Soon it was time to get off work. The two elder sisters of the staff were very active and were unwilling to stay in the medical department for even a minute.

    Wu Mian walked out of the medical department slowly with a shabby little burden that couldn''t see the original color in his hand.

    "Brother, Wei Dabao looks very tired."

    "Well, it''s a little tossed." Wu Mian replied indifferently.

    "It looks so pathetic."

    "Really, I didn''t see it."

    Wu Mian contacted Wei Dabao. The goods had just returned from the provincial capital and were sleeping at home. He didn''t know what he had done for such a long time.

    After receiving Wu Mian''s call, Wei Dabao immediately got up and went to the hospital to find Wu Mian a sterile bag.

    All the way to Zhao Zhe''s house downstairs, the community looks clean. There are children laughing and playing in the yard in front of the building, and there are old people playing mahjong downstairs.

    From time to time, people from work carry vegetables home. They are not in a hurry, which is very different from the flow of people from work at the evening peak of emperor capital.

    The door of the unit is open. It looks like the lock is broken. They went upstairs directly and came to the door. Wu Mian knocked at the door.

    "Who?"

    "It''s me."

    "Wait a minute." Zhao Zhe''s voice came out, and then footsteps approached.

    When the door opened, Zhao zhe smiled, "Wu Mian, off duty."

    "HMM." Wu Mian looked inside first, and then went in first.

    Zhao zhe seemed to stop talking, but before he said it, he suddenly had one more thing in his hand.

    "Take it for me." Wu Mian said impolitely, changing his shoes. "Where do you wash your hands?"

    Hearing Wu Mian''s words, Zhao zhe was stunned. Then the nervous expression on his face eased down, "this face, this face."

    Wu Mian took off his black sheepskin gloves and began to wash his hands.

    Wash your hands as carefully as before the operation. Everything is standard except that there is no brush. Six step washing technique, meticulous.

    After washing his hands, Chu Zhixi had cleverly taken the sterile bag and handed over the sterilized towel used to wipe his hands.

    Wu Mian wiped his hands clean, and then waited for Chu Zhixi to wash his hands.

    Although the hands are "polluted" again, this is home, not an operating room, nor going on stage.

    "Wu Mian, how do you know?" Zhao zhe asked in a low voice.

    "Guess."

    Zhao zhe stretched out his right hand, thumbed up and made a gesture.

    Chu Zhixi''s eyes were shining and seemed to be thinking about something.

    "Sister Lu, what''s delicious?" Chu Zhixi wiped his hands, then walked to the kitchen and asked as he walked.

    "Wait..." Zhao zhe was embarrassed and hurriedly called Chu Zhixi.

    "Ah?"

    "Xiao Xi, that side is a polluted area..."

    This time even Wu Mian was stunned. Kitchen, polluted area? What the hell is this! There are polluted areas. Are there clean areas and sterile areas?

    "Ah?" Chu Zhixi looked inside. Dalu was greeting her with an apron.

    "Sister Lu, what are you cooking?" Chu Zhixi said hello and observed.

    Chen Lu was wearing a neat household dress, a blue apron, slippers, a blue Headcover on her head and shoe covers on her feet. That doesn''t count. She''s wearing a surgical mask.

    "..." Chu Zhixi was stunned and cooked at home in full arms? Is this cooking or surgery?!

    "You go to sit down and don''t need help." Chen Lu said, "three of the four dishes are ready and you can eat them soon."

    "Xiao Xi, come here." Wu Mian shouted.

    Chu Zhixi''s face was full of doubts. He even forgot to fight, and turned back to Wu Mian.

    "Brother, what''s going on?" Chu Zhixi asked in a low voice.

    Zhao zhe said somewhat apologetically, "my big dew is like this, obsessive-compulsive disorder."

    "It''s not obsessive-compulsive disorder. It''s necessary for work. It''s good to form a habit." Wu Mian nodded and said.

    "Well, it''s very important to pay attention to the concept of sterility when entering the operating room." Chu Zhixi said with a smile. "I had an operation to put the cut tumor into the pathological basin and accidentally encountered the sterile area. This guy was despised by the instrument nurse."

    "Be careful, no big mistake," Wu Mian said.

    When Zhao zhe saw them say so, the previous embarrassment disappeared.

    The three sat down. Chu Zhixi even wanted to help Chen Lu. Because he didn''t know the rules, he directly adopted the practice of intern and hid aside as an invisible person.

    Many interns will make mistakes and waste more time and energy instead of helping.

    Soon, Chen Lu shouted, and Zhao zhe stood at the kitchen door as a waiter.

    The most standard kitchen should not be as strict as Chen Lu, Chu Zhixi thought.

    "Brother, you''re right."

    "Which time did I guess?" Wu Mian didn''t think Chu Zhixi was praising himself, but asked instead.

    "Hey, hey, I know you''re the best." Chu Zhixi said with a smile.

    "After dinner, don''t sit there and talk." Chen Lu began to change her clothes, replaced the "equipment" used in the kitchen, washed her hands and came out for dinner.

    "Wu Mian, we really didn''t expect you and Xiaoxi to come back." Zhao zhe said, "can we drink?"

    "Just drink."

    "Then don''t be polite to you. They are all old classmates." Zhao zhe opened two bottles of beer, one for each of him and Chen Lu.

    While busy talking, Zhao zhe asked, "I didn''t mean to ask last time. Aren''t you very good in the United States? Why did you suddenly come back?"

    "Nothing good, the concept is different."

    "Hmm? I think high-tech talents are like fish in water in the United States..." Zhao zhe said, and Chen Lu pestled him with her elbow.

    "It''s all right. Our medical personnel are different from high-tech talents." Wu Mian took a panoramic view of everything and said indifferently, "there are many large hospitals and laboratories on the side of the United States emperor. To tell the truth, it really has to be someone else."

    "Er..."

    "When I came into contact with medicine when I was a child, I printed it in my mind. I really don''t care. I can''t stand a free medical queue without money."

    "No."

    "It''s easy to understand... There are so many grass-roots hospitals. The diagnosis and treatment level of grass-roots hospitals is really very general. For example, Wu Yanzu didn''t do appendicitis in the United States a few years ago. The doctor was so smelly and shameless that he said he wanted to do phase II surgery."

    "I read the news. It should be a perforated appendix."

    "Da Lu, can you do appendiceal perforation in our traditional Chinese medicine hospital?"

    "Certainly. This is our reserved item."

    "Yes, it''s an exaggeration to say that the US emperor can''t do appendicitis. There are many big hands in surgery!" Wu Mian said. "But the big hands do several operations a week. How can we be diligent and have to go out to fly knives at the weekend to benefit the people."

    "Hahaha, they are trying to make money."

    "It has objectively improved the national medical level, which is not..."

    [I''m still the boy who didn''t...]

    Then Wu Mian''s cell phone rang.

    He looked at it and his expression became serious immediately.

    "Section chief Duan."

    "Oh? Something really happened." Wu Mian said slowly.

    On the other side of the phone, the impatience of section chief Duan has gushed out of the microphone.