"There''s no way to be unstable. The disease is here." director Ma is in a flat mood and tells the truth, "it''s estimated that Jinlin boy also has feelings with the old man. He''s closer than his own son, and his mood is out of control. It''s hard to say how long he can accept it."

    They chatted a few words and came to the door of the high room. Director Ma reached out and knocked on the door.

    The door opened silently, and a man in his thirties appeared at the door with red eyes.

    "Did the old man sleep?" Xue asked softly.

    "Just fell asleep," the man whispered, then crept out and closed the door gently.

    "Xiao Jin, let''s go ahead and say."

    "Dean Xue, is there any other way?" Jin Lin asked with red eyes.

    Dean Xue didn''t speak, just sighed. The expression and action were obvious. Jinlin seemed to know the answer, and his head hung down deeply.

    "Have you consulted the emperor?"

    "Well, several academicians consulted early in the morning, and there was no good way," Jin Lin said. "The relevant personnel of several hospitals have also asked, just like what we said here."

    "We also tried our best. Recently, Mr. Wu Mian was in his hometown and just invited him over for consultation to see the old man''s situation."

    Then president Xue glanced at Jinlin. Jinlin has no special expression, very plain, a little sad.

    I''m not from the medical circle. I don''t know Mr. Wu. It''s normal, Dean Xue thought.

    "Mr. Wu, it''s hard." although Jin Lin didn''t know the specific situation, he still expressed his gratitude.

    "Xiao Jin, what else do you think?"

    "If you can, be sure to let Zhou Laoduo......" Jin Lin''s voice choked, and he swallowed back directly. The whole person was full of a sense of loss.

    "Alas." President Xue patted Jinlin on the shoulder without saying anything to comfort him.

    This is an understanding person. After asking around, I know that the old man''s situation is no longer effective. At the beginning, Jinlin was still a little excited. Up to now, only sadness is left.

    If you want to have an insight into the world, although some people can do it, who can be really open-minded in the face of life and death.

    "Dean Xue, thank you very much. If I have nothing to do, I''ll go back first." Jin Lin said with his head down.

    "Er... I''ll call you when Mr. Wu comes to the consultation later." Xue Chunhe said.

    "President Xue, thank you for your kindness. Don''t call me," Jin Lin said softly. "I spend more time with the old man. I''ve been around all these years... I feel terrible these days."

    Jinlin left the office and didn''t even sit.

    President Xue sighed deeply. He felt very uncomfortable and depressed.

    "Dean, do you want to pick up Miss Wu?" director Ma reminded.

    "No." Xue Chunhe was depressed. He stared at the film hanging on the reader in a daze.

    It was all right when the physical examination was conducted in March. Now it''s just July. Why can''t you even do the operation.

    I don''t know how long later, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.

    "Miss Wu, you''re here." director Ma welcomed him out and said politely.

    "HMM." a voice floated in mid air.

    "Miss Wu, you''re here." Dean Xue turned and said politely.

    "I''ll see the eye film." Wu Mian went straight to the subject, "what''s the patient''s situation?"

    Immediately, a professor with a group of general chest reported the medical history. Wu Mian put his left hand under his right armpit and his right hand held his cheek. His fingers glittered under the light of the film reader.

    The medical history is very simple, and the problem lies ahead - the tumor is above the tracheal carina, so there is no way to carry out general anesthesia.

    If forced intubation, even if the bleeding can be controlled, the operation is not easy to do.

    Coupled with one-time implant transfer, the curative effect after operation can naturally be imagined.

    "Look at old Zhou," Wu Mian said after watching the film for a few minutes.

    "Do you know Mr. Zhou?" Dean Xue was surprised.

    "Eight years ago, Mr. Zhou gave me some guidance." Wu Mian said, "are you in the special needs ward?"

    "It''s in the high room here," said director Ma. "The old man has just slept. Mr. Wu, I''ll take you there. Fewer people and fewer interruptions."

    Wu Mian nodded and walked out of the office.

    Looking at the tall figure, he turned and left. The black leather shoes stepped on the ground crisply. Director Xue suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

    Maybe Miss Wu can do it? Who knows, rational judgment should be difficult. But... He is Miss Wu after all.

    President Xue didn''t follow him. The old man had just fallen asleep. When he went into a room, people seemed to respect him, but they were actually very bad to the patients. Just that mess is enough. Instead of letting Mr. Wu scold, it''s better to wait in the office.

    Before long, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor came.

    President Xue stood straight. When Wu Mian came in, he first asked, "how about Mr. Wu?"

    "Can do it."

    “……”

    Hearing Wu Mian''s resolute and unhesitating words, the room was silent.

    Mr. Wu, are you kidding? Can you do it?

    President Xue immediately knew what he had just felt. It was a feeling of winning. No matter how incredible, Mr. Wu has his own way.

    "Miss Wu, what about anesthesia?"

    "Acupuncture anesthesia, spontaneous breathing under light sleep, endoscopy."

    Acupuncture? Anesthesia?

    What the hell is this?

    "Isn''t this a witch doctor..." Li Zhongnan said.

    Before the words fell, he felt a faint darkness in front of him, and Wu Mian''s eyes pressed on his head like a mountain.

    Li Zhong is black and strong, nicknamed black bear. But in front of Wu Mian, somehow, the momentum was depressed. He didn''t even have the courage to ask a question.

    "Ignorance is not a personality," said Wu Mian coldly. "If you don''t, it doesn''t mean others won''t."

    "..." Li Zhong''s mind was blank.

    "Teacher Wu, really? Let''s not make fun of Mr. Zhou." Xue Chunhe said hurriedly.

    "I have a better relationship with old Zhou than you." Wu Mian said, stretched out his right hand, and knocked twice on the film reader with a white jade finger. "We took five acupoints of Hegu, Taichong, Qiuxu, Gongsun and Neiguan to anesthetize old Zhou by taking the combined acupoints of pericardial meridian, foot que Yin liver meridian and foot Shaoyang gallbladder meridian."

    "Parallel central venous catheterization, epidural puncture catheterization, and then laryngeal mask. The whole process is in a state of light sleep and spontaneous breathing."

    There was still silence in the office. Ren Haitao, the brain powder of Wu Mian, didn''t say a word. What acupuncture anesthesia, Ren Haitao has no contact at all. He is extremely strange.

    "Dr. Wu, I refuse."

    Jinlin suddenly spoke, and his tone was extremely positive.

    "You are not a direct relative and have no right to speak." Wu Mian turned his head, looked at him and said with a smile.

    Jinlin rushed up to his head. He shook his fist and said in a low voice, "Dr. Wu, we should believe in science. You''re not science!"