"I also know something''s wrong. Maybe the last nail households of targeted poverty alleviation are scratching their heads." Wu Zhongtai sighed.

    "It has nothing to do with targeted poverty alleviation. Where did Uncle Wang eat at noon?" Wu Mian put his chopsticks on the bowl. And his body became straight, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

    "What?"

    "Uncle Wang is a person with strong self-control. According to your father, there is no special pressure recently... Besides, Uncle Wang was not overwhelmed by so many things in those years. Now he is about to retire. What can he do?"

    "He doesn''t have any mental diseases. He has a sudden change of temperament. Considering that he has an acute disease, he may be very critical."

    "Don''t talk nonsense!" Wu Zhongtai was really unhappy this time.

    "It''s not nonsense." Wu Mian was very serious and stood up. "Dad, let''s go to Uncle Wang''s house."

    Zhang Lan was stunned. "Let''s finish dinner first."

    "Mom, it doesn''t matter if the meal is cold. If you go late, Uncle Wang may be cold." Wu Mian said.

    “……”

    Wu Zhongtai and Zhang Lan looked at each other. Although they did not recognize their son''s saying that Lao Wang was ill, the word cool was quite sharp and true in a certain context.

    Go and have a look. If you have nothing to eat, you won''t delay anything; In case something happens.

    In case, and come are the two comforting words of Chinese people.

    Wu Zhongtai is also straightforward. It won''t take much time to have a look. Put on your shoes and went out with Wu Mian.

    The Wu and Wang families are not far away, and they walk for less than ten minutes. Along the way, Wu Mian inquired about Wang Zhijian''s recent situation and had a preliminary understanding.

    Wang Zhijian hasn''t changed anything these days, except that he was furious at the team meeting in the afternoon.

    Wu Zhongtai did not think it was a matter of work. Of course, he also denied the possibility that the working group would come down to investigate Wang Zhijian based on his character. Besides, I haven''t heard the wind. If there''s something, I can''t hide it from him.

    Hypoglycemia, pulmonary encephalopathy, hepatic encephalopathy, drug poisoning, acute stroke, carotid dissection, carbon monoxide poisoning, lupus encephalopathy, the names of these diseases echoed in Wu Mian''s mind.

    Everything is one of the differential diagnoses, and everything can be a fatal disease.

    It is not difficult for Wu Mian to think of every differential diagnosis and find the real reason. The difficulty is that every time he thinks of a disease, countless information flows into his mind.

    The number of pages in the first edition of internal medicine, the subtle differences in the text of each edition, the specific patients with similar conditions encountered, and the relevant medical records reported in overseas and domestic literature... Although he had forged his nerve as hard as steel, he could not fundamentally eliminate the impact of information. When thinking about these, his temples began to burst and jump.

    Many diseases may lead to sudden emotional changes. Wu Mian can''t make a final judgment when he doesn''t see Wang Zhijian. He just inquired about all kinds of details for differential diagnosis, while thinking about which disease is more likely.

    Sudden change of temperament. There are superstitious statements here in bajingzi township. Wu Mian naturally doesn''t believe it. For him, these can be explained scientifically.

    Soon, the father and son came to the downstairs of the Wang family. A familiar figure was ringing the doorbell.

    Wu Mian''s eyes penetrated the sunglasses and shook his head and smiled bitterly when he saw his back.

    It''s Wei Dabao, the... Master who met in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine early in the morning.

    "Wei Dabao, what are you doing here?" Wu Mian asked from a distance.

    Wei Dabao was stunned. He felt his voice was cold and familiar. Looking back, it turned out to be Wu Mian, with a complex expression on his face. Some joy, some embarrassment, some confusion.

    "Who?" a woman''s voice came from the doorbell.

    Trinket did not speak, but turned and trotted to Wu Mian. His waist had been bent unconsciously.

    "Chief Wu, you... What are you doing here?" his face was full of laughter, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

    "Let me see Uncle Wang."

    "Uncle Wang? Secretary Wang?" Wei Dabao was stunned and murmured. Then he woke up and scolded himself.

    Wu Mian is the child of the head of Wu township. He knows this. Why didn''t he remember this.

    Wu Zhongtai glanced at Wei Dabao and said coldly, "are you Dr. Wei from the township hospital of traditional Chinese medicine?"

    "I am, I am." Trinket felt a pressing momentum on his chest, like substance. It was as rough as the wind blowing the dust all over the sky, and the cheek was scratched a little painful.

    "Dad, how do you know?"

    "It''s said that laogua mountain Taoist temple is a disciple of feudal superstition!" Wu Zhongtai said coldly without giving Wei Dabao any face. However, he didn''t have such a person as Wei Dabao in his eyes. He knew that he didn''t necessarily want to communicate.

    He strode to the door and rang the bell again.

    "Whose bear child is it fun to ring the doorbell?" the woman''s voice came out, quite impatient.

    "Ran Zi, I''m your Uncle Wu." Wu Zhongtai said.

    "Uncle Wu, why are you here?" the woman said hello and then opened the door of the unit.

    Wu Zhongtai took the lead and strode upstairs.

    Like the Wu family, the corridor here is narrow and narrow. Wu Zhongtai walks in front. His broad shoulders seem to occupy all the space, and even the lights are dim.

    "Uncle Wu, you''re coming." a young woman in her twenties, holding her child in her arms, said in the door.

    "Well, come and see your father." Wu Zhongtai went in.

    When Wu Mian saw the young woman, he greeted with a smile, "Wang Ran, I haven''t seen you for a long time. You''ve become a mother."

    "Wu... Wu Mian?!"

    When Wu Zhongtai entered the house, the young woman saw Wu Mian wearing sunglasses and khaki windbreaker behind her.

    For a moment, the dim lights in the corridor were bright, and the whole world was full of birds and flowers.

    "I came back yesterday. I''ll visit Uncle Wang today. I haven''t seen you for a long time. Are you okay?"

    "Get out! Get out of the house!" a voice came from the inner room, followed by a pile of obscene language with mosaic and random code.

    Wang Ran was a little embarrassed. She bowed her head in embarrassment, hugged the child in her arms and said with a bitter face, "sorry, my father has a bad temper these days. I thought I was thinking of my grandson and came back with the child..."

    "What are you howling about?" Wu Zhongtai angrily replied, "come out and talk about what''s going on. Take it out on me. Believe it or not, put your head in the toilet as a toilet plunger?"

    The friendship between the two old people for decades is not at the team meeting. Naturally, they don''t have to be implicit.

    "Dad, keep your voice down. How old are you and quarreling?" Wu Mian said. "I''ll go and see Uncle Wang."

    Generally speaking, most of the nonsense, eccentric behavior and behaviors that are different from those in the past are caused by hepatic encephalopathy.

    This is a high probability judgment, and some are precursors of Alzheimer''s disease. There was an old professor in DIDU who was suddenly turned over to the public security bureau one day and said he was flirting with girls on the bus.

    The diagnosis was Alzheimer''s disease

    Wu Mian has seen all these, but the voice of listening to Wang Zhijian is strange, which is different from the previous judgment. You should see it with your own eyes.