Sleepless Doctor

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

　　 Duan Fei was stupid when he heard the words Wu Mian reach his ears. Wu Mian? Wasn't he unable to hang around outside, and came back to his hometown in a desperate manner?

What's happening here? Did Wu Mian just come back for vacation? People are messing around outside, even the big leaders of multinational groups have to rush to flatter?

　　 He was thinking about it, the unit door opened, and seeing a crowd of people going upstairs, Duan Fei hesitated for 0.2 seconds, and followed behind him.

　　 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-end, but now I feel that the corridors are cramped. Especially after standing more than a dozen urban professional white-collar workers in suits and shoes, Duan Fei felt out of breath.

　　 "Auntie, hello."

　　 Steulei’s general manager stood in front of the door, bowed slightly, and greeted him in Cantonese Mandarin. The accent is a bit strange, but it is still understandable.

　　 "It's Wu Mian's friend, come in and sit in, come in and sit." A woman who seemed to be only forty years old said a bit astonished, looking at the people all over the hall.

　　 "Excuse me," the general manager said, "I know that Mr. Wu is back to China, I will bring..."

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

　　"..."

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

　　 For so many years, Wu Mian has not changed, but has become even more rude.

　　 Wu Mian’s mother was a little embarrassed, she said embarrassedly, "My Wu Mian is just like this, his temper is not very good, don’t care."

　　 "Auntie, Teacher Wu rarely sees outsiders, I interrupted him." The general manager said quickly. After he finished speaking, his voice raised slightly, and he was polite with respect, "Mr. Wu, I will bring you your usual surgical supplies."

　　 Surgical supplies?

　　 Duan Fei's mind completely turned into a paste.

　　 Isn’t Steurey an adult product? What the **** is surgery? Could it be said that the second element has begun to play operating room COS? ! This is too expensive. Still rich people can play, tusk.

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

　　 Are liars so professional now? With a hundred thousand whys in his heart, Duan Fei looked stupidly at the general manager and bowed deeply, then refused Wu Mian's mother's retention, leaving only a delicate suitcase and a gilded business card, and then left.

　　 A crowd of people went downstairs, and Fei turned sideways to give way in the squat corridor. When the general manager walked by, he vaguely felt a strong sense of oppression oncoming.

　　 "Xiao Fei, when did you come?" Wu Mian's mother greeted Duan Fei when she saw Duan Fei.

　　 "I... heard that Wu Mian is back, come and see him." Duan Fei stammered.

　　 Hearing what he said, the general manager glanced at him deeply, then turned and left.

　　 "Xiao Fei, Wu Mian is resting. When he comes back, can you get together?"

　　 "Okay, okay." Duan Fei just made an excuse, and left as if after talking about it.

　　 Closed the door, Zhang Lan sighed, took a look at the box on the ground, walked to the door of Wu Mian's bedroom, patted the door, and said, "Xiao Mian, the visitor is here, so you won't come out to take a look."

　　 "Mom, I'm chatting with Kiko."

　　 "Let's talk, I'll make sweet potatoes for you in the evening." Zhang Lan said.

　　Wu Mian was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and the bright and enthusiastic sunlight was blocked by the blackout curtains. He was lying on the bed, but he was still wearing sunglasses and black lambskin gloves on his hands.

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

　　 "Steulei's boss, should have brought me gloves." Wu Mian said lightly, "You come back quickly."

　　 "Yeah, miss me if I haven't seen you for a day?" The girl said with a smile.

　　 "It is said that the country hospital is idle, nonsense." Wu Mian said, "I saw a patient with hypokalemia causing paralysis of limbs."

　　 "Did you take off your glasses?"

　　 "No, you can tell at a glance. Besides, it doesn't work without taking off your glasses. I glanced at the electrocardiogram. I still feel uncomfortable when I come back."

"I know, I will stay for one night, chat with my mother, and go tomorrow." Chu Zhixi said, "Don't take off your glasses yourself. I tell you, if you go to live in the ICU...it's not right. There seems to be no ICU on the Bajingzi side."

　　 "It's insomnia, headaches, how come Icu is involved." Wu Mian said, "Okay, you hurry back."

　　 "I know, what to eat tonight?"

　　 "My mother said that to make sweet potato paste, it is candied sweet potatoes. I liked to eat them when I was a child, but at that time I was poor and couldn't afford sweet potatoes. I only used potatoes. I only eat candied sweet potatoes during the Chinese New Year."

　　 The two chatted for more than twenty minutes before Wu Mian hung up the phone.

　　 He was turned into a genius since he was a child, and he is a standard child of another family. But the distress in it, only he knows it.

　　 He has a super memory, the bits and pieces of daily life, many "useless" memories are like files stored in the computer, as long as his thoughts flash, they will appear in his mind.

　　 Generally speaking, this should be regarded as super-memory syndrome, or super-memory syndrome for short. However, too much memory is a natural gift for others, but it is an extremely painful thing for Wu Mian.

　　 With the increase of age, instead of getting milder, the condition has become more and more serious. He not only remembers everything he has experienced, but his brain is like installing software, unconsciously analyzing more information on its own.

　　 And it's not only hypermemory, but Wu Mian highly suspects that he still has scholar syndrome.

　　 However, there is no standard laboratory test for diagnosis of hypermemia and scholar syndrome, and Wu Mian is just guessing. His whole person, especially his hands, had a keen sense of touch to the point that Wu Mian could not bear it.

　　 For example, when shaking hands, ordinary people can judge the emotions and other information of the other party through strength, movement, and temperature. But apart from these, Wu Mian could even feel the subtle information of the other party's fingerprints.

　　 Anatomically understanding, fingerprints, palm prints, and plantar prints are the protrusions of the dermal tissue between the epidermis layer and the dermis to the epidermis, which are called dermis RT, Dermal.

　　 There are no two leaves that are the same. Even twins have different fingerprints. The opening of such a keen awareness made Wu Mian fall into the abyss completely.

　　 There is an influx of geometric orders of information more than ordinary hypermemia patients, which makes him feel bad. With just one thought and one touch, unlimited information flooded into his mind, making Wu Mian a headache.

　　 It’s okay during the day. When it’s dead at night, even if it’s a dream, Wu Mian will consume countless information.

　　 He was enveloped by insomnia, and it became a luxury to get a good night's sleep.

　　 So after Wu Mian returned from the United States, he refused the invitation of the major tertiary hospitals in China that knew the news, and went straight back to his hometown. It is good to think of a quiet hometown, to receive less information, and to suffer less crime. For Wu Mian, whatever prospects are bright.

　　 But when I met a "ghost press" patient early in the morning, Wu Mian's heart was clouded with a haze.