You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 189 I Wish You An Unhappy Thanksgiving
Not only did Mo Mengchen want to spit out the sandwich in his mouth, but he also had no appetite at all.

Ephraim's eyes were extremely eager.

To Mo Mengchen's anger, Medela took advantage of Ephraim's focus on him, lightly took a bite of the sandwich, and then threw the remaining large piece into the trash can.

you!
Mo Mengchen stared straight at his eyes.

Make you eccentric, you can eat this stuff slowly!

Madeira stared angrily.

Mo Mengchen's heart was turbulent and the waves were endless, his face was as calm as the surface of a lake without waves.

"Fortunately."

In order not to let Ephraim see it, Mo Mengchen chewed slowly and savored it slowly. It is a rare penance to be able to eat such an unpalatable thing.

He consoled himself so much.

But he also wanted to know, how did Ephraim manage to make the sandwich so bitter and spicy, but without sweet and salty?

Did you mix up the seasoning when you made it?
"really?"

Everyone knows Mo Mengchen's cooking skills, if he can give a "good" evaluation, then it is really good.

Adrian is incredible, he can't wait to tell the truth now.

"Well, it can be made sweeter." Mo Mengchen put down the sandwich, "But I still can't eat more."

Diet regulations are hanging!

Ephraim wanted to take it and eat it, but Mo Mengchen hurriedly "unintentionally" slipped his hand, causing the sandwich to fall to the ground.

"Oh, what a pity, it seems that we can only throw it away."

Full marks for acting.

For the first time, Mo Mengchen felt that he could try to be an actor, but what about his acting talent?
Seeing that Mo Mengchen worked so hard to maintain this white lie, Madeira stopped making trouble and sat on the sofa and picked up today's planner.

"Amir, what are you going to do today?"

Mo Mengchen made breakfast, but after being influenced by Ephraim, he has no appetite now.

The most disgusting thing about professional players is that no matter whether you have an appetite or not, you have to eat what you should eat, let alone someone like Mo Mengchen who urgently needs to gain weight.

NBA players have a large intake and a large output. The energy they need to supply to their bodies every day is far beyond ordinary people. Mo Mengchen is not the kind of person with a big appetite. If he wants to keep his weight constant during the season and gain steadily and slowly, the combination of diet Extra important.

Every meal can't be left behind, it's no longer a matter of having or not having an appetite.

Therefore, he needs something to distract him.

Hearing his question, Ephraim took out the schedule and said, "In one hour, there will be a patient in St. Lucifer who needs to undergo surgery. In the afternoon, we will have simple training. In the evening... there is no arrangement."

Because Thanksgiving is going to be at home tonight.

"Amir, do you have plans for the evening?" Ephraim asked.

Madela had no other arrangements. After breaking up with her boyfriend, she devoted all her life to work, and usually did not go home except for Christmas.

"No."

"Shall we have dinner together tonight? The four of us." Ephraim proposed.

Madeira paid attention to Mo Mengchen's reaction, he didn't show any sign of agreeing or disagreeing, as if he didn't care much about this matter.

"Okay." Madeira agreed.

Mo Mengchen heard their conversation, he really didn't care about it, he just wanted to force himself to finish this breakfast well, and then go to work in the hospital.

There is still work to be done on Thanksgiving, how many other time travelers are there like him?
There is nothing he can do if he doesn't work. Who told him that his current overall evaluation is so low.

It is difficult to improve rapidly in a short period of time by training alone.

After breakfast, Mo Mengchen and Ephraim made a simple division of labor.

Ephraim is preparing the Thanksgiving dinner at night, and Mo Mengchen will come back early to cook. As for the activities, they have no special arrangements. If there is an arrangement, it is to watch a movie together. Anything is fine, as long as it is not a tragedy.

"Boss, this matter will be revealed sooner or later."

Madeira didn't know why someone as shrewd as Mo Mengchen didn't let Ephraim know how bad her cooking skills were.

"How did you reveal it?"

"As long as she takes a bite, she will know how unpalatable it is."

Mo Mengchen looked at the street and said, "Everyone's taste is different. She finds it unpalatable, but I find it delicious."

"Do you really think it's delicious?"

"do not think so."

"then you."

"That's why your boyfriend fucks your best friend, you're not romantic at all."

Madeira slammed to the brakes: "Do you think this is why he betrayed me?"

"No, but I believe this is one of the reasons." Mo Mengchen said with a smile, "You are so angry, it means you have thought about it too, right?"

Madeira's mouth was about to explode with anger, she turned her head aside and continued to drive.

"Keep an eye on the road."

"You don't need to say it!"

This woman's menopause really came early, how pitiful she is so young
Mo Mengchen was filled with emotion.

saint lucifer
"See you tonight, Ms. Not Romantic." Mo Mengchen waved to Madeira.

Madela didn't even say goodbye, and drove away.

Mo Mengchen carried more than a dozen gift boxes in his hands and entered the hospital with great fanfare.

There are not many colleagues who are worth giving gifts to, and Mo Mengchen is not a social butterfly, he will find those who are worth giving gifts.

"Isn't this Dr. Mo, happy Thanksgiving."

Gary looked at Mo Mengchen unhappy Keel saw the gift box in his hand: "Is there a gift for me?"

"Sorry, I don't think it is necessary to give you a gift. Goodbye, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving." Mo Mengchen passed by him with a smile.

In the entire emergency department, Mo Mengchen only had friendship with one doctor.

Robinson Nick, one of the few doctors in the emergency department, is also the only one of these doctors in the emergency department who has the possibility of entering surgery.

The level of the others is, in Mo Mengchen's words - at this level, don't come here to harm others.

If it wasn't for the face of his colleagues, Mo Mengchen even wanted them to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department. Where is the emergency department?Where a life is saved at a critical moment, in this place, these mediocre people have more chances to kill indirectly.

"Happy holidays, Robinson." Mo Mengchen handed him one of the gift boxes with his name on it.

Nick laughed: "I hope it's not a Pistons season ticket. I'm not interested in basketball. I'm a Lions fan."

"Don't worry, I won't give the precious season tickets to NFL heretics." Mo Mengchen glanced at his patient.

This is a ten-year-old girl.

Mo Mengchen asked: "What's going on?"

"It's not clear yet. She was in a deep coma when she was delivered. According to the family member's description, she felt dizzy and nauseated after eating a bag of cheese puffs, followed by inability to breathe."

"Food poisoning?"

"No."

Nick was also a little anxious; "Now we don't know where the problem is."

Mo Mengchen thought carefully.

I have practiced medicine for decades in my previous life, and I have seen all kinds of wonderful patients. Sometimes life is really fragile.

Unconscious, short of breath, not food poisoning, no accidental injury.
"Where's her family?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Nick turned his gaze and drifted to the family area outside the emergency department.

The emergency department is currently dealing with this critical patient, and many doctors from the emergency department have come around, and they have put forward various ideas.

Mo Mengchen stepped forward and said, "Hello, I am a doctor here."

"Dor. Mo?"

The middle-aged woman said in surprise.

"It's me, are you Morally Jackson's mother?"

"Yes, is Morale all right? How is she doing?"

Mo Mengchen said seriously: "She is in a very bad condition, we don't know what went wrong, so now we need you to think carefully, did she do anything special before she fell into a coma, or did something happen? Little accidents, even things that don't seem like a big deal."

Morally's mother thought carefully.

Suddenly, Morale's mother said: "Before that, she had a fight with the neighbor's children."

"Are there any specific details?"

"No, I'm not there, I just heard the movement!"

"Thank you."

Mo Mengchen hurried back.

No evidence, no reason, just a guess, born from intuition, from experience.

There was a case like this in the hospital where Mo Mengchen worked in his previous life. An 8-year-old girl fell into a coma after eating stinky tofu, and her breathing was not smooth. She entered the hospital and could not find any reason. Her unflowered life died in the hospital. The family members applied An autopsy was ordered to find out the true cause of death.

The result showed: death due to intracranial contusion.

The girl did not fight or wrestle. Her family members thought of the terrible scene. Before that, her mother patted her on the head, probably because the girl was disobedient.

This seemingly ordinary scene took away a life and destroyed a family.

Now, the same thing appears to be happening again.

Mo Mengchen is not sure, this is just his inference, he is not a doctor in the emergency department, so he can only offer advice.

Kiel objected to his proposal on the grounds that there was not enough time, and if Mo Mengchen was wrong, the girl would have missed the best time for treatment.

In the end, Robinson Nick took the risk and accepted Mo Mengchen's suggestion. This is his patient and he has the right to make a decision.

The girl's examination was expedited.

Mo Mengchen was waiting outside the inspection room.

An hour later, Nick rushed out and roared, "Doctor Mo, you are right!"

Keir couldn't laugh because he didn't know that he should be happy for the patient's rescue, but angry that Mo Mengchen humiliated him again.

Looking at his face that neither smiled nor got angry, Mo Mengchen was sincerely happy.

"Looks like my wish has come true, you had a very unhappy Thanksgiving."

Mo Mengchen picked up the gift with a smile: "Excuse me."

The only privileged doctor at St. Lucifer's Hospital walked haughtily past the head of the emergency department.

That's why Gere hates him.

He is also a doctor, why does he have so many privileges?
But he also had to admit that this man did have the ability far above everyone else.

Stupid god, they always give talent to nasty bastards!

(End of this chapter)