr. Chu said, "Don't scare your children either."

"Hehe." Wu Mian's right hand tapping on the arm of the chair gradually slowed down. He turned his gaze on Mr. Chu and asked, "Mr., generally speaking, it is difficult for patients with infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders. As an adult, how did you take care of Zheng Linyuan?"

"I only have some good feng shui skills, how can I take care of others." Mr. Chu's white eyes "looked" at Wu Mian, and said, "Many years ago I went to Nanyang and saw someone confuse the crowd, so I took action. Punish it."

"Oh?"

"I said there is a hat that I can see God when I put it on," Mr. Chu said. "I kept one and tried it. It didn't work for me. But Lin Yuan was very interested in this thing and often wore it. "