"It's useless to complain. It's good to be in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital now, and it's not very busy. For example, I had too few things to do six caesarean sections on the day of 30 last year." Zhao Zhe comforted.

Wu Mian suddenly realized a problem, which he had never thought of before.

"When will the acquisition be heard? Is there any news?" Wu Mian asked.

"It's almost done. It's said that it's being done. There will be news at the end of this month and early next month." Chen Lu replied.

It seems that Yaiko is not a place where she can live for a while, Wu Mian sighed.

Although the restructuring of the county hospital has nothing to do with me, some people will eventually come to Bajingzi Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for treatment.

When Wu Mian thought of this, he felt a little sad.

Two bosses in the old shop in Riyao packed up their things. Wu Mian ate and chatted at the same table for more than an hour and then more and more people were having dinner. So they paid the bill and left with Zhao Zhe and Chen Lu.

He put the two of them into the car, and Wu Mian put his hands in the pockets of the khaki windbreaker and said slowly, "I'll take you to the place where you live."

"Brother, Brother Zhao looks a little old." Chu Zhixi habitually held Wu Mian's arm, like a couple in love.

"I was beaten by society. Do you think Yaiko's place is a paradise?"

"The tax office should be good."

"Well, this is when he went to taxation. When he was in the imperial capital, he met a college student who studied finance. Judging from his words, he could go to the bank to make a lot of money as long as he graduated. I was really curious about how this child is now."

"Tsk, you're still a child, just talking about others in such an old age." Chu Zhixi curled his lips, "Why don't I remember which college student?"

"Four years ago, on December 2, the emergency department consulted, we went down. A junior student, 20 years old, male, complained..."

"Wow~~Brother, you are so awesome!"

I don’t know how many times such conversations have been repeated over the years. Wu Mian may remember them, but Chu Zhixi certainly doesn’t. She has become accustomed to Wu Mian’s super powerful memory and always sighs.

"When will you remember better performance?" Wu Mian asked.

"You have a good memory. If I have something to do, just ask one question, which will save you more trouble." Chu Zhixi smiled, "I am your eyes, you are my brain. Some people say I have no brains, and I am not angry at all. Anyway, I am scolding you."

“…”

Wu Mian rented a two-bedroom and one living room for Chu Zhixi, which was nearby. It is not expensive to rent a house like Bajingzi. A clean two-bedroom and one living room cost only 800 yuan a month. This price can't even live in the basement in the imperial capital.

Wu Mian felt at ease when he and Chu Zhixi moved their small luggage upstairs and watched her jumping to change the bed sheets and quilt covers. Even if similar scenes appeared 435 times in the past eight years, he didn't feel how difficult this memory was when it came.

"I want to put a few pots of succulent here, and the room is too vegetarian."

After packing up, Chu Zhixi pointed to the bedroom windowsill and said.

"I can only raise succulents. That thing is solid. Brother, remember to water it for me."

When she turned around, Wu Mian was no longer behind her. Wu Mian's voice came from the living room, speaking in English, and it should be a phone call.

Chu Zhixi tiptoed to the door, tilted his head, and acted like eavesdropping. The appearance was very standard, but she didn't know what Wu Mian said.

It’s not that I can’t speak English, after all, I have worked in Massachusetts General Hospital for more than two years. However, many of what Wu Mian said are professional terms, and Chu Zhixi vaguely speculated that it should be a major in viral immunology.

She walked out of the bedroom and saw Wu Mian's head tilting slightly, holding the phone with her ears and shoulders, taking out a box of cigarettes in her right hand in her pocket, her wrist shaking, and a cigarette jumped out.

"Don't smoke!" Chu Zhixi walked over quickly and took the cigarette away from Wu Mian's mouth.

"I bought you an e-cigarette, Marlboro, I'll arrive soon, wait a moment." Chu Zhixi reached into his windbreaker pocket and took away the box of cigarettes that Wu Mian had just put in.

The surgery was stable and accurate, and taking a pack of cigarettes was like taking a pill.

But Chu Zhixi's hand just touched the cigarette box, and a finger gently tapped on the radial styloid process of her right hand.

"Stop making trouble, I have something to do with it." Wu Mian said.

Chu Zhixi subconsciously let go of his hand, pouted and sat on the sofa, hugged his legs and watched Wu Mian call.

It took a full ten minutes before Wu Mian put down the phone.

"Brother, who are you calling?"

"Jones, the one from the CDC."

"emmm..." Chu Zhixi frowned slightly, with a cute look on his face.

"Tall and thin, like a piece of paper."

This character label is simply too typical, Chu Zhixi immediately remembered that person.

"Brother, are you asking why Teacher Cheng is doing?"

"Yes." Wu Mian nodded.

“Is there any result?”

Wu Mian's expression was a little serious, and even her black sunglasses turned away from others.

"Don't ask random questions, kid."

"Do you care about you?"

"We are in the country, it's okay." Wu Mian said so, but his expression was still serious.

Chu Zhixi didn't ask much, and his brother said so. No matter how cute he acted, it would be useless to be so fierce.

"I'll go back if it's okay." Wu Mian felt relieved when he saw that Chu Zhixi had already arranged everything, including the internet, water and electricity.

"Brother, when will you take me to see our mother?" Chu Zhixi asked with a smile.

"What's my mom? Think about how to do the surgery." Wu Mian said, "The simulator was sent here soon. I asked someone to arrange the operating room equipment, and the other room would be used as a practice room."

"I know, you're very talkative."

Chu Zhixi was obviously not very happy with Wu Mian's arrangement. He stared at him with a fierce look, trying to express his dissatisfaction.

"I'm leaving, no need to send it."

Wu Mian turned around and went out. Listening to the footsteps of going downstairs from the stairs, Chu Zhixi sighed softly.

My brother looks normal, and he is still a genius that everyone envies, but Chu Zhixi knows how much pain he has suffered.

In the past two years, Wu Mian has been in the United States and Europe. He has tried to get in touch with various categories and disciplines and has a good relationship with the world's top experts.

He even thought about the way to induce some body immune response with viruses, causing some abnormal discharge of the cerebral cortex. Unfortunately, he still couldn't handle it in the end.

In the end, Wu Mian decided to solve this problem through surgical operation.

Chu Zhixi knew that Wu Mian was thinking of dying if the operation failed. Before returning to Bajingzi, he once said that if he became a vegetable, Chu Zhixi would unplug the ventilator.

Will the surgery fail?
Chapter completed!