"Boss?" Professor Barack looked at Wu Mian carefully, but he couldn't see Wu Mian's expression clearly through the transparent mask, goggles, and masks. He couldn't tell whether the boss was angry or not.

"Tell me less, otherwise the respiratory alkalosis will become worse and worse, and you will be pushed out to rescue you in the end." Wu Mian asked for warm salt water and began to rinse.

"That's not what I mean." Professor Barack quickly cooperated with Wu Mian for the rinsing and found the bleeding point. "Actually, I felt very strange when I got off the plane."

"Oh." Wu Mian responded lightly.

"In my imagination, it is impossible to conduct large-scale isolation or a large city of tens of millions or above without dispatching the Army and National Guard."

"You mean that hurricane? The losses reached trillions, and there was chaos everywhere plus zero yuan purchases, right?"

"Yes, I've accepted one..."

"Close your abdomen." Wu Mian said, "What you said is meaningless. Have a good surgery. If you talk less, even if it is only a little bit, we will have to go back to the hotel to sleep at this time."

"Boss, this country, the people here are really good, everyone is at home honestly..."

"I'm not angry, you don't need to say this." Wu Mian began to suture the peritoneum, thread scissors, middle bends, and needle holders switched back and forth in his hand.

The movements were clean and neat, and the two layers of gloves did not cause any trouble to Wu Mian. His techniques were still outrageous.

"What I'm curious about is that e-cigarette pneumonia has exploded many times, why..." Wu Mian said a little and stopped directly.

"What then?" asked Professor Barack.

"Nothing then, next."

No matter how Professor Barack asked, even if he almost broke up his third personality, Wu Mian didn't say a word.

I don’t know how long it took, but today’s surgery ended.

Chu Zhixi, Zheng Kaixuan and two nurses were still helping in the emergency room. Wu Mian asked them to change their clothes and prepare to go back and rest.

Taking off the goggles, the deep marks were shocking.

"Boss! You actually look embarrassed!" Professor Barack said happily, "Do you know, now I'll take a photo of you. The Bichins in Cleveland and Mayo are definitely willing to buy it for a lot of money. They just want to see you in a mess, but they have never had a chance."

"Do you have no chest tightness or shortness of breath?" Wu Mian looked up and looked at Barack and asked.

"After taking off the protective items, I took two deep breaths and it would be much better." Professor Barack said.

"Did the numbness of hands and feet disappear?"

"yes."

"Where is that feeling of fear?" Wu Mian's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"..." Professor Barack was stunned for a moment, "boss, don't scare me."

Wu Mian lit a cigarette and sat in the locker room and smoked quietly. He picked up his cell phone and began to search for his email.

There are several new emails in the email address. The emails are very large and open a little slow.

Professor Barack was tactful and did not look at Wu Mian's mobile phone, but instead nagged to himself, "I'm so tired. I would rather go back to Massachusetts for a day of surgery than wear protective clothing for 8 hours."

"Did you forget the working hours in Massachusetts long ago? In Massachusetts, you can do up to 6 hours of surgery every day, but it's not like it. The work intensity here is too great to accept it." Another Professor Barack said.

"It's really hard to imagine how much pressure the people here are under. I felt like I was about to collapse after just one day."

"The boss is still here. If you don't want to go back to the country with the second batch of evacuated overseas Chinese planes, it's better to shut up."

Wu Mian quietly looked through the emails, her hand speed was extremely fast, and she paused occasionally because of the network transmission speed.

After smoking a cigarette, Wu Mian put away his cell phone.

"Boss, who asked you for surgery?" Professor Barack asked.

"It's not a surgery, it's an email from the virus laboratory." Wu Mian didn't hide it and said, "I'm looking for a new strain of virus mutations recently."

"Well……"

Wu Mian did not continue to explain to Professor Barack, and called Chen Lu and asked her about her time.

Girls always have to be slower, and Wu Mian is not in a hurry. She stood quietly in front of the window of the locker room, looking at the lights of thousands of families in Tianhe City in the distance.

From a distance, Tianhe City is peaceful and quiet, without a trace of fierce battle. It’s just that there are countless pedestrians, countless cars, and there are many neon lights flashing in the city.

It was quiet, as if waiting for the moment of recovery.

I don't know if this moment will come.

"Teacher Wu, don't you feel tired?" Ren Haitao asked.

"I'm fine."

"I'm wearing protective clothing for anesthesia for the first time. I didn't feel anything on the stage just now, but after I got off, I started to feel sore all over." Ren Haitao said with a bitter face.

"Just go out and take two breaths of fresh air," Wu Mian said, "It's basically caused by respiratory alkalosis."

"Why do I feel that your surgical level has not decreased, but is faster than before?" Ren Haitao asked.

"You said the surgery in the provincial capital. Those surgeries are not difficult in themselves, and they are not racing. There is no time requirement, so you will naturally do it slowly." Wu Mian said, "It's different here. I can finish it early as soon as possible and go back to rest early."

"Is this... your limit?" Ren Haitao asked in surprise.

"It's not the limit. Now it's a marathon. I have to evenly distribute my physical strength and attention. The speed of the surgery is not important, so the limit is meaningless except bragging."

The two chatted briefly, and Professor Barack was chatting with him, saying that this was an unforgettable experience in the future. After returning to Massachusetts, he could have surgery with other medical staff in protective clothing.

【I have crossed mountains and seas…】

Wu Mian's cell phone rang, Chen Lu had already changed her clothes, and asked everyone to go together.

Walking out of the locker room, Wu Mian saw Chen Lu lowering his head, and he asked, "Da Lu, what's wrong? I feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Chen Lu said, "The face was wrinkled, and I felt like I had become an old witch, so I was embarrassed to look up."

This is a common idea among girls, and Wu Mian doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

Every time Chu Zhixi changes his clothes, he seems to be a few decades older.

After Chu Zhixi, Zheng Kaixuan and the two nurses also changed their clothes, the team completed the day's work and walked back.

Due to the restrictions on motor vehicles and the incident of drivers in the volunteer fleet being infected, travel has become a very difficult thing.

Wu Mian didn't want to rent a bus with the hospital. After all, his time was not fixed, and the bus was a confined space.

Under the current circumstances, even if Wu Mian does not wear protective clothing in the confined space, she will have some psychological barriers.

Walking faster.
Chapter completed!