Sleepless Doctor

Owen’s classic car came directly to Laoya Mountain, and Tao Shi Lin was also an acquaintance, and he stood in front of the mountain gate to greet him early in the morning.

Accompanied Owen and took a look at the buildings below the mountain. Wu Mian had seen it several times here, and he couldn't say that he was satisfied, but only average.

Laoyashan was a mountain that was contracted by Lin Taoshi during the last window period for many years after it was reopened. Similar opportunities are now gone. The contracting period for this mountain is 45 years, 60 years, or the longest period is 70 years. Wu Mian has never asked which one.

But now that Taoist temples are getting better and better, Lin Taoshi is also quite good at being a human being, it is evident that no one is coming to trouble him.

There are legal procedures and a lot of connections. As long as you can be a human, no one wants to offend someone like Lin Daoshi.

The orphanage at the foot of the mountain is a self-built building.

"Little Master, I guess it won't be good before winter." Lin Taoshi lowered his head and looked down at Owen next to him. He just said to Wu Mian.

Owen Rothschild came suddenly this time. Lindau had a dog-like nose, and he had already smelled something. He tried not to see Owen, pretending that he didn't exist.

"It's okay." Wu Mian waved his hand. "Fortunately, I don't make too much, or it will be more troublesome to rebuild."

Lin Daoshi originally wanted to take advantage of something, but he didn't expect that the little master uncle would have to pick up the foundation and rebuild it.

He didn't dare to ask, a dozen shrewd and capable little flat heads stood in the distance. When the foreigner came last time, the little uncle said that it was from the National Security Bureau.

There are national security bureau guards in and out. Although Lin Taoshi doesn't know what level it is, he still has some thoughts in his mind.

"Okay, I will accompany Owen in the last few days." Wu Mian said, "Has the Houshan courtyard cleaned up?"

"It's finished, little uncle." Lin Daoshi said respectfully, "just in autumn, Mingyue bought some new tea, should I make oolong tea or black tea?"

"For black tea, Lapsang Souchong will do." Wu Mian said.

"Have good Jin Jun eyebrows."

"No, I'm not used to drinking it." Wu Mian said with a smile, "Jin Junmei is a brand that came out in the past ten years. My teacher would drink Lapsang Souchong."

Lin Daoshi was taken aback for a moment. The little uncle said that he had quarreled with the teacher before returning to China. That side also drink Lapsang Souchong? But as soon as my thoughts turned, I realized that I was wrong. This teacher is not teacher Bi, and must be the teacher of the junior uncle in China.

"Okay." Lin Taoist constricted his face and said with his hands down.

Wu Mian accompanied Owen up the mountain, while Taoist Lin carefully poured tea on the side.

The mountain was quiet, the tea smelled overflowing, and Owen's anxiety seemed to cease. It's all here, and it doesn't make sense to entangle this.

Owen Rothschild asked about the procedure in detail, and Wu Mian explained one by one. Although Owen is not a doctor, he is talented and asks sharp questions.

"Wu, are there any suitable patients recently?" Owen Rothschild asked.

"I'm still evaluating the postoperative effect, and it's not time to promote it," Wu Mian said.

Owen felt a little regretful.

The sun was gradually sinking to the west, and it was already at the end of September, and it was already dark at around five o'clock on the Laoyashan side.

"Little Master, what can I eat tonight?" Lin Daoshi asked.

"Just make some fast food, I won't go to your cafeteria." Wu Mian said, "Owen is not convenient."

Lin Daoshi was busy preparing fast food, and at this time he was a little proud.

It seems that the master hired heavily at that time was a wise move. Otherwise, the little master uncle would not deal with it on the mountain when he entertained the distinguished guests from abroad.

Although Wu Mian didn't say anything, Lin Daoshi could see it.

Normally, the junior uncle is enthusiastic, but he is a bit withdrawn in his bones, and most people will not accompany him all the way. But this foreigner is different. The little uncle has always spoken indifferently, like an old friend reunion, without special respect, nor coldness, and there is some kindness in the words.

Soon, the fast food was ready to come, and Lin Daoshi carried two bottles of Feitian Maotai.

A few people pour and drink by themselves, and they are also happy. Owen seldom drank sauce-flavored wine, but he did what he had to do when he went to the village and he also drank invigoratingly.

Everyone asked, Owen and Wu Mian chatted casually and talked about anecdotes, and Lin Taoist listened with gusto.

After eight o'clock, Wu Mian's cell phone rang.

[I used to cross the mountains and the sea...]

"Director Zhang, hello." Wu Mian answered the phone with a smile.

The call was made by Director Zhang Zimo of ICU of the Jianxie Hospital. This person rarely called Wu Mian and was regarded as a "rare customer."

"Mr. Wu!" Zhang Zimo said hurriedly.

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When Jianxie Hospital was first established, Director Qian had an opportunity to be transferred. But he was not sure, Zhang Zi silently rushed to the side desperately.

After Zhang Zimo went, there was a party and briefly talked about the situation at Jianxie Hospital, and then Director Qian realized that he regretted it. However, it is too late to regret at this time. According to the scale of Jianxie Hospital, it is absolutely impossible to set up another ICU.

Although he earns a lot, Director Qian is not envious of the salary of hundreds of thousands a month. The director of ICU, a large provincial-level tertiary hospital, is not as shallow as the nurses. For more than one million jealousy a year~www.wuxiaspot.com~, what he cares about is that the nurses of ICU at Jianxie Hospital are all from Cambridge.

Cambridge, that's Cambridge!

It is said that after Zhang Zimo went to the Jianxie Hospital, he started to make up for his English. After a few days of his poor oral English, he made great progress.

Although it's nothing right now, what can I do later? Mr. Wu kept quiet and kept a few groups of critically ill nurses from Cambridge in Bajingzi. All the questions in the past were self-defeating. Looking back, those questions in the past turned out to be so ridiculous.

Director Qian was a little embarrassed.

The doctors and nurses under him are all from Cambridge, and he knows what this means. The benefits are greater than the sky, but the pressure is also greater than the sky.

As the director, I can't hold back the doctors under him. In case Mr. Wu is exempted one day, I can find an ICU director at the world's top hospital... The shame is lost to my grandmother's house. At least Zhang Zimo thought so, he was under great pressure.

No matter if he doesn't go, Director Qian can only comfort himself like that.

Tonight, Director Qian asked Zhang Zimo to have dinner together.

Although he didn't go to Jianxie Hospital, Director Qian didn't mind making the relationship between himself and Zhang Zimo more harmonious. If there is a chance to go to Cambridge in the future, including the doctors who go to Cambridge for further studies, these are all benefits, and they are benefits that can be seen at hand.

However, Director Qian was dumbfounded after seeing Zhang Zimo.

Zhang Zimo was the original school grass, handsome and unrestrained, and he was fascinated by how many elder sisters and younger sisters. After becoming the director, he became more mature and majestic without anger and prestige.

But now when we meet, Zhang Zimo is so thin that he has almost no human form, his cheeks are collapsed, but his eyes are shining brightly.

"Zimo, what's wrong with you?" Director Qian asked.

Zhang Zimo sat down and said after a long while, "Tired."

"So many patients in Jianxie Hospital?"

"Ms. Wu is too human!" Zhang Zimo said.