"Uncle Wang, I'm here to see you." Wu Mian changed her shoes and walked straight into the inner room. She said enthusiastically while walking.

The cold voice that was once cold and kept people from thousands of miles away disappeared. Wei Dabao stood there in a daze, feeling that the young man wearing sunglasses, khaki windbreaker, and a pair of black lambskin gloves would really change his face.

Turning against each other is as fast as turning a book, this is the ability.

Could it be that it was a family-born skill? Wei Dabao took a sneak peek at the village chief Wu.

"Gogun~" a series of curses came out, "What a big-tailed wolf? Do you think it's amazing to come back from abroad? Wearing sunglasses, do you want to pretend to be blind and go out to beg for food? Where is your erhu, why don't you hold it?"

Next, there were a series of garbled swear words.

Wu Mian was not at all unhappy. He stood in front of the familiar old man. It took a long time no see. The once gentle and well-mannered college student who was rooted in Bajingzi Township was already old. His hair was gray and his face was full of traces left by the years.

His lifelong energy and enthusiasm are spread on the land of Bajingzi, leaving only his old body.

It is a fact that the brain automatically records the swear words that Wang Zhijian scolds him, but Wu Mian takes the initiative to ignore them. The patient's clear words are the most critical! It can rule out many differential diagnoses.

Moreover, Wang Zhijian held a cup of tea in his hand and scolded him for taking a sip when he was tired.

It’s not hepatic encephalopathy, at least he still remembers what he went abroad; it’s not Alzheimer’s disease, it’s another manifestation.

Wu Mian's brain was running at high speed, and his temples were "bang", and the biting pain made his body stagnate a little.

"Uncle, I'll come to see you. You open your mouth and scold me. That's not good." Wu Mian hesitated for a moment, but still didn't take off her sunglasses.

Wang Ran wanted to come in and persuade his old man. No matter what, he was a guest, so it would be bad to curse people like this. The moment he came in, he saw Wu Mian's side face, time seemed to have stopped passing, his hands numb, and the child almost fell to the ground.

Hold the child in panic and hide his embarrassment and shyness.

Wu Mian didn't pay attention to Wang Ran. He looked at Wang Zhijian and narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Uncle Wang, we have not seen each other for more than 6 years." Wu Mian took a step forward, took off his right glove, and grabbed Wang Zhijian's hand.

The skin is a little cold, sweaty, and sticky.

"Get out!" Wang Zhijian shook Wu Mian's hand away and cursed, "If you have nothing to do, just get close to me."

His eyes were black, his lips were slightly purple, and his skin was wet. Wu Mian had basically figured out the situation in his heart.

"Call 120." Wu Mian said firmly.

"Wu Mian, I'm sorry, my dad didn't do this before...what? 120?" Wang Ran said in a panic, and finally noticed what Wu Mian said.

120? What's the name of 120!

"Snatch the time and go to the city." Wu Mian said.

With a flash of thought, Wu Mian had already thought of first aid, surgery, intraoperative complications and postoperative recovery.

After trying hard to suppress countless "distracting thoughts", Wu Mian turned around and saw Wang Ran holding the child in a daze. No one around him did what he said. This situation made him feel quite unfamiliar.

Without saying anything, Wu Mian took out his cell phone, took off one of his gloves, and made a call.

The hand is so beautiful, with agile fingers. It's like playing the piano. Wang Ran forgot to ask for first aid in his heart, and his eyes were attracted by the hand under the lambskin gloves.

"Wu Mian, what's wrong with your Uncle Wang?" Wu Zhongtai walked in and asked.

"I suspect myocardial infarction and must be hospitalized immediately. After the diagnosis, I guess I need surgery." Wu Mian said.

Wu Zhongtai hesitated for less than a second and chose to trust his own children.

"I'll do it, our place is different from that in the city." Wu Zhongtai said.

"Do you want to kill me?" Wang Zhijian roared, his hands began to tremble in anger, and the water in the cup was swaying, and a few ripples appeared.

"Old Wu, you bastard, do you want to be a secretary? At your age, can you be a secretary? With your qualities, can you lead the people of the whole country to achieve a well-off life?!"

Wang Zhijian began to curse, but fortunately, Wu Zhongtai was usually honest and had nothing shameful. But even so, the Wang family members were so embarrassed that they heard it, and Wei Dabao stood in a corner, pretending that he did not exist.

This is a verbal battle between two big men in the village. I heard what I shouldn’t have heard. Will there be something wrong? In an instant, Wei Dabao’s inner drama became more and more.

"Gogun!" Wang Zhijian cursed angrily, "You two are not kind-hearted. I don't feel angry enough at the team meeting, so I have to come to my house to anger me!"

The more I spoke, the more angry I became, and the enamel jar in my hand was thrown at Wu Mian.

The water that was radiating in the misty hot air rose out, and Wei Dabao was stunned. This was to do all the martial arts!

It’s over. I witnessed the dissonance of the Bajingzi Township leadership team. How can I survive in the future!

But before he finished his thoughts, he only saw Wu Mian's shoulders swaying gently, his white jade-like hand raised, and he just grabbed the cup handle. The enamel jar drew an arc in the air and danced along the water droplets in the air. The water that had already spread all over the sky was gone, and it all returned to the jar.

It was like a sprinkling water overturned, Wei Dabao was about to cheer in his heart, and this hand was quite beautiful! At this time, Wu Mian had already put the enamel jar aside and said, "Dad, let's go."

"Walk?"

"Don't make Uncle Wang angry." Wu Mian turned his head and nodded at Wu Zhongtai.

"Don't be like this guy, get out of my house quickly. You are not welcome here." Wang Zhijian stood up and cursed without any concealment.

Wu Mian didn't explain, grabbed Wu Zhongtai's hand and turned around and left.

He greeted Wang Zhijian's lover warmly, as if nothing happened, the father and son changed their shoes and went out.

"Wu Mian, what's going on?"

After leaving the door, Wu Zhongtai couldn't wait to ask.

"Uncle Wang is sick. Do we have 120 ambulances in our township hospital?"

"There is one, I just bought it last year." Wu Zhongtai still didn't understand why Wu Mian insisted that Wang Zhijian was sick. Seeing his old partner, he was full of confidence when scolding people, and it didn't seem like he was sick. If you have to say that he was sick, he was mentally ill.

After being scolded for a day, he had to come to the door to scold him when he went home at night. Wu Zhongtai's face became even more gloomy, as if he was shrouded in rain clouds.

Wu Mian pressed his hand on his temple a few times, and then picked up his phone.

"Director Gao, it's me."

While going downstairs, Wu Mian dialed the phone. A man's voice came from the phone, with a sense of surprise.

"Mian Master, why are you...what are you asking me for?"

"I'm calling me Teacher Wu, what's the young man? Are you at home?"

"Yes, are you going back to your hometown to visit your parents and pass by the provincial capital?" The man said hurriedly, "Don't refuse today, I'll wash your dust."

"I got home early. There is an acquaintance in Bajingzi Township. I suspect it was caused by acute myocardial infarction. If I didn't make a mistake, I might need interventional surgery later."

"Ah?" The man was filled with disappointment.

"It's convenient for you. I'll call my dad. If there is really a problem, he will take him to the first year of medical school."

"Convenient, convenient. You can see that you are polite. After answering the phone, I will go to the emergency department immediately."

"It's good to be convenient, then I'll hang up."

Wu Mian finished speaking simply and hung up the phone. Although he was kind, his coldness made Wu Zhongtai frown.

"Who?"

"The first year of the Medical College, director of the Department of Circulation, was doing an interventional surgery well," said Wu Mian.

"Why are you so rude to talk to the director?!" Wu Zhongtai scolded.

Wu Mian did not explain, put on sunglasses and said, "I guess I, Uncle Wang, is about to get sick, so I will find a 120 ambulance to wait. The doctor in the emergency department of the Chinese Medicine Hospital is not good. From here to the first year of the medical school, it will take at least two hours to prepare enough medicine..."
Chapter completed!