The righteous words of the director of the ICU seemed to calm the two gangs, and although they were still noisy, they were basically moving away from the ICU. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhu Xiaojun breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time a question arose.

With this question, it came to the evening.

At this time, it has been more than 40 hours since Wen Qingliang's onset of the disease, and the level of paraplegia has been stable for nearly 12 hours.

Qin Lu and Wenwen, who had slept well at home, came to the hospital with Lu Feng and Xiao Steamed Buns, and the director of the ICU made an exception to sell Zhu Xiaojun a face, approved two places, and could change into sterile work clothes and enter the ward to visit Wen Qingliang.

Gentleness naturally has to occupy one place, and the other should undoubtedly be Zhu Xiaojun.

But Zhu Xiaojun just wanted to give up this place to Lu Feng.

When Lu Feng saw Wen Qingliang in the early days, he was also frightened by Wen Qingliang's two yin owl eyes, and naturally he didn't have much affection for Wen Qingliang. However, after that incident three days ago, Lu Feng completely changed his opinion of Wen Qingliang.

This old man looks very serious and cold, but his heart is full of love for his daughter.

There are many parents in the world who are willing to give their lives for their children, but at the same time, there are also many parents who only care about asking for their children.

Lu Feng's parents belong to the latter.

Therefore, he felt the greatest love in the world in Wen Qingliang's body - a father's love like a mountain, and this feeling prompted him to have a strong desire to run to Wen Qingliang's hospital bed, take Wen Qingliang's hand, and call his father warmly.

One is willing to let and the other is willing to take, so the two places are implemented without dispute.

But in this way, the little steamed bun was unhappy.

Although he doesn't cry or make trouble, the way the little guy pouts and sults is really cute.

As a result, the director of the ICU could only make an exception again and allowed the family of three to enter the ICU ward at the same time.

Here, as soon as Qin Lu was thinking about saying something to Zhu Xiaojun, he saw a person in a hurry coming over, this person couldn't recognize Zhu Xiaojun for a while, but Zhu Xiaojun recognized this person at a glance.

It was Wen Qingliang's personal assistant and driver, the one who sent Zhu Xiaojun and Chen Lao Wu back to school after Zhu Xiaojun was smashed on the head with a beer bottle mixed by two provincial cities for Xiao Rou'er.

Zhu Xiaojun vaguely remembered that this gentleman's surname was Ou: "Mr. Ou, why don't you know me, I, Zhu Xiaojun!" ”

Mr. Ou was stunned, then showed a happy smile, pointed to the ICU, and asked, "How is Mr. Wen?" ”

Zhu Xiaojun sighed and replied: "My life is worry-free, but my body is paralyzed." ”

Mr. Ou sighed: "It's not easy to survive, you know, Mr. Wen's major is viruses, and I am his student, we have studied similar viruses, once infected, it is extremely dangerous." ”

Zhu Xiaojun said: "By the way, I saw you in a hurry just now, what's the matter?" ”

Mr. Ou seemed a little reluctant to say it, but after glancing at the ICU, he knew that it was absolutely impossible to see Wen Qingliang immediately with his own face, so he could only tell Zhu Xiaojun about it.

"Director Jiang from the south sent an invitation letter to Mr. Wen, and wanted to ask Mr. Wen to go and participate in a seminar on the topic of viruses.

Zhu Xiaojun took the invitation casually: "Isn't this equivalent to a piece of waste paper?" Please give that Director Jiang a reply, tell me the truth, otherwise, people will have to say that Lao Wen's shelf is too big. ”

Mr. Ou answered, and was about to prepare to go back.

Zhu Xiaojun casually glanced at the invitation letter, and suddenly shouted, "Mr. Ou, you wait!" ”

Mr. Ou stood on his feet and turned to look at Zhu Xiaojun.

Zhu Xiaojun took a deep breath, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it, you still don't reply to Director Jiang, Lao Wen can speak now, I'll ask him later." ”

Mr. Ou nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhu Xiaojun again.

"Oh, Mr. Ou, I still have something I want to ask you."

"Mr. Zhu asks, as long as I know, I will definitely tell you."

"When it was almost noon in the morning, a group of people came to your school, clamoring to transfer Lao Wen to the general hospital of the military region, and then a group of policemen in civilian clothes came, clamoring to control Lao Wen...... What the hell is going on? ”

Mr. Ou was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "This matter, in fact, it is some problems between those who wear military uniforms and those who wear police uniforms, you don't have to worry about them, those people from the school are deliberately making trouble to protect Teacher Wen." ”

Mr. Ou's answer was obviously not to tell the truth.

Since people refused to say it explicitly, Zhu Xiaojun didn't bother to ask more.

After the surnamed Ou left, Zhu Xiaojun took out the invitation letter again and read it carefully.

The person who issued this invitation letter was the director of Jiangnan Jiang University, who was fighting on the front line against that strange infectious disease.

In the invitation letter, Director Jiang gave a brief description of the difficulties he encountered, although the description was simple, but it was very clear, Zhu Xiaojun read it, and was 100% sure that the infectious disease described by Director Jiang was the FD3 virus.

What to do?

Contact Director Jiang directly and tell him that it is not too troublesome to deal with this disease, and that he only needs to be equipped with enough far-infrared tubes, and the patient can be cured by roasting the patient under the far-infrared for a day or two?

It's easy to say this, but it's strange that the other party doesn't think of himself as a madman!

The medical profession relies on seniority and influence.

His Zhu Xiaojun's qualifications can almost be ignored in the medical world, and his influence is more like a speck of dust in his tone.

Even Wen Qingliang, one of the top virus experts in China, would make a hasty call to Jiangnan as he had just envisaged, it would become a joke in the industry.

Unless...... Unless it is to personally intervene in the other party's treatment work and speak with facts.

But what can you do to get involved in the other person's treatment?

Break in? Or did he tell this Director Jiang University the ins and outs of this matter from beginning to end?

Zhu Xiaojun thinks about the left, but thinks it can't work, and thinks about the right, but still thinks it can't work.

Qin Lu saw Zhu Xiaojun's expression suddenly change on the side, and couldn't help asking, "Pig head, what's wrong with you?" This face has changed, how can it be like another color dragon. ”

Zhu Xiaojun is making difficulties, most people are always used to holding back alone when they are in trouble again, but Zhu Xiaojun is used to confiding in some reliable people, he has had this experience several times, talking and talking, inadvertently, he found a good way to solve the problem.

So, Zhu Xiaojun told Qin Lu about the causes and consequences of the FD3 virus.

Listening to Zhu Xiaojun's statement, Qin Lu's small face became even more excessive than Zhu Xiaojun just now.

"So, those guys have already researched this virus?"

"Nonsense, isn't it? Everybody's spreading the virus! ”

"Since it's already like this, it's useless for you to be anxious, it's better to wait for Lao Wen to get better and let him deal with this matter."

"Wait for Lao Wen to get better? How long will it take, you know, if you are infected with this virus, it will kill people! ”

"Dead people? What's all the fuss about, in this world, when will no one die? ”

Zhu Xiaojun pursed his lips and didn't talk.

Originally, I thought that I could find inspiration to solve the problem through a conversation with Qin Lu, but Qin Lu's few words made his boss unhappy, not to mention inspiration, if he could endure it without scolding, he was already self-contained.

As he spoke, the dead pig's head ignored himself, how could this be something that Qin Lu could bear, and was about to fire at Zhu Xiaojun, when he saw the gentle family of three walking out of the ICU.

Qin Lu could only swallow the words that came to his mouth back into his stomach.

"How's it going? Uncle Wen, is he okay? ”

There were tears on Gentle's face, but her eyes were full of joy: "My dad said he had a way to heal himself. ”

When Zhu Xiaojun heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "In the style of Comrade Wen, this is not like saying words to comfort us, this old guy will never tell half a lie in academics. ”

Gently put the little steamed bun in her arms on the ground and said, "Brother Xiaojun, my father wants to see you, and the director also agreed." ”

Zhu Xiaojun raised the invitation letter in his hand and said with a smile: "I still have a soul, I just have something urgent to find him!" ”

After changing clothes, Zhu Xiaojun entered the ICU ward and saw Wen Qingliang lying on the hospital bed.

"Chief, I have a hunch that they should act early!" After shielding the nurse, Wen Qingliang spoke.

Zhu Xiaojun unfolded the invitation letter to Wen Qingliang and said, "You can dispel this premonition, because they have been acting for several days. ”

Wen Qingliang saw that the signature of the invitation letter was Jiangnan, and said with a wry smile: "This person was transferred to the south from our province, and I am quite familiar with him. ”

Zhu Xiaojun said with a smile: "I thought of this, Lao Wen, I think the only way in front of us is to find a way to personally intervene in their treatment work and speak with facts!" ”

Wen Qingliang nodded instead of a blink: "I'm a paraplegic, and it won't get better for a while, but the other symptoms are not a big deal, Director Jiang's symposium is the day after tomorrow, when the time comes, let's go to his meeting together!" ”

"Just you?" Zhu Xiaojun shook his head, and suddenly laughed: "You are planning to turn Director Jiangnan's symposium into your own treatment research meeting!" ”

Wen Qingliang also smiled: "My disease, although it is a little troublesome, but it is not impossible, I have communicated with Director Liu just now, and he has now arranged it according to my method, if it goes well, the treatment plan can be used tonight, and after two days, maybe I will be able to get out of bed and walk." (To be continued.) )