"Wu Mian''s friend." a woman''s kind voice came from the doorbell.

    Hearing the word Wu Mian spread to his ears, Duan Fei was stupid. Wu Mian? Didn''t he go back to his hometown to chew on his old age?

    What is this? Did Wu Mian just come back for vacation? It''s so popular that even the big leaders of multinational groups have to catch up with flattery?

    While he was thinking, the door of the unit opened and saw a crowd upstairs. Duan Fei hesitated for 0.2 seconds and followed in.

    This building was built earlier and belongs to the first batch of real buildings in bajingzi township. At that time, it seemed high-end and high-grade, but now I think the corridor is narrow. Especially after standing more than a dozen urban professional white-collar workers in suits, Duan Fei felt out of breath.

    "Hello, aunt."

    Sture''s general manager stood in front of the door, bowed slightly and greeted him in Cantonese Mandarin. The accent is strange, but I can still understand it.

    "It''s Wu Mian''s friend. Come in and sit in." a woman who looked only 40 years old said, looking at the people all over the corridor with a little consternation.

    "Excuse me," said the general manager, "I''ll take Mr. Wu home..."

    Just halfway through the conversation, a cold voice came from the inner room, "Wu Mian is not at home."

    “……”

    Duan Fei was stunned when he heard this voice. He was arrogant, rude and indifferent. These labels were no different from the Wu Mian he knew.

    Over the years, Wu Mian has not changed and seems to have become more rude.

    Wu Mian''s mother was embarrassed. She said shyly, "Wu Mian in my family is like this. She has a bad temper. Don''t care."

    "Aunt, Miss Wu is very rare to see outsiders. I''m the one who bothered." the general manager said quickly. With that, his voice rose slightly, politely and respectfully, "Mr. Wu, I brought you your usual special surgical supplies."

    Surgical supplies?

    Duan Fei''s mind completely turned into paste.

    Sture is not an adult product. What the hell is surgery? Does it mean that the second dimension has begun to play COS in the operating room?! It''s too fancy. Still rich people can play, tut tut.

    No, how could the general manager of a multinational group Greater China come to bajingzi township to deliver surgical supplies! It''s incredible what you think. Is it fake?

    Are liars so professional now? Duan Fei, with 100000 reasons in his mind, looked at the general manager and bowed deeply. Then he refused Wu Mian''s mother''s request, leaving only an exquisite suitcase and bronzed business card, and went straight away.

    A group of people went downstairs and Duan Fei sideways gave way in the narrow corridor. When the general manager passed by, he vaguely felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards him.

    "Xiao Fei, when did you come?" Wu Mian''s mother saw Duan Fei and said hello.

    "I... Heard that Wu Mian is back. Come and see him." Duan Fei stammered.

    Hearing what he said, the general manager gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

    "Xiao Fei, Wu Mian is resting. When he stops, will you get together?"

    "OK, OK." Duan Fei just made an excuse and ran away.

    Closing the door, Zhang Lan sighed, glanced at the box on the ground, went to Wu Mian''s bedroom door, patted the door and said, "Xiao Mian, you don''t come out to have a look when there are guests."

    "Mom, I''m talking to Xizi."

    "Let''s talk. I''ll make you sweet potato paste in the evening." Zhang Lan said.

    Wu Mian was lying in bed, her eyes closed, and the blinds of shading cloth blocked out the bright and enthusiastic sunshine. He lay in bed, but still wearing sunglasses and black parchment gloves.

    "Brother, who''s here?" the girl across the phone asked.

    "The boss of sture should have sent me gloves." Wu Mian said faintly, "come back quickly."

    "Yo, I missed you all day?" the girl said with a smile.

    "It''s said that rural hospitals are idle and nonsense," said Wu Mian. "I saw a patient with low blood potassium leading to quadriplegia early in the morning."

    "Did you take off your glasses?"

    "No, I can see it at a glance. Besides, I can''t even take off my glasses. I took a glance at the ECG. I''m still uncomfortable when I come back."

    "You know, I''ll stay all night, chat with my mother, and go tomorrow." Chu Zhixi said, "don''t take off your glasses. I''ll tell you, if you go, you live in ICU... No, there seems to be no ICU on the side of bajingzi."

    "It''s just insomnia and headache. How can it be brought to the ICU?" Wu Mian said. "OK, hurry up and come back."

    "I see. What do you have for dinner?"

    "My mother said that making sweet potatoes and hanging pulp is drawing sweet potatoes. I liked to eat sweet potatoes when I was a child, but I was poor and couldn''t afford to buy sweet potatoes at that time. I only ate drawing sweet potatoes during the new year."

    After chatting for more than 20 minutes, Wu Mian hung up.

    As a child, he was made a genius. He was a standard child of others. But only he knows the trouble.

    He has a strong memory. Every bit of daily life and many "useless" memories are like files stored in the computer. As long as his idea flashes, it will appear in his mind.

    Generally speaking, this should be called amnesia syndrome, referred to as amnesia. But too much memory is a gift to others, but it is a very painful thing to Wu Mian.

    With the increase of age, the disease is not lighter, but more and more serious. He not only remembers everything he has experienced, but his brain unconsciously analyzes more information by itself as if it had installed software.

    Moreover, not only is it hypermnesia, Wu Mian highly suspects that he also has scholar syndrome.

    However, there is no standard laboratory test for the diagnosis of amnesia and scholar syndrome. Wu Mian is just a guess. His whole person, especially his hands, had a keen sense of touch that Wu Mian couldn''t bear.

    For example, when shaking hands, ordinary people can judge each other''s emotions and other information through strength, action and temperature. But in addition to these, Wu Mian can even feel the subtle information of each other''s fingerprints.

    According to anatomical understanding, fingerprints, palmprint and plantar stria are the protrusion of dermal tissue between epidermal layer and dermis to epidermis, which is called dermal RT and dermalpapillae.

    There are no two identical leaves. Even twins have different fingerprints. With the opening of such keen awareness, Wu Mian completely fell into the abyss.

    The influx of information of a geometric level is more than that of ordinary patients with amnesia, which makes him feel bad. As long as you read and touch, unlimited information flows into your mind, which makes Wu Mian have a headache.

    It''s fine during the day. When it''s quiet at night, even if it''s a dream, Wu Mian will absorb countless information.

    He was shrouded in insomnia, and it became a luxury to have a good sleep.

    Therefore, after returning from the United States, Wu Mian refused the invitation of major top three hospitals that knew the news in China and returned directly to his hometown. It''s good to think of the quiet home, receive less information and suffer less crime. What a promising future is vain for Wu Mian.

    But early in the morning, Wu Mian''s heart was covered with a layer of haze when he met the patient of "ghost pressing the bed".