Sleepless Doctor

Soon, Matthew De "rolled" out like a ball.

Scan the QR code to pay and let the taxi driver go first. Matthew De said, "Professor Barack, I heard Master Wu say that you are a professor of gastrointestinal surgery at Massachusetts General Hospital. You used to be a member of Master Wu’s medical team. I am very happy. Know you."

Professor Barak has a cold face, his head is slightly raised, and his curly hair is trembling slightly in the cold wind of Yajingzi.

Matthew De was a little embarrassed. It seemed that Professor Barack did not understand Chinese. But my English level is very poor, what can I do?

No way, Matthew can only bite the bullet and speak English.

Because Jianxie Hospital is regarded as an international hospital in a broad sense, in order to better communicate with doctors and nurses, Matthew picked up the English that he had eaten when he was okay recently.

He spoke to Professor Barak again in poor English, and Matthew was a little nervous and didn't know if his grammar was wrong.

"Where is Wu?" Professor Barack asked hurriedly in English.

Matthew De said, “In a tertiary grade-A hospital in the province, it seems that something has been encountered. Professor Barak, Mr. Wu asked me to arrange for you to live in the staff dormitory first.”

"I'm going for the operation." Professor Barack said quickly in American English, "I have to go! This is the operation of the medical team!! My God, a 15cm foreign body is in the duodenum, how can this operation be possible? I am missing!"

Matthew Deth thought for a full 20 seconds before he probably understood what Professor Barack meant.

The professor from Massachusetts seems to have a bad temper, Matthew De judged.

Forget it, how come I am an international friend, not far away to Bajingzi...

Matthew did not dare to think of similar thoughts in the past.

Mass., Bajingzi, these two words always give people a very absurd feeling.

But now it appears alive.

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Wu Mian put down the phone and Chu Zhixi asked, "Brother, Barack is here?"

"Well, sneaky, like a thief in Harlem." Wu Mian smiled, "Who knows what he thinks."

"Professor Barak is persuading us to go back."

"If he had a long brain, he wouldn't think that way," Wu Mian said, "No matter what, after the patient's parents come and ask about the situation, we have a good idea, let's go directly to the operation."

"Emmm, brother, I guess it's chopsticks. How did the patient eat the whole chopsticks?"

"It may also be bones." Wu Mian said, "Swallow long and slender ribs directly. But anyway, it's rare. Don't think about this kind of thing? Really."

"I don't understand."

"Are people different from people? I definitely don't understand." Wu Mian said, "Don't think about it? Wait a while. I think maybe I have to communicate with the patient? After all, it is important to know what it is."

"Can't it be taken down completely?"

"I don't know what it is, I am always uneasy." Wu Mian sighed? "I'm afraid it is something rare."

"Hahaha, brother? You have committed obsessive-compulsive disorder again."

"Yeah." Wu Mian didn't refute? "Who knows, anyway, it's not an urgent operation. Try to grasp the situation as much as possible."

After 15 minutes? The patient's parents came to the Second Hospital of Medical University.

Are they very typical rural people? When they came to the provincial capital, there was fear in their eyes, and they didn't dare to say a word of babble.

Wu Mian tried to be gentle and asked a lot of related questions, but received very little feedback.

The patient’s parents did not have any relevant memories, they just stated some facts.

This patient can be said to be ill-fated? When he was a child, he digs out a house sparrow and fell from a tree? Almost never fell to his death; fished and fell into the river? Almost drowned; he went to work as an adult and was driven by a bicycle while drunk. Direct contusion? Caused lumbar compression fracture? Almost no hemiplegia.

These medical history have nothing to do with the duodenal foreign body in front of me? Wu Mian was a little disappointed.

The patient's anesthesia was sober, Wu Mian had no choice but to ask the patient.

As he thought, the patient himself had no memory of it, and he didn't even know what it was.

The only thing left is the operation, Wu Mian sighed.

"Mr. Wu, hello." A little old man appeared at the door, wearing a white suit. The wrinkles on the white suit were still there, and he knew that he had just found it out.

Wu Mian glanced at the name badge from a distance, and said with a smile, "Director Zhao, hello, I'm causing you trouble."

"Mr. Wu, you are too polite." Director Zhao of Gastrointestinal Surgery said, "I rushed over from home after Xiao Liangzi said briefly. Do you have any film of the patient?"

"Here, you have a palm." Wu Mian said very politely.

Director Zhao Xiangming saw two CT films inserted in the reader, he bowed slightly, and was polite with Wu Mian, and walked over.

Just one glance, Zhao Xiangming was startled. The foreign body in the duodenum was shining brightly in front of him, which was really scary.

"Ms. Wu, is it really in the duodenum?! It's a foreign body in the duodenum. It's really rare." Zhao Xiangming asked, unable to believe his eyes.

"I looked at the gastroscope, and the image data is in the medical record." Wu Mian said, "The foreign body is straight, about 12-15 cm long, and covered with stones. It is not clear what it is. There is an accumulation of stones at one end, causing the duodenum. The big RT is half blocked."

"Teacher Wu, what I meant... I mean how did this stuff get in?" Zhao Xiangming asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, who knows, what might happen."

"How long is the duodenum, and there are three bends. This thing is in the intestine, and the patient hasn't found it for so many years?! Teacher Wu, how do you get in?"

Zhao Xiangming was frightened by the imaging materials ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Like Wu Mian just now, he kept asking how the foreign body got in.

"Normally, it is taken by mouth." Wu Mian said with a sigh, "I asked the patient and the patient's family members, but I didn't have any impression. Maybe it was a coincidence, or it might have swallowed bones."

"This is a coincidence," Zhao Xiangming murmured.

"Hehe, it's a coincidence that a book is impossible." Wu Mian smiled. "When I was in the United States, there was an accident in San Marino, a small city in southern California."

"What accident?" Zhao Xiangming thought it was a medical accident, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Although it is far away in California, the four words "Medical Malpractice" are like steel needles, which are directly inserted from the ears and directly into the brain.

"Director Zhao, don't worry, it's racing." Wu Mian said with a smile: "Two American policemen drank some alcohol during the break and racing. One of them took out a gun and shot him, and finally hit him in the head."

"..." Zhao Xiangming was speechless.

The stupid hands and feet are no longer distinguished. Is it suicide? How can you hit yourself?