There should be no one in Barack's world who is unaware of Dr. Anthony's existence.

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

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

"He's a great medical scientist, and every Mr. President has hired him as his medical advisor, even that bastard. Professor Barack said.

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

"Dr. Anthony is Mr. Wu's teacher, and the foreign academicians of the National Academy of Sciences and the School of Medicine of the United States are all recommended by doctors. "I don't know why they quarreled, but Dr. Anthony is still such a gentleman, he is a true gentleman, even if it is the end of the world!"

Dr. Anthony did 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, if I didn't have Mr. Wu, bilateral vocal cord paralysis would be difficult to diagnose. ”

Professor Barack was visibly agitated, and his words did not match his words.

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

What bilateral vocal cord paralysis, Dean Sun doesn't care very much anymore. A whimsical diagnosis, a little Taoist priest from the remote mountainous areas of Northeast China, the dealer did the same thing as a joke.

Dean Sun's focus is on the quarrel between Wu Mian and Dr. Anthony, which is a big gossip. Vaguely, Dean Sun was keenly aware of the fact that this matter was very big, and even hinted at something.

"Professor Barack, why are they arguing?" Dean Sun continued.

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

When the news came that Dr. Anthony and Wu Mian had quarreled in front of more than 100 visiting experts at the institute, Professor Barack had forgotten how shocked he was at that time.

He could imagine how sad Dr. Anthony would have been for even the purest gentleman. As long as the academic community has a sufficient level, everyone knows how much Dr. Anthony admires Wu, and even under his influence, Wu effortlessly selects foreign academicians.

Mr. Wu, a yellow-skinned Chinese, is the youngest foreign academician of the National Academy of Sciences and the Academy of Medicine. He was a genius, a genius without a doubt.

The dispute between the two geniuses, for whatever reason, Professor Becora did not want to get involved. Just thinking about it, he felt a little flustered.

The night he learned the news, he drank three bottles of rum in a row before Professor Bekla barely slept.

Dr. Anthony is a true gentleman.

Even in the face of Mr. Wu's "unfounded" accusations, he still did not lose his temper, and after being angry, he still persuaded his students not to leave. But Wu Mian refused indifferently and chose to leave.

Teacher Wu left, and he also passively left Teacher Wu. It is undoubtedly worth celebrating that there will never be so many surgeries and so many charity surgeries again.

But after the excitement, there is endless confusion.

Professor Bekra is deeply aware of the gap between himself and Mr. Wu, which is even greater than the gap between Kotwal and the United States in space technology.

I didn't expect to meet him here, but Mr. Wu is still so stable, standing firmly behind him like a mountain. No matter what happens, he can solve it quietly.

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

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

Sitting on the couch, Professor Bekra fell into deep thought. Dean Sun didn't dare to disturb him, so he could only sit quietly with Bekra.

Not even eating dinner, Bekra kept his eyes on the time.

In the past, when I was at Massachusetts General Hospital, as long as the time Mr. Wu said, he would definitely appear, and there was no exception. It's like a delicate watch handmade by a master craftsman, and there is never a mistake.

Time passed quietly, and Professor Barack did not feel tired at all, and watched the time carefully.

With three minutes to go, Professor Bekra breathed a sigh of relief, and he finally didn't have to be as uneasy as the horse that had just hit the horseshoe. Take a look, it's a time to witness the miracle!

He stood up with a snort, as if he was still Mr. Wu's assistant back then, and tidied up his white clothes.

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

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

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

But!

After all, he is Teacher Wu, the one-of-a-kind Wu!

Professor Bekra still maintained his appearance, just because that Teacher Wu had a perfect requirement that was close to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Striding to the ward, the closer it gets, the more nervous Professor Bekra becomes.

It's an indescribable tension.

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

Barack had thought about it countless times, but he didn't dare to draw conclusions easily.

There was a slight knock on the door, and Professor Becora pushed the door inside.

This is the ward, and the patients in it do their own operations, and they should have been the kings here. It's a pity that he is here, and he can only stand aside and watch Mr. Wu's magical "performances" again and again.

Ren Haitao is removing Zhuang Qidong's tracheal intubation, the sputum suction tube is still suctioning, and the fixing tape of the tracheal intubation has been loosened. The suctioning sound of hula shows that the patient's sputum volume is not very large, and the endotracheal tube will be removed the next moment.

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

"Whew. Zhuang Qidong made a sound in his throat, as if relieved, and then he glared angrily and said, "The Yan family is rich! Lose your mother!!"

The voice was normal and there was no difference from before the procedure. Except for a slightly hoarse voice due to endotracheal intubation, everything is as usual.

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