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6 Children of Others (Part 2)

"Wu Mian's friend." A woman's kind voice came from the doorbell.

When Duan Fei heard the word Wu Mian reaching his ears, he was stunned. Wu Mian? Didn’t he be unable to make ends meet outside and went back to his hometown to live with his parents in shame?

What is this situation? Is Wu Mian just coming back for vacation? He is doing well outside, and even the leaders of multinational groups are rushing to flatter?

While he was thinking about it, the unit door opened and saw a crowd going upstairs. Duan Fei hesitated for 0.2 seconds and followed behind and followed in.

This building was built earlier and belonged to the first batch of real buildings in Bajingzi Township. It looked high-end, elegant and upscale at the time, but now I feel that the corridors are cramped. Especially after more than a dozen urban professional white-collar workers standing in suits and ties, Duan Fei felt breathless.

"Hello, aunt."

The general manager of Stuley stood in front of the door, bowed slightly, and greeted in Cantonese Mandarin. The accent was a bit strange, but he could still understand it.

"It's Wu Mian's friend, come in and sit in, come in and sit in." A woman who looked only forty years old said, looking at the people all over the corridor in a little surprised.

"I'm disturbing." said the general manager, "I know that Teacher Wu is back home, I will take it with me..."

Halfway through his speech, a cold voice came from the inner room, "Wu Mian is not at home."

“…”

Duan Fei was stunned when he heard this voice, arrogant, rude, and indifferent. These labels are no different from the Wu Mian in his own perception.

Over the years, Wu Mian has not changed, but seems to have become even more rude.

Wu Mian's mother was a little embarrassed, and she said embarrassedly, "My Wu Mian is like this. She has a bad temper, don't care."

"Aunt, Teacher Wu rarely sees outsiders, I was disturbing me." The general manager said quickly. After saying that, his voice slightly increased, and he was kind and respectful, "Teacher Wu, I'll give you the surgical supplies you usually use."

Surgical supplies?

Duan Fei's mind completely turned into paste.

Isn't Sturay an adult product? What the hell is the surgery? Is it said that the second dimension has started playing COS in the operating room?! This is too expensive. Rich people can play, tsk.

No, how could a general manager of a multinational group Greater China come to Bajingzi Township to deliver surgical supplies? What is so incredible that this matter is. Is it fake?

Are all liars so professional now? Duan Fei had a hundred thousand whys in his heart, and he watched the general manager bow deeply, and then refused Wu Mian's mother's retention, leaving only an exquisite suitcase and a gold-plated business card, and left directly.

Everyone went downstairs, and Duan Fei made way in the cramped corridor. When the general manager walked by, he vaguely felt a powerful sense of oppression coming towards him.

"Xiao Fei, when did you come?" Wu Mian's mother saw Duan Fei and greeted her.

"I... heard that Wu Mian is back, come and see him." Duan Fei stammered.

Hearing him say this, the general manager turned his head and looked at him deeply, then turned around and left.

"Xiaofei, Wu Mian is resting. Wait for him to rest. Can you get together?"

"Okay, okay." Duan Fei just made an excuse casually and left as if he had escaped.

After closing the door, Zhang Lan sighed, glanced at the box on the ground, walked to Wu Mian's bedroom door, slapped the door, and said, "Xiao Mian, the guest is here, you won't come out and take a look."

"Mom, I'm chatting with Xizi."

"Let's chat, I'll make sweet potato cubes for you to eat tonight." Zhang Lan said.

Wu Mian lay on the bed, her eyes closed, and the curtains of the black-shading cloth blocked the bright and enthusiastic sunlight. He lay on the bed, but he was still wearing sunglasses and black lambskin gloves on his hands.

"Brother, who is here?" asked the girl across the phone.

"Stuley's boss should have brought me gloves." Wu Mian said lightly, "Come back quickly."

"Yeah, I missed me after not seeing you for a day?" the girl said with a smile.

"It is said that rural hospitals are idle and nonsense," said Wu Mian. "I saw a patient with hypokalemia and limb paralysis when I went there early in the morning."

"You took off your glasses?"

"No, you will know at a glance. Besides, you can't take off your glasses. I glanced at the electrocardiogram and felt uncomfortable when I came back."

"I know, I'll stay for one night, chat with my mother, and go tomorrow." Chu Zhixi said, "Don't take off your glasses by yourself. I'll tell you that if you go there, you will be in the ICU... No, it seems that there is no ICU on the other side of Hachiko."

"It's just that I can get insomnia and a headache, why did I get involved?" Wu Mian said, "Okay, hurry up and come back."

"I know, what to eat tonight?"

"My mother said that making sweet potato pulp is to pull out the sweet potato. I liked to eat it when I was a child, but I was poor at that time and couldn't afford to buy sweet potatoes. I used potatoes. I only ate sweet potatoes during the Chinese New Year."

The two chatted for more than twenty minutes before Wu Mian hung up the phone.

Since childhood, he was a genius and a standard child from other people's family. But only he himself knows the troubles.

He has super memory, every bit of daily life, and many "useless" memories are like files stored in a computer. As long as his thoughts flash, they will appear in his mind.

Generally speaking, this should be considered super memory syndrome, referred to as super memory syndrome. However, too much memory is talented in others, but in Wu Mian's eyes it is an extremely painful thing.

As he got older, his condition not only did not become lighter, but became more and more serious. Not only did he remember everything he experienced, his brain unconsciously analyzed more information by himself as if he had installed software.

Moreover, not only super memory, Wu Mian highly suspects that he also has scholar syndrome.

However, there is no standard laboratory test for ultra-memory and scholar syndrome as a basis for diagnosis, and Wu Mian is just speculating. His entire person, especially his hands, has a keen sense of touch that Wu Mian himself cannot bear.

For example, when shaking hands, ordinary people can judge the other person's emotions and other information through strength, movement, and temperature. But in addition to these, Wu Mian can even feel the subtle information of the other person's fingerprints.

Anatomical understanding, fingerprints, palm lines, and sole lines are the ridges of the dermal tissue between the epidermis and the dermis layer towards the epidermis, called dermal RT, Dermal papillae.

There are no two leaves, even twins, and their fingerprints are not the same. The opening of such a keen awareness has completely caused Wu Mian to fall into the abyss.

The geometrical information flowed in more than an ordinary patient with super memory, which made him feel bad. As long as he had thoughts and touched, infinite information flowed into his mind, causing Wu Mian to have a split headache.

It's okay during the day. When it's late at night, Wu Mian will absorb countless information even if she dreams.

He was shrouded in insomnia, and being able to sleep well became a luxury.

So after Wu Mian returned from the United States, he refused invitations from major tertiary hospitals who knew the news in China and went back to his hometown directly. Thinking that his hometown is quiet, he could receive less information and suffer less, it would be good. Any future is a bright future, which is false to Wu Mian.
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