"Why, you still want to push me against the wall?"

"What is wall dong?" Liu Xiaobi drank Xia Feifei and asked Zhou Congwen.

Zhou Congwen bent down and put his shoulders on Liu Xiaobi's belly to carry her. Liu Xiaobi was shocked, but no matter how she slapped Zhou Congwen's back, it was useless.

Walking to the corner of the wall, Zhou Congwen put Liu Xiaobi down, and with one hand against the wall, and said with a smile, "Here, this is the wall dong. By the way, you have eaten so much garlic, don't grab my neck and talk. The smell is so irritating, your dog even dislikes it."

"Do you dislike it?"

Liu Xiaobie seized the flaws in Zhou Congwen's words and went straight to Huanglong. However, this sentence was a little ambiguous, and Zhou Congwen and her were silent in an instant.

The awkward air made Zhou Congwen feel that he had spontaneous pneumothorax or tension pneumothorax. His mind had begun to be blank and he would die suddenly anytime and anywhere.

"Dr. Zhou."

When he was embarrassed, Boss Chunxiao came over and patted Zhou Congwen on the shoulder, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to delay your two partners."

“…”

"I just said you are a mathematician, but you don't admit it." Boss Chunxiao said with a smile, "The inner room has lost so much, everyone is cursing. I ran out to hide for leisure. Dr. Zhou, you have won again, great!"

"I'm confused."

"Don't blink a blind eye when lying!" Liu Xiaobi lowered his head and walked out of Zhou Congwen's wall-to-mouth arm, and said contemptuously, "Boss, don't believe him. I think he is holding a pen and paper at home every day."

Zhou Congwen really has no choice but to deal with this little landlord.

She is similar to herself, she just makes up for it. She is understandable, after all, she is a reborn person, so saying a few words of truth is better than anything else.

But Liu Xiaobie...

Just as I thought of this, Liu Xiaobi's cell phone rang.

"Small farewell, ah~~~"

A scream came from Liu Xiaobi's phone, and the sound was so loud that Zhou Congwen, who was 1 meter away from Liu Xiaobi, could hear it clearly.

"Mom! What's wrong, don't panic!" Liu Xiaobi's whole body tensed up and asked quickly.

"You Uncle Wu vomited...spouted...spouted a child."

“…”

Zhou Congwen was also stunned. What does it mean to vomit a child?!

What a joke.

The landlord’s aunt’s wife, Liu Xiaobi’s father, died in a car accident in the early years. It is said that she never took another step since then and found someone to live, but instead raised Liu Xiaobi with great difficulty.

Now Liu Xiaobi is getting older. I heard that after Liu Xiaobi went abroad, she found a wife. She was not married or got a marriage certificate, so the relationship between the two is quite harmonious.

What's wrong with this? Zhou Congwen frowned, and the strange scene of a horror movie appeared in his mind - a child's hand was stretched out from the old man's mouth...

Although Zhou Congwen is a materialist, he is always willing to think of these strange things.

Impossible, completely impossible, he shook his head and dispersed the scenes of the strange powers and gods.

Liu Xiaobi did not hesitate and ran home.

"In your house?" Zhou Congwen asked after following her.

"Well, if you don't want to see him, just come out to watch the game." Liu Xiaobi ran very quickly, with his hair flying over his shoulders.

The distance between home and lottery station is very close, and it takes a few steps.

When he got home, Zhou Congwen smelled a smell of wine first, and then hesitated for a moment, followed Liu Xiaobie into the house.

A man with gray hair in his sixties sat in front of the table with wine and food on the table, and a post-World Cup analysis was also displayed on the TV.

"Where is the child!" Liu Xiaobei asked directly after coming back.

"You Uncle Wu spit out a meat ball." The landlord and aunt were so scared that she was "lost in beauty" and rubbed her hands and said.

Zhou Congwen was speechless. He could think of the brain circuit of the meat ball and the child, the landlord aunt, but this was not Nezha, so what was going on?

Liu Xiaobie was amused and crying. He took a deep breath, his chest undulated, suppressing his irritability.

Zhou Congwen covered his nose, suppressed the smell of wine, and leaned over to observe carefully.

The old man spitted out a tissue of about 6×3 cm from his mouth, which broke out of his mouth, but there was a pedicle behind it.

The mass is dark red, spreading and swollen, accompanied by a foul smell, and there are necrosis and ulcers at the bottom of the mass.

There was a large piece of vomit on the table. The old man was a little drunk, but it could be seen that he didn't drink too much.

This is...the esophageal tumor, and it seems that the possibility of good and evil is half.

"Call 120 for first aid." Zhou Congwen said in a deep voice, approaching the old man.

"Uncle, I am a doctor from the Third Hospital opposite. Don't panic. It's nothing to do. I'll ask you a few questions." Zhou Congwen took his hand from his mouth and nose, and started the consultation as if he was sitting in the clinic.

"Child, I can't die." The old man was obviously still in a state of confusion, and he didn't even know if he was dreaming.

Some people who vomit when they drink too much, but spit out a ball of meat, it seems that they have not yet reached the stage of ripeness. This is very rare. The old man was frightened. He held the ball of meat in his hand and asked Zhou Congwen with a sad face.

"It's okay, I can't die." Zhou Congwen said with certainty, and didn't know if he comforted the old man.

"Have you ever had a similar situation after drinking?"

The old man shook his head.

"Have you felt like you were choking after eating?"

The old man shook his head.

He shook his head, his mouth shaking, and his thorns swayed beside his mouth, looking very strange. It was like... it was like a child who came back alive.

Zhou Congwen has never seen a similar situation, but he has his own guess and only needs to do two related inspections.

After asking a few more questions, it further confirmed Zhou Congwen's idea.

Soon, the sound of 120 ambulance outside came.

"Zhou Congwen, Uncle Wu is fine." Liu Xiaobi asked.

"Do you have children at home?"

Liu Xiaobi glanced at the landlord aunt, who wiped her tears, "There is a child in the UK."

well.

Zhou Congwen sighed. This was the most troublesome situation. But it didn't matter. There was no way to treat this disease in the third hospital. If you want to be safe, you have to go to the provincial capital.

He is a good doctor, but the better the doctor, the more he understands the importance of equipment, medicines, and teams. A person's strength must be limited and he doesn't have much work to do.

The patient's condition is not complicated, but if he guessed correctly, he had never seen such a long esophagus at noon. The provincial capital is the safest.

120 The emergency doctor rushed up, "Where is the patient? How is it!"

"Brother Fan, you are in a stable state and you are fine for the time being." Zhou Congwen quickly explained the situation to the emergency department doctor to avoid him from being anxious.

"Huh? Xiao Zhou? Your relative?"

"Neighbor, I happened to meet it. I suspect it was a tumor in the esophageal ..."

Zhou Congwen explained that just as he said something, the emergency department doctor saw the patient holding a ball of flesh in his hand, and a long pedicle behind it, and his eyes almost fell out.
Chapter completed!