Soon, Wu Mian received a reply.

He was a little surprised at the speed of his reply, how could he reply to his proposal so quickly with the efficiency of Massachusetts?

Could it be ......

Wu Mian got up from the bed, put on his slippers, and sat on a chair by the window. He was not in a hurry, but looked at the night outside the window and muttered for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Mian opened the email and saw the conjecture result.

This kind of thing is one of the few setbacks encountered for Wu Mian, who has had a smooth journey since he was a child and has never failed except for kebabs.

Why is this so? Wu Mian's brows furrowed tightly.

In the night, Wu Mian's eyes were very bright, like stars in the sky. His gaze seems to penetrate time and space, penetrate the truth, and see the truth.

Early the next morning, when Chu Zhixi woke up, he saw Wu Mian sitting in front of the window and watching the rising sun outside the window.

"Brother, why did you get up so early. Chu Zhixi asked as he nestled in the quilt like a kitten.

"Thinking about things. Wu Mian smiled, "Lazy girl, get up." ”

"Well, I have to go to work. Chu Zhixi said, "When is the weekend, I want to go to Lao Ou Mountain." ”

"Don't worry, it's only a few weeks. Wu Mian said with a smile, "Let's go to the breakfast shop opposite the hospital to eat steamed buns in a while, and his steamed buns stuffed with pork and green onions are particularly delicious." ”

......

......

Three days later, Xue Chunhe just came to work and saw Zhang Zimo, the director of the ICU, coming to block him early in the morning at the door of the office.

"Xue Yuan, it's early. Zhang Zimo said hello, bowed slightly, and followed behind Xue Chunhe.

Generally, I can only rush to work normally and come to the office door to block them. Otherwise, once you finish your shift, you will have a hard time finding someone.

Zhang Zimo came more than ten minutes in advance, and he had something to report to Dean Xue about scratching his head.

Entering the office, Zhang Zimo smiled apologetically at the two department directors and a department head behind him and closed the door.

"Zimo, what's the matter?" Xue Chunhe asked while sitting on a chair.

"Dean, do you remember the child that Teacher Wu sent a few days ago?"

"A little patient with Han Xue Ke's syndrome?" Xue Chunhe asked.

"Yes. Zhang Zimo nodded, "Now the child is fine, he can be transferred out of the ICU and discharged directly from the hospital." ”

Xue Chunhe's heart moved, and he immediately understood what Zhang Zimo meant.

The hospital receives many similar patients every year, most of whom are injured in car accidents, and there are no family members of the patients, and the name of the patient is written in the column of the name of the hospital.

But there are very few cases where the family members are really not found.

Even if you look at it after a long time, turn around indifferently and leave, the clinician knows it in his heart. What to do next, most experienced old doctors know.

This is all the black pot of the medical department, the kind that can't be shaken off.

But the situation of this little patient in front of me is completely different.

He is a trafficked child. And the disease he suffers from, Han Xue Ke's syndrome, does not need to be complicated to treat, as long as he is given enough water to drink and maintain a state of "diabetes insipidus". This is not a disease that can be treated by modern medicine, and no one has a cure.

But the ultimate problem for the hospital is not to treat the disease, but to send the child!

The group that came with the children were all brought to justice, and now they are being interrogated in a different place to find out the remnants of their comrades.

"Can you contact your family?" asked Xue Chunhe.

"Director Ma communicated with the public security system yesterday, and the gang said that they could not remember where the child came from. Zhang Zimo said, "After comparison, I didn't find relevant information from big data." ”

"What about the civil affairs department?"

"I have also been contacted, and they dare not accept sick children. Zhang Zimo said helplessly.

A hospital is not an adoption center, so you can't always find a room for your child to live in. What's more, the ICU can be called an inch of land, and it has been a long time to live for 3-4 days.

It is estimated that this little patient is not willing to be asked by other departments, so Zhang Zimo came to him to solve the problem.

Xue Chunhe was a little annoyed in his heart, how could he solve it by himself?

It's not to stay, it's not to stay, Xue Chun and one head have become two big.

He carried his mobile phone in his hand, and he turned around, as if he had some hard decision.

"Xue Yuan, what do you think?" Zhang Zimo waited for a full 5 minutes and couldn't help but ask.

"You can give Mr. Wu a call and ask. Xue Chunhe frowned and said, "It's a patient sent by Teacher Wu, and the bell needs to be tied to the bell." ”

“......”

Zhang Zimo immediately lowered his head, and he finally understood why Dean Xue was holding the mobile phone in his hand and refused to speak.

This kind of offending thing, no one is willing to do it.

Xue Chunhe didn't mean to throw the pot, he hesitated for a while to dial the phone.

"Mr. Wu, there is something I would like to report to you. ”

"In the case of child abduction and trafficking a few days ago, the young patient with Han Xerko's syndrome who was sent to our ICU can be discharged......"

When Xue Chunhe said this, he immediately paused, and the others were only left blank. What does he mean, Mr. Wu should already understand. As for him, if he doesn't want to solve it, he pretends to be confused and changes the topic directly, and then he can find a way.

Wu Mian's voice was faintly heard on the phone, and Zhang Zimo pricked up his ears for a long time and didn't hear clearly what Teacher Wu was saying.

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for your news. Xue Chunhe said with a smile, "Teacher Wu, you wait and hang up the phone." The youngest grandson of my old leader's family is fine, he has been transferred out of the ICU, and the situation is very good, and it is estimated that there will be no sequelae. The old leader urged me every day for the past two days to have a meal with you and express my gratitude. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for your news. ”

After speaking, Xue Chunhe hung up the phone.

"Xue Yuan, is Mr. Wu willing to want this little patient?" asked Zhang Zimo.

Xue Chunhe's expression was a little strange, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Teacher Wu said that he would think about it. ”

Consider, it is estimated that it will be enough to think about things. Why did Dean Xue smile so sweetly at such perfunctory words? The possibility that he couldn't hear it was about zero. Zhang Zimo was a little confused, but Dean Xue's expression was calm and indifferent, and he couldn't see any clues.

Zhang Zimo said sadly, "Xue Yuan, you can't keep the child in our ICU all the time." We're going to fill the bed now, and we'll talk ......."

and so on. Xue Chunhe waved his big hand and said, "Teacher Wu has said everything, what are you talking about." ”

Zhang Zimo had no choice but to stand up and say goodbye.

It is estimated that Mr. Wu has no good way, the civil affairs department does not dare to take this kind of thing, what if he dies, and the hospital cannot stay.

It's really a hot potato.

Zhang Zimo walked out of the office building, looked at the inpatient department and sighed.