Professor Barack stood in front, his eyes wide in anger, waiting to see how miserable his patient had died after his surgery.

Wei Dabao pulled the bed out, Zhuang Qidong was lying on the bed, with an endotracheal tube in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and occasionally beating.

Person...... It seems to be alive.

"What did you do to the patients?" asked Professor Barack, angry and dismissive.

Wei Dabao sneered, bent over, and didn't dare to raise his head. The solemn feeling in Professor Barack's words frightened him. Although Wei Dabao couldn't understand English, he could hear the anger.

"Sent back to the ward, and the endotracheal tube was removed after 8 hours. Wu Mian and Zhuang Yongzhi explained.

Zhuang Yongzhi's body blocked his vision, and Professor Barack did not see Wu Mian from the narrow gap for the first time. But when he heard a familiar voice in his ears, he immediately froze.

Although this voice is Chinese, the tone and tone are so familiar, is it ......

The tall, slender body deflected dexterously, and his gaze passed through Zhuang Yongzhi, and when Professor Barack saw Wu Mian with a warm smile on his face, he seemed to have been hit by a spell, and he did not move.

"Barack, long time no see. Wu Mian smiled and asked, "You did the operation?"

Director Sun of Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital frowned, why is this young man so rude, is this the attitude of talking to the world's top surgeons?

It seemed that it was a doctor, not a geomaster, and Dean Sun coughed, wanting to help Professor Baic say a few words.

Not to help Professor Barack speak, but to scold the young man before Professor Barack gets angry.

As soon as he opened his mouth, before he could be born, the tall and thin figure in front of him suddenly folded like a mountain.

Professor Barack bent over and trotted to Wu Mian's side.

A flower bloomed on his shriveled face, "Teacher Wu, when did you come?"

Professor Barack was originally a Texan, with a Texan accent. But when talking to Wu Mian, he tried to lean on the London accent, and his words were jerky and a little awkward.

"Just came. Wu Mian smiled, "The operation is fine, but there are complications after the operation, and if you can't understand it, you fool yourself around?" ”

Professor Barack's waist bent a little more, and the smile on his face grew, "Didn't I just want to send you an email?" ”

"It's over, send the patient back. Wu Mian let go of the bed and said with a smile.

"OK, OK, OK!" Professor Barack said quickly.

He then straightened up and said to the white arrow, which lacked a sharp arrow, "Send the patient back to the ward, don't you hear?

"It's hard to imagine that there would be such a stupid assistant, how did you get your medical qualifications!"

"And you, why ......" Barack snarled as he faced where he had just stood, and a cloud of air roared.

"Barack, you go and send the patient back. Wu Mian said.

"OK, OK, OK!" Professor Barack smiled like a chrysanthemum with his hands on the flat cart.

Dean Sun was dumbfounded, Professor Barack, what's wrong?

Professor Barack yelled at where he had been standing, as if he were scolding the air.

I still wanted to help him speak, but I didn't scare Professor Barack into switching sides directly and becoming his opponent 1 second ago.

What the hell is going on?

The young man ...... Dean Sun knew that the problem must be with the young man in front of him, and he looked Wu Mian up and down, feeling a little familiar.

"Get out of the way!" came Professor Barack's cold voice.

"Uh......"

"You're in the way!" Professor Barack said angrily.

The white arrows suddenly turned into two rows, standing against the wall, and everyone didn't even dare to breathe.

No one knew what was going on, and all eyes were on the face of the top-notch young man, as if the flowers were blooming there.

"Uh......" Dean Sun's hand was raised, pointing at Wu Mian, a gurgling sound came out of his throat, and a stream of air was turning, but he couldn't spit it out.

"Dean Sun Ximing, what's wrong with you?" Wu Mian asked with a smile.

Wu ...... Teacher, where are your sunglasses? Where are your gloves? Take off your sunglasses, I'm ...... I don't recognize it. Dean Sun stammered.

I just felt familiar, Dean Sun and Wu Mian were not very familiar, but they had only met a few times from afar. In his impression, Wu Mian's image is a cold appearance wearing sunglasses, a khaki trench coat, and gloves.

Unexpectedly, after taking off his sunglasses, Mr. Wu turned out to be what he is now.

"Huh. Wu Mian just politely said hello, but he didn't think about what to say to Dean Sun.

"Go and see the patient. Wu Mian bowed his head and said softly to Chu Zhixi.

The two of them strode to the ward following Professor Barack's figure, and Daoist Lin walked out of the disposal room.

"Zhuang Jushi, fortunately, did not fail in the mission. Daoist Lin clenched his fists and arched his hands, holding the wooden sword of Lei Huomu with one hand, with a feeling of tiredness all over his body, as if the ten minutes at the end had drained all of Daoist Lin's energy, and even a few more white beards.

"Immortal Lin, my father ......," Zhuang Yongzhi asked.

"Ling Zun is no longer in a big deal, because the change of form is too much damage to the essence and blood, and it will take a few hours to cultivate. Daoist Lin exhaled a breath of turbid air and said softly, "But people are no longer in the way, and the souls are overwhelmed, and everyone is happy." ”

"Woo......" Zhuang Yongzhi let out a long breath.

It's okay, it's fine.

"Lin Xian has worked hard. Zhuang Yongzhi said gratefully.

"I'm fine, it's my little uncle who works hard. Daoist Lin didn't dare to be greedy, and said lightly, "I'm not at ease, after all, the old man is weak in blood and blood, and I will protect the Fa, and it will be successful until the spirit is complete." ”

After speaking, Daoist Lin held the peachwood sword in his hand upside down, put his back behind him, and strode after Wu Mian.

Ren Haitao fell at the end, he was wearing sterile gloves, and he just wanted to clean up the disposal room.

This is the rule of domestic hospitals, who pollutes and treats, and who uses the equipment and cleans. Otherwise, once the head nurse finds out that the disposal room is messy, it is estimated that she will be scolded for a month.

But where to put the things, Ren Haitao didn't know at all. And how to charge for all kinds of equipment? Where to return the bag after cutting it? He didn't understand any of this at all, and he stared at everything in front of him in a daze.

"This teacher. The nurse from the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital walked in and said politely, "Please." ”

"I ...... I didn't pack my things. ”

Standing behind, Dean Sun, who had a dignified face, was stunned for a moment, and the doctor next to him immediately took over, like a robot with full gears, and began to clean up the disposal room.

"Uh, I'm sorry. Ren Haitao said politely.

Dean Sun smiled bitterly, these jobs are not what doctors should do at all, where did Mr. Wu Mian find such an anesthesiologist who has never seen the world?