"Uncle Wang, I came to see you." Wu Mian changed his shoes and went straight into the inner room. While walking, he said enthusiastically.

    Wei Dabao was stunned. He felt that the young man in sunglasses, khaki windbreaker and a pair of black little sheepskin gloves would really change his face.

    Turning your face is as fast as turning a book. That''s your ability.

    Is it a family craft? Trinket glanced at mayor Wu.

    "Roll ~" a series of curses came out, "what big tail wolf do you pretend to be? Do you think you''re great when you come back from abroad? Wear sunglasses, you want to pretend to be blind and go out for dinner? Why don''t you take your erhu."

    Then came a series of abusive words that were typed out in random code.

    Wu Mian was not unhappy. He stood in front of a familiar old man. He hadn''t seen him for a long time. The once gentle college student rooted in bajingzi township was old. White hair, face full of traces left by years.

    His whole life''s energy and enthusiasm were scattered on bajingzi''s land, leaving only an old body.

    Being scolded is a fact. The brain automatically records these dirty words that Wang Zhijian scolds himself, but Wu Mian takes the initiative to ignore them. The patient is clear and clear, which is the most critical! Can rule out many differential diagnoses.

    Moreover, Wang Zhijian held a cup of tea in his hand and took a sip when he was tired.

    It''s not hepatic encephalopathy. At least he remembers going abroad; It''s not Alzheimer''s, it''s another manifestation.

    Wu Mian''s brain was running at a high speed. His temple "banged", and the piercing pain made his body stagnate a little.

    "Uncle, I came to see you. It''s not good to scold when you open your mouth." Wu Mian hesitated, but he still didn''t take off his sunglasses.

    Wang Ran wants to come in and persuade his old man. Anyway, they are all guests. It''s not good to curse like this. The moment I came in, I saw Wu Mian''s side face. Time seemed to stop passing. When my hand was numb, the child almost didn''t fall to the ground.

    Hold the child in panic and hide your embarrassment and shyness.

    Wu Mian did not pay attention to Wang Ran. He looked at Wang Zhijian and narrowed his eyes behind sunglasses.

    "Uncle Wang, we haven''t seen each other for more than six years." Wu Mian stepped forward, took off his right glove and took Wang Zhijian''s hand.

    The skin is a little cold, a lot of sweat and sticky.

    "Get out!" Wang Zhijian shook off Wu Mian''s hand and scolded, "don''t have anything. If you have nothing, you can get close to me."

    His eyes are black, his lips are slightly blue and purple, and his skin is wet. Wu Mian has basically touched the situation in his heart.

    "Call 120." Wu Mian said firmly.

    "Wu Mian, I''m sorry, my father didn''t do this before... What? 120?" Wang Ran said in a panic, and finally noticed what Wu Mian said.

    120？ Okay, what''s your name 120!

    "Hurry up and go to the city," Wu Mian said.

    Thinking of lightning flash, Wu Mian has thought of first aid, operation, intraoperative complications and postoperative rehabilitation.

    Trying to suppress countless "miscellaneous thoughts", Wu Mian looked back and saw Wang Ran holding the child in a daze. No one around him did what he said, which made him feel quite strange.

    Without much to say, Wu Mian took out his mobile phone, took off a glove and made a call.

    That hand is really beautiful, fingers are flexible, and dialing the phone is like playing the piano. Wang Ran forgot that he was looking for 120 first aid, and his eyes were attracted by the hand under the kid''s leather gloves.

    "Wu Mian, what''s the matter with your uncle Wang?" Wu Zhongtai came in and asked.

    "If I suspect myocardial infarction, I must be hospitalized immediately. After diagnosis, I think I need surgery," Wu Mian said.

    Wu Zhongtai hesitated for less than a second and chose to believe in his family''s children.

    "I''ll come. We''re different from the city," Wu Zhongtai said.

    "Do you want to kill me?" Wang Zhijian roared. His hands began to tremble with anger. The water in the cup swayed and rippled.

    "Lao Wu, you son of a bitch, do you want to be a secretary? At your age, you can be a Secretary for you? With your quality, you can lead the people of the whole township to a well-off society?!"

    Wang Zhijian began to scold. Fortunately, Wu Zhongtai was usually upright and had nothing to hide. But even so, the Wangs were embarrassed. Wei Dabao stood in a corner and pretended that he didn''t exist.

    This is a curse war between two big men in the village. If you hear what you shouldn''t listen, will it be okay? For a moment, Wei Dabao''s inner drama increased again.

    "Go away!" Wang Zhijian scolded angrily. "You two have no good intentions. I don''t think I''m angry enough at the team meeting. You have to come home to anger me!"

    The more he said, the more angry he was, and the enamel jar in his hand was thrown at Wu Mian.

    Braving the dense hot water, Wei Dabao was stunned. This is all martial arts!

    It''s over. I witnessed the disharmony of the leading group of bajingzi township. How can I mix up in the future!

    But I didn''t finish thinking about it. I only saw Wu Mian''s shoulder gently shrug, his white jade hand raised, and just grabbed it on the handle of the cup. The enamel jar drew an arc in the air and danced along the water drops in the air. The water that had been scattered all over the sky was trickling back to the jar.

    It was like a water sprinkling action upside down. Wei Dabao was just about to applaud. His hand was quite beautiful! At this time, Wu Mian had put the enamel jar aside and said, "Dad, let''s go."

    "Go?"

    "Don''t make Uncle Wang angry." Wu Mian turned his head and nodded at Wu Zhongtai.

    "Don''t look like a dog here. Get out of my house quickly. You''re not welcome here." Wang Zhijian stood up and scolded angrily.

    Wu Mian did not explain. He grabbed Wu Zhongtai''s hand and turned and left.

    He greeted Wang Zhijian''s lover warmly, as if nothing had happened. The father and son changed their shoes and went out.

    "Wu Mian, what''s going on?"

    Out of the door, Wu Zhongtai couldn''t wait to ask.

    "Uncle Wang is ill. Does our township hospital have 120 emergency vehicles?"

    "There is one, just bought last year." Wu Zhongtai still doesn''t understand why Wu Mian insists that Wang Zhijian is ill. Looking at the old partner, he is full of confidence when swearing, which doesn''t seem to be sick. If you are ill, mental illness is still possible.

    After being scolded all day, Wu Zhongtai had to come to the door to scold at night. Wu Zhongtai''s face was more gloomy, as if shrouded in a rain cloud.

    Wu Mian pressed his hand heavily on his temple and then picked up his mobile phone.

    "Director Gao, it''s me."

    While going downstairs, Wu Mian dialed the phone. There was a man''s voice on the phone, full of surprise.

    "Mian Shao, what are you... What can I do for you?"

    "My name is Miss Wu. What''s wrong? Are you at home?"

    "Yes, yes, you''re going back to your hometown to save your relatives and passing through the provincial capital?" the man said hurriedly, "don''t refuse today. I''ll wash the dust for you."

    "I''m home early. There''s an acquaintance in bajingzi Township who suspects that the brain blood supply is insufficient due to acute myocardial infarction. If I''m right, I may need interventional surgery later."

    "Ah?" the man was filled with disappointment.

    "It''s convenient for you. I''ll call my father. If there''s a problem, he''ll take it to medical freshman."

    "Convenient, convenient. You''re welcome. I''ll go to the emergency room immediately after I answer the phone."

    "It''s convenient. I''ll hang up."

    Wu Mian simply finished and hung up the phone directly. Although he said it politely, Wu Zhongtai frowned with that cold energy.

    "Who?"

    "As a freshman in Medical University, he is the director of the first Department of circulation. The interventional operation is OK," Wu Mian said.

    "Why are you so rude to talk to the director?" Wu Zhongtai scolded.

    Wu Mian didn''t explain. He put on his sunglasses and said, "it''s estimated that my uncle Wang will be ill soon. Wait for the 120 emergency ambulance. The doctor in the emergency department of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital can''t do it. It will take at least two hours to prepare enough medicine from here to the freshman of the Medical University, including the traffic jam..."

    "Wait, you speak slowly."