In the ward, Wu Mian sat in a chair by the window, and Professor Barack stood cautiously beside him.

The patient's vital signs are stable because the endotracheal tube has not been removed and the voice of speech is unknown. But Professor Barack has this confidence, Wu has already done the treatment, and the patient is certain, certain, and bound to return to normal.

"Mr. Wu, I did the operation very cleanly, but the postoperative complications were very strange. Professor Barack thought for a long time, but still couldn't be patiently curious, and asked in a low voice.

"Oh, it's normal, non-neck, head, chest surgery, complications of vocal cord paralysis are rare. Wu Mian said indifferently, "But when I was in Massachusetts, I remember that I gave a lecture and you also participated." ”

"Huh?" Professor Barack was stunned for a moment, what class, when, why didn't he have any impression at all.

"Vocal cord paralysis is resting of the vocal cords due to dysfunction of the vagus nerve or recurrent laryngeal nerve. It is a rare and life-threatening serious postoperative complication that occurs mainly after neck or chest surgery. Wu Mian said.

Ren Haitao's ears stood up again, like Teletubbies.

I just did a minor operation of vocal cord internal fixation with a fibroscope with a brondlog with Mr. Wu and Professor Chu in the disposal room, and I simply sutured twice with a 3-0 non-damage thread and was intubated.

The disposal is very simple, nothing special, Ren Haitao has not even figured out why he did this kind of disposal until now.

Ren Haitao never thought of what the vocal cords had to do with abdominal surgery, he knew that the doubts in his stomach would be solved, so he didn't even dare to breathe, and listened carefully.

It's just that Mr. Wu's English is too fluent, and his hearing is not very good, which is quite distressing.

"Vocal cord paralysis?" Professor Barack said suspiciously, "Mr. Wu, I have done many gastrointestinal surgeries, and I have never seen a single complication of bilateral vocal cord paralysis. ”

"I haven't seen it, which means you've done less. "Wu Mian's voice is flat, with a smile on the corner of his mouth," Kikura's team analyzed 31,241 patients who had undergone non-neck, brain or chest surgery and found that 24 patients had bilateral vocal cord paralysis, or about 0.077 percent. ”

“......”

"After Kikura's research group came out, I organized a study in Massachusetts, where you sat in the fifth row and chatted with the female intern next to you. ”

"......" Professor Barack had a vague impression.

Can...... I can't talk about the hot things I talked about with the female intern!

"Teacher Wu, I know!" Professor Barack immediately affirmed, "I'll go back and find relevant materials to study." ”

"Well, if you have the opportunity to attend classes in the future, you have to listen carefully. Wu Mian said lightly.

"Got it. Professor Barack was sweating.

"Go and rest, didn't you sleep all night yesterday?" Wu Mian asked.

"How do you know?" asked Professor Barack, curiously.

"Huh. Wu Mian smiled and changed the topic, "There are still 7 hours and 32 minutes, you can come back then." ”

"Teacher Wu, why don't you go and rest, I'll watch here. ”

"It's okay, I slept well yesterday. ”

This sentence in English is relatively simple, and Daoist Lin vaguely heard something, glanced at Wu Mian, and then glanced at Chu Zhixi. The game that came over the phone last night - brother, the words you pressed my hair are still ringing in my ears.

Professor Barack bowed deeply to Wu Mian and confirmed the time before leaving.

It wasn't until the moment he left the room and closed the door that Professor Barack felt sore, sweating like pulp.

"Professor Barack, how did Teacher Wu come here?" Dean Sun was also a little confused, and asked in a low voice.

"Is there any water?" asked Professor Barack.

"Yes, yes. Dean Sun hurriedly said and brought Professor Barack to his office.

The location is good, with a bird's-eye view from Happy Valley. Professor Barack stood by the window, grunting a bottle of water, and then let out a long breath.

"Professor Barack, is it Dr. Wu Mian, a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital?" Dean Sun and Wu Mian were not familiar with each other, but the iconic pair of sunglasses was hard to forget after seeing them once. So he couldn't eat it for sure, so he asked twice in a row.

"Well, yes. Professor Barack said, "Except for Mr. Wu, who dares to complete vocal cord fixation in the treatment room, and dare to say that the patient will be fine if he is extubated after 8 hours." My God, only Him, must be Him! Even if I don't wear sunglasses, I know it's Him. ”

The more Professor Barack spoke, the more agitated he became, and the water he had just drunk almost didn't squirt out.

Dean Sun thought it was very strange, even if it was Dr. Wu Mian Wu, even if it was to solve a strange medical problem, why Professor Barack was so excited.

But he knew that the world's top professors had a big temper, especially the one in front of him.

Don't look at his cautious face in front of Wu Mian, he usually has a lot of style, and almost no one dares to provoke him.

Professor Barack's agitation subsided, and he seemed to be thinking about something, his expression strange and unfamiliar.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Professor Barack, what's wrong with you?" asked Dean Sun.

"Damn, you should be burned at the stake and burned as a heretic!" Professor Barack cursed in anger.

"......" Dean Sun was stunned for a moment, why did Professor Barack scold himself?

"Teacher Wu is in the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, why are you still looking for me to operate!" Professor Barack said indignantly, "Don't you know that I am just Teacher Wu's former assistant!"

"Professor Barack, I don't know. Director Sun of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital said innocently, "I contacted Massachusetts General Hospital and recommended you to come for surgery." ”

"Squeak~" The bottle of pure water in Professor Barack's hand was pinched flat, and then he remembered something, and it deflated like a deflated balloon, and sat weakly in his chair, thoughtful.

"Professor Barack, what the hell is Dr. Wu going to do?"

"I don't know, since that day he finished his lecture and went to the biochemistry lab...... He had a big fight with Dr. Anthony, and it was said that the lab was smashed. Barack muttered.

Even now, it was a pretty shocking memory.

"Dr. Anthony, who is he?" asked Dean Sun, puzzled.

Dr. Wu is still young, and the status of the Chinese in the United States is not high. Being able to become a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, a foreign academician of the National Academy of Sciences and the School of Medicine is already a personal peak experience, and he can smash the laboratory!

Young man, a little unsatisfactory ground will explode, look, get thrown back. Dean Sun thought in his heart, and his emotions were a little complicated.

"You don't even know Dr. Anthony?!" Clark looked at Dean Sun like a fool.