A surgery was completed under Professor Barack's constant nagging.

Chen Lu and Ren Haitao felt that at least 12 hours had passed. The operation took a long time and could be said to be like a year. But after a look at the time, it was less than 2 hours before the opening.

Although Professor Barack is "schizophrenia" and can talk to himself. The whole operation is the same as crosstalk, but his technique is indeed exquisite.

Moreover, Wu Mian was used as an assistant to cooperate with the operation, the process was simple and boring.

"Wu Mian, the patient has no big problems after the operation."

After the operation, Chen Lu counted the equipment and asked with some compassion when she saw that the patient was not old.

"Let's get over the infection level first." Wu Mian said, "It shouldn't be a big problem at such a young age..."

"The patient has no circulatory failure, so there will definitely be no problem," said Professor Barack.

Wu Mian spread her hands.

I haven't had a surgery with this guy for a long time, so I still have to get used to it and adapt.

During the operation, I had thoughts several times and really wanted to break his bones.

"The mortality rate of gastric gangrene varies between 50-80% depending on the severity of the patient's condition, and circulatory failure is also considered an important cause of death. This is the most basic common sense. After the exam, it is really hard to believe that you will ask..." Professor Barack was talking habitually, and suddenly a familiar feeling "covered" from mid-air.

The whole person was "covered" in it, his hair stood up, he shrank his neck and swallowed the rest.

"The patient is very dangerous when gastric gangrene occurs. Go to the ICU for a few days first." Wu Mian glanced at Professor Barack and said lightly, "It should be no big problem."

"It's definitely no problem. The great Barack personally took the surgery... With the legendary boss cooperating with the surgery, the patient will definitely recover smoothly."

Chen Lu was so fumigated that she couldn't open her eyes, but no matter how big the smell in the patient's abdominal cavity was, she couldn't keep up with Professor Barack's words.

These fast and dense words save them with mental attack attributes, making Chen Lu never want to see Barack again.

"What is Lao Zhao busy with recently?" Wu Mian asked, "find time to get together."

"It's the end of the year, and their tax office works overtime every day." Chen Lu was about to take off her mask and breathe, but then she remembered that the air in the room was not much better, so she could only bear it.

"Yes, it's the end of the year. Then you can see when you have time and when you get together." Wu Mian said, "By the way, I'll ask you about your experience of living with the couple."

"If you have any experience, just make do with it, what's the point of being able to live with me?" Chen Lu smiled. "If you bear it more, just be kind to the girl. Do more housework, don't squat in the hospital every day and ignore the house."

"I'm already very good to the girl." Wu Mian said as she walked out of the operating room, came to the locker room, took off her hat and mask, took a deep breath, and exhaled the turbid air in her chest, and then she felt a little more comfortable.

"Boss, the patient is really fine." Professor Barack came over and asked.

"Didn't you just finished talking?" Wu Mian took out a cigarette, hesitated for a while, and stuffed it back.

"It should be smoking cigars, but Mayo's Carlinson smokes cigars."

"Don't always mention Mayo, it's disgusting."

"We must pay attention to our opponents, especially their every move, find their shortcomings, and then break them so that they will never forget you for the rest of their lives."

"They can't forget me anymore," Wu Mian said lightly, "The operation was done well and very meticulously. It seems that after I left, your level has improved again."

Professor Barack grinned, “Yes, I just said I am awesome! I am the son of God’s Chosen, from the surgical world…”

As he said that, he glanced at Wu Mian and sighed deeply, "Boss, it would be great if it weren't for you."

"It doesn't matter." Wu Mian said, "Without me, your level will be far from reaching the level of the chosen son of God. If God had chosen you, I would have probably all the gods had already died."

"Boss, you can't hurt me, and my self-esteem." Professor Barack protested, "I..."

"If you can speak less and turn your attention to treating your illness, I think you can go a step further from the Chosen Son." Wu Mian began to change his clothes.

"Boss, just say I did a handsome operation today!" Professor Barack stood in front of Wu Mian, waved his hands, "Continuous full-layer horizontal mattress-type inverted suture..."

"Well, it's done well." Wu Mian interrupted Professor Barack and fooled him casually.

As he was talking, footsteps came in from outside.

Wu Mian's voice listening to his footsteps should be Matthew De.

"Ma Yuan, is it you?"

"Teacher Wu, it's me, it's me." Matthew walked in and said with a smile, "I was thinking about going up and taking a look, but I didn't expect you to finish it."

"I did it!" Professor Barack emphasized.

"Yes, yes, Principal Zhou and I emphasized several times, saying that it was the leading actor of the foreign experts." Matthew De did not refute and said along the way.

"What's the attitude on the school?"

"That's the case, as long as you save it, it's easy to say." Matthew said, "It's hard for children to care about now, one is more tempered than the other."

"Young people, it's okay to have a little temper. Do you often go out to the streets when you go to school?"

"Hey, that makes sense." Matthew De said, "There are other things on Principal Zhou's side. Although it is a trivial matter, he was reported to the province by his real name. The working group is investigating him. The situation on our side is relatively simple, and he entrusted all of them to me."

"Hmm?" Wu Mian was stunned for a moment and asked with a smile, "What's going on?"

"There is a junior class that selects poor, outstanding students and provides subsidies, which is stipulated by the state," said Matthewd.

"Yes." Wu Mian nodded.

"There are red bars, which is not a problem at all," said Matthewd. "But after the poor students in the class reported, they were reported by the class monitor with 95% of the students in the class."

"Not qualified?" Wu Mian was puzzled.

"With a poverty certificate, my academic performance ranked second in the class last school year, and it was enough. But the class monitor and other students said that this person spent more money than them every month and was not considered a poor student."

"There is no wonder that there is social donation." Wu Mian asked.

"Yes." Matthewde smiled bitterly, "It's not easy to do anything. The rules are like sieves. It's a matter of unexpectedness. Teacher Wu, what should you do if you think of such a thing?"

"Ma Yuan, do you know why I don't want to be in administration?" Wu Mian asked while changing her clothes.

"..." Matthewde was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

If these family matters are serious, they will never be handled in their entire lives. It is nonsense to do it perfectly.

Teacher Wu had long figured out that he would focus on clinical practice and focus on it.

This is the choice of smart people.
Chapter completed!