At this time, Wu Mian sat on the ground with his back against the wall, as if he were integrated with the wall and became a part of the room.

    This is the price that the patient must pay. What he sees and touches becomes a vast amount of information that enters the brain and is stored. It comes out from time to time and becomes a burden and torture of life.

    Some things cannot be done, but some things must be done. Wu Mian doesn''t have the idea that although tens of millions of people go, he can''t escape and face it. Not to mention having an old relationship with Secretary Wang, Wu Mian could not stand by just seeing a patient with myocardial infarction.

    That''s what I said, but the price after seeing a doctor is too high. So Wu Mian didn''t go to medical freshman, but hid like a wounded beast and licked his wound.

    This is just a glance at the patient through sunglasses, and there is not much redundant information. If the operation is performed, the postoperative insomnia and pain will be more serious. At that time, Wu Mian would be more irritable and distressed.

    A black Notepad is on the ground at hand, with a line of words on it - 225 days from liberation. My parents urged me today

    The following words haven''t been written yet. Wu Mian seems to have an instinctive resistance to memories.

    [I''m still the young man before, and I haven''t changed a bit...]

    When the mobile phone rings, Wu Mian takes a look. It''s Wu Zhongtai.

    "Dad."

    "Your uncle Wang has entered the operating room. This side was arranged by President Xue himself. Director Gao''s operation."

    Wu Zhongtai''s voice came out, and the phone was a little messy.

    "Well, I''ve arranged everything. Don''t worry." Wu Mian said faintly.

    "Wu Mian, what''s your relationship with the first hospital of Medical University? Why did Xue hospital come in the middle of the night?"

    "President Xue has a long story. Let''s talk about it another day. Director Gao, the year before last, on January 22, at the annual meeting of the chest pain center in DIDU, director Gao fainted in the venue. The emergency rescue I did was... Saved his life?"

    “……”

    "Don''t worry, Dad. Director Gao''s level is OK. Uncle Wang should have no problem."

    "Oh, that..."

    Wu Zhongtai thought for a few seconds. There were countless words to ask, but he didn''t know what to say.

    "It''s all right. I''ll hang up. I''m so tired."

    "Oh, don''t go to bed hungry after eating." Wu Zhongtai told him.

    "Dad, if President Xue takes you to dinner at night, you should drink less. Don''t think you owe them much. I''m on this side. You''re over 50. If you drink another kilo of wine, I guess I''ll have to go to the provincial capital to rescue you. Please save me snacks."

    "You boy, I saved your uncle Wang..."

    "Uncle Wang''s situation is quite special, and diagnosis is the most important. Besides, director Xue... By the way, if he wants to come to me, you must not promise blindly."

    There was a faint sigh on the other side of the phone.

    "It''s all right. I''ll hang up. Just give me a minute after Uncle Wang''s operation."

    Hanging up the phone, Wu Mian seemed to "forget" this matter, sitting in the quiet night, fighting alone with the torture of fate. He insisted on writing a few simple and scribbled words. On the Notepad, Wu Mian put it in the pocket of khaki windbreaker.

    Wu Mian knew that he had a serious problem. After trying various methods, he was no longer willing to wait. Discuss with Chu Zhixi to have surgery and cut off the frontal lobe and other parts of the brain years later.

    Wu Mian has not designed the specific operation method. He has made the worst plan. But the worst is not death, but becoming a living dead man.

    So he began to make a decision and wrote a paragraph or several paragraphs in his notebook every day to record what he had done during this period. If people can survive but lose their memory completely, maybe it can help them.

    Write down less and less time in the Notepad every day, and Wu Mian''s mood is more and more calm. Death may be a good destination.

    2 hours and 32 minutes later, the mobile phone lights up and a wechat message is sent.

    Wang Zhijian''s operation has been completed. The postoperative situation is very ideal. He said that he can go home in a few days.

    This is expected. Wu Mian has a full understanding of the interventional surgery in the Department of circulatory medicine of the first hospital of Medical University, and also has an understanding of Wang Zhijian''s condition.

    The night passed.

    Wu Mian sleepless all night.

    Fortunately, he has been used to it. Meditation can also give him a moment of breathing, so that his life will not be chaotic.

    After breakfast, Wu Mian came to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital with the exquisite suitcase and walked to the medical department with his eyes closed according to the guidance of section chief Duan yesterday.

    Although the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is small, the organ is still a separate small building. The medical section is on the first floor. After entering the gate, the medical section is on the right side of the hall.

    At the end of the corridor, the left side is the bathroom and the section chief''s office of section chief Duan, and the large room on the right side is the office of Wu Mian and several section members.

    The door lock of the medical department is still old and shabby. Although it is not a heavy open lock, Wu Mian feels that the effect of locking the door is very poor. He can open the doors of all offices of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital with a bag of instant noodles.

    Give the box to section chief Duan. Please send it to the operating room and say hello. Although Wu Mian said no, his body was always honest. Some habits can''t be changed from the day when I became a doctor.

    When I entered the house and opened the window, the leaves whirled and the fresh air blew in. On the opposite side is the former family building, which is now mostly rented out.

    There was a family where men and women were quarrelling. It seemed that men had been playing games and were not serious enough to earn money to support their family.

    Several families are making breakfast, and the smell of northeast rice diffuses.

    Opposite is a breakfast shop. The sound of fried dough sticks can be heard all the time.

    Wu Mian didn''t feel noisy about fireworks in the world, although the voice stirred more miscellaneous memories.

    He sat in a chair by the window, silent like a mascot.

    As time went by, the traditional Chinese medicine hospital gradually had some voices.

    There are only four section chiefs in the medical section, and only five in addition to Wu Mian. Be responsible for medical treatment, science and education, infection and so on.

    It is "normal" for hospitals at this level to have a full-time medical department. The chief of the medical department of more grass-roots hospitals is part-time by the clinical director. Not only that, but even the president is the clinical director. That''s the case with bajingzi. President Zhou is the director of the first Department of surgery, mainly engaged in urinary surgery.

    When colleagues came to work and knew that a new deputy section chief was coming, they all looked at Wu Mian with curious eyes. There are only two so-called colleagues, both middle-aged eldest sisters. An elder sister greeted him. Wu Mian just nodded and didn''t even say a word.

    This man is really arrogant. Although the eldest sister sees him handsome and has a good impression, she is also angry with her hot face and cold ass. she simply ignores the young deputy section chief and is busy with her own affairs.

    Drinking tea and reading newspapers were work items many years ago. Now there are almost no paper newspapers. Everyone brushes their mobile phones, reads gossip or goes shopping on Taobao.

    It''s a leisurely day. There are birds singing in the woods outside. It''s elegant.

    "Xiao Wu, come here," section chief Duan said at the door.

    "Oh." Wu Mian recovered, stood up and went out.

    "I sent your things to the operating room. Don''t worry. We have poor conditions here. Are you still used to it?" section chief asked gently.

    "Very good. It''s all right all morning," said Wu Mian. "I think the medical office of the imperial hospital has been busy early in the morning, with countless disputes."

    "Hahaha." section chief Duan is a little proud. Small places have the advantages of small places. Nine to five, there''s no 996. Capitalists want to exploit, but now they can''t see such a place as bajingzi.

    "I found a job for you, young man. Don''t be too idle." the section chief said, "it''s easy to idle people away for a long time. Besides, I still have two or three years to retire, and you need to care more about clinical matters, especially with those directors."

    "I don''t drink." Wu Mian refused directly with a cold face.

    "I didn''t let you drink. There was an operation today. A new doctor was scolded and cried. Go and see what''s going on and adjust."

    "Crying? Promising!" Wu Mian said.

    "Who knows, it''s a call from the operating room. Go and have a look. Comfort the young man. Don''t be so angry. Don''t be too busy looking for life and death." section chief Duan said, "it''s a young doctor who graduated from the orientation. Go and have a look."

    Wu Mian nodded, turned and left.

    "Can you find the operating room?"

    "Yes, I''ll have a look."

    "Say it gently, don''t be naughty children!" section chief Duan finally told him.

    The training model of rural directional medical students began in 2010.

    Having seen the prosperity of big cities and a better future, how many people still want to go back to the countryside? However, since they are directional students, they don''t spend money on school and have subsidies. It''s necessary to come back.

    Since the first batch of directional students graduated, breach of contract is common.

    At first, there were a few defaults. Now, there are more and more defaults. Directional students would rather default than come to rural and township hospitals, which has its own reason. It is difficult to directly say who is wrong.

    There are reasons why the state has established this policy of targeted doctor training. The vast rural areas are really short of doctors. In the rural areas of the central and western regions, villagers in many places can''t see a doctor for ten miles.

    Bajingzi is a good place. After all, it is a part of Linzhou and depends on the provincial capital. But even the urban-rural fringe of bajingzi looks like this, not to mention the real countryside.