"Wu Mian's friend. A woman's kind voice came from the doorbell.

Hearing the word Wu Mian reach his ears, Duan Fei was stupid. Wu Mian: Didn't he get along outside, and went back to his hometown to gnaw at the old age?

What is the situation? Could it be that Wu Mian is just coming back for vacation? People are getting mixed up outside, and even the big leaders of multinational groups have to rush to make sycophants?

He was thinking about it when the door of the unit opened, and when he saw a group of people going upstairs, Duan Fei hesitated for 0.2 seconds and followed him in.

This building was built relatively early and belongs to the first batch of buildings in the real sense of the word in Bajingzi Township. At that time, it looked high-end and high-grade, but now I feel that the corridor is cramped. Especially after standing up for more than a dozen urban professional white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes, Duan Fei felt breathless.

"Hello, aunt. ”

Sturley's general manager stood in front of the door, bowed slightly, and greeted him in Cantonese Mandarin. The accent was a little strange, but I could still understand it.

"It's Wu Mian's friend, come in and sit, come in and sit. A woman who looked to be only forty years old looked at the people who were all over the stairs with a little astonishment.

"Excuse me. The general manager said, "Knowing that Mr. Wu returned to China, I took ...... with me."

As soon as he was halfway through the words, a cold voice came from the back room, "Wu Mian is not at home." ”

“......”

Duan Fei was stunned for a moment when he heard this voice, arrogant, rude, and indifferent, these labels were no different from the Wu Mian in his cognition.

Over the years, Wu Mian has not changed, but seems to have become more rude.

Wu Mian's mother was a little embarrassed, she said embarrassedly, "My Wu Mian is like this, his temper is not very good, don't care." ”

"Auntie, Mr. Wu rarely sees outsiders, and I bothered me. The general manager hurriedly said. After speaking, his voice raised slightly, with a bit of respect in his politeness, "Teacher Wu, I will send you your usual special surgical supplies." ”

Surgical supplies?

Duan Fei's mind completely turned into paste.

Isn't Sturley an adult product, what the hell is the operation, could it be that the second dimension has started to play with the operating room COS?! Or rich people will play, tsk.

No, how could the general manager of a multinational group in Greater China come to Bajingzi Township to deliver surgical supplies? Could it be fake?

Are all scammers so professional now? Duan Fei had a hundred thousand whys in his heart, and looked at the general manager stupidly and bowed deeply, and then refused Wu Mian's mother's retention, leaving only a delicate suitcase and a gilded business card, and left directly.

A group of people went downstairs, and Duan Fei gave way in the cramped corridor. When the general manager walked by, he vaguely felt a strong sense of oppression coming to him.

"Xiao Fei, when did you come?" Wu Mian's mother greeted Duan Fei when she saw it.

"I ...... I heard that Wu Mian was back, so I came to see him. Duan Fei stammered.

Hearing him say this, the general manager gave him a deep look sideways, and then turned to leave.

"Xiao Fei, Wu Mian is resting, when he rests, can you get together for a while?"

"Good, good. Duan Fei just made an excuse casually, and left as if he had escaped after speaking.

Closing the door, Zhang Lan sighed, glanced at the box on the ground, walked to the door of Wu Mian's bedroom, patted the door, and said, "Xiao Mian, there are guests, and you won't come out to take a look." ”

"Mom, I'm chatting with Kiko. ”

"Let's chat, I'll make sweet potatoes for you to eat at night. Zhang Lan said.

Wu Mian was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and the curtains of blackout cloth blocked out the bright and warm sun. He was lying on the bed, but he was still wearing sunglasses and black lambskin gloves on his hands.

"Brother, who's coming?" asked the girl on the other side of the phone.

"Mr. Sturley, he should have brought me gloves. Wu Mian said lightly, "You come back quickly." ”

"Yo, you miss me if you haven't seen me for a day?" the girl said with a smile.

"They all say that the country hospital is idle and nonsense. Wu Mian said, "I went early in the morning and saw a patient with paralysis of limbs caused by low blood potassium. ”

"You took off your glasses?"

"No, just look at it. Besides, I can't do it without taking off my glasses, I glanced at the electrocardiogram, and I still feel uncomfortable when I come back. ”

"Got it, I'll stay for one night, talk to my mom, and I'll go tomorrow. Chu Zhixi said, "Don't take off your glasses by yourself, let me tell you, if you go to the ICU, you will be admitted to the ICU...... No, there doesn't seem to be an ICU on Yaiko's side. ”

"It's just insomnia, headaches, how to get to the ICU. Wu Mian said, "Okay, you hurry up and come back." ”

"Got it, what's for dinner at night?"

"My mother said that making sweet potato hanging pulp is to pull sweet potatoes. When I was a child, I liked to eat them, but at that time, I was poor and couldn't afford sweet potatoes, so I used potatoes. Only during the Chinese New Year will I eat sweet potatoes. ”

The two chatted for more than twenty minutes before Wu Mian hung up the phone.

Since he was a child, he was regarded as a genius, a standard child of someone else's family. But only he knows the trouble.

He has a super memory, and the bits and pieces of daily life, many "useless" memories are like files stored in the computer, as long as his thoughts flash, they will appear in his mind.

Generally speaking, this should be regarded as hyperamnesia syndrome, referred to as hyperamnesia. But too much memory seems to others to be talented, but in Wu Mian's eyes, it is an extremely painful thing.

As we age, the disease becomes more severe than mild. Not only does he remember everything he has experienced, but his brain unconsciously analyzes more information on its own as if it has installed software.

And it's not just hyperamnesia, Wu Mian highly suspects that he also has scholar syndrome.

However, there are no standard laboratory tests for hyperamnesia and scholar's syndrome as a basis for diagnosis, and Wu Mian is just guessing. His whole person, especially his hands, was so sensitive that Wu Mian couldn't bear it.

For example, when shaking hands, ordinary people can judge the other person's emotions and other information through strength, movement, and temperature. But in addition to these, Wu Mian could even feel the subtle information of the other party's fingerprints.

Anatomically understood, fingerprints, palm prints, and plantar lines are the protrusions of the dermal tissue between the epidermis and the dermis to the epidermis, which is called dermal RT, Dermal papillae.

No two leaves are the same, even if they are twins, and their fingerprints are not the same. The opening of such a keen awareness made Wu Mian completely fall into the abyss.

There was an influx of information of a geometric magnitude more than that of ordinary hyperamnesiac patients, which made him feel bad. As long as he moved a thought or touch, infinite information poured into his mind, making Wu Mian have a headache.

It's okay during the day, but in the dead of night, even if it's a dream, Wu Mian will ingest countless information.

He was enveloped in insomnia, and it became a luxury to be able to sleep well.

Therefore, after Wu Mian came back from the United States, he refused the invitation of the major tertiary hospitals in China that knew the news, and returned directly to his hometown. It's good to think that your hometown is quiet, that you can receive less information and suffer less crime. What a bright future is all vain for Wu Mian.

But the patient who met the "ghost press" in the morning cast a haze on Wu Mian's heart.