You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 52
"Good morning, Dr. Mo."

I don't know when it started, Ephraim would run into Mo Mengchen every time he went out.

"Good morning."

Mo Mengchen also greeted her.

Ephraim was accompanied by Adrian, who attended elementary school nearby.

"Doctor Mo, I watched your game. Your hand feeling is so good, why don't you shoot more?" Adrian asked softly with a little child's innocence and innate thirst for knowledge.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Because I need to make my teammates feel good."

"Believe me, sometimes you have to be decisive, my sister's shots are better than Grant Hill!" Adrian said confidently.

Ephraim quickly covered his brother's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense about Dr. Mo, that, he is not sensible."

"Actually, what he said is quite right." It was rare for Mo Mengchen to meet a confidant, even if he was less than 10 years old.

Ephraim never dreamed that Mo Mengchen would approve of Adrian's opinion.

"The school bus is coming, Adrian, say goodbye to Dr. Mo."

"Goodbye, Doctor Mo."

She left in a hurry, maybe she was worried that Adrian might say something inappropriate, or maybe she was afraid of losing face in front of her
Mo Mengchen had many hypotheses in his mind, but he didn't take the initiative because it was not the time yet.

On the side of the road, Aaron Bennett drove Mo Mengchen to St. Lucifer's Hospital.

Amir Madeira was also in the car.

She briefly talked about today's schedule: "Solomon Dullah's operation will be performed in the morning, which is the most important thing today."

"Afternoon training, evening"

Mo Mengchen remembered that there was no game at night: "Buy some movie tickets."

movie ticket?Madeira always thought that her boss was a strange guy who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, and that the vulgar taste of watching movies should not appear on him.

It now appears that she was wrong.

For at least the next 50 years, vulgar tastes like watching movies will be appreciated by both refined and popular tastes.

"Do you need me to sit beside you?" Madeira asked.

"I don't need a busty version of Rachel McAdams spreading germs around me, so thanks, no."

"Uh"

Who the hell is Rachel McAdams?
St. Lucifer's Hospital
"Just stop here."

Mo Mengchen got out of the car, and within a few steps, more than a dozen fans surrounded him.

They hoped to get an autograph, and seeing all the pollution sources standing beside them, Mo Mengchen looked tense, and pointed at Bennett's car: "Please tell them your address, and I will send the autograph to your home. "

"I'm going to work now, there's an operation waiting for me, please make way."

Even if Mo Mengchen was full of disgust for this group of fanatical fans, he had to show an expression of more excitement than his mother being elected as the head of state at this moment.

The fans are still sensible, they all know that Mo Mengchen is a doctor.

"Dor.Mo, we will always support you!"

"Thank you."

When Mo Mengchen walked into the hospital, he had a very familiar feeling.

This is always the case.

Every day in the previous life started like this.

When he walked into the hospital, everyone cast all kinds of eyes, the surgeons were full of resentment, because he always ridiculed their medical skills; the nurses were full of fear, because he was the meanest attending doctor, any nurse who made mistakes on his operating table will be scolded and cried; interns are full of longing, because most of them are not qualified to follow Mo Mengchen, if they really follow him, they will know how ridiculous this longing is; the only one with good intentions The eyes are on the patients, because they know that this hated and feared man can save their lives.

Mo Mengchen has been a doctor all his life, he doesn't think he is so great, he just tries his best to do his job well and try not to kill people on the operating table.

For doctors with a license to kill, once they make a mistake, it is just a mistake for them, but it is a one-way ticket for patients.

Mo Mengchen changed into a white coat and washed his hands repeatedly.

He has never learned any six-step or seven-step hand washing method. He has his own set of hand washing methods, which are more complicated, more careful, and more time-consuming, not to mention that he has to wash it ten times repeatedly every time. .

For him, this is a sacred ceremony.

The hands that need to cut the flesh and blood must be pure and flawless, without any dirt.

Not at all.

Mo Mengchen was ready for the operation, he was the last doctor who came to the operating room.

Old Du La's relatives were waiting outside.

Before entering the operating room, Mo Mengchen saw Tetek Dula.

"Didn't that doctor of yours come with you?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"Sorry. I shouldn't."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Mengchen made a gesture of silence: "If your father can come out of the operating room alive, you can go and apologize to him. Thanks to you, he almost died on the operating table."

"A good boy like you almost killed your father for his own selfish desire."

As soon as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, the faces of everyone in the audience changed, including Noah Sievers.

"you you!"

Mo Mengchen ignored the anger and horror of the others, turned around and entered the operating room.

In the operating room, there are assistants, nurses, and helpers who operate various machines. There are about a dozen people, and two are on call to deal with emergencies.

"From now on, focus. If you want to kill him, you can relax. A slight negligence can make this almost dead guy go to God."

"Is there a problem?"

No one made a sound, and the operating room was as quiet as an execution scene.

"let's start."

"Suck!"

"hurry up!"

His words never stopped, except for the sound of the machine in the entire operating room, it was his voice. The two voices echoed back and forth, converging into a tense song.

Under his pressure, the experienced assistant was extremely nervous, lest he would be scolded if he failed to handle a detail.

Although Mo Mengchen came to St. Lucifer not long ago, everyone in the hospital knew his name.

A dozen members of Du La's family were waiting outside the operating room.

After more than four hours,
The door of the operating room opened slowly.

Mo Mengchen pulled off the sterile gloves and took off the mask.

"Doctor Mo, how is the situation?"

"The operation was a success." With Mo Mengchen's words, Little Doula grabbed his hand and thanked him repeatedly.

Tetek Durra's face showed a variety of emotions, happiness or anger, and some regret, as if something had been lost permanently.

"He has not regained consciousness and is very weak. He needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. Try not to disturb him."

After saying this, Mo Mengchen walked away.

Today's operation is the most difficult one he has encountered since time travelling.

If it was him in his previous life, the success rate would probably be less than 5%.

However, Mo Mengchen in this life is the world's number one doctor with the highest evaluation. His skills, coupled with his previous life experience, made him a thorn in the side of death. Even such a tricky operation still did not stump him. .

His surgery success rate is still 100%.

"Mo, do you have to speak so badly?"

Mo Mengchen was washing his hands when Sievers walked in suddenly.

"This is the sterile area." Mo Mengchen said.

"What's wrong?" Sievers felt that what he said to Tetek Durra before the operation had gone too far.

Mo Mengchen said: "It means that pathogens like you that are covered in bacteria should not come in."

"Why can't you talk nicely?"

"That's my truth."

Sievers asked, "Because Tetek Dura snubbed you before? That's why you did this to him?"

"I said, if I had a good boy like that, I'd let him cum in his mother's face before he was paired with the ovaries, it was that simple."

"you!"

"I still have another operation. If you have nothing to do," Mo Mengchen said, "I repeat, this is a sterile area."

Sievers walked to the door, turned his head and said bitterly: "I really want to hug you hard, and then spread the bacteria in my body to you!"

"You admit that you are a pathogen, which is a good progress." Mo Mengchen laughed.

Then, Mo Mengchen heard the sound of extraordinarily loud high heels hitting the floor.

To be honest, he was worried that Sievers would fall again, wondering if her high heels were of high quality, don't make it like last time.

Mo Mengchen picked up the medical records.

Today he has two surgeries, usually only one, because of old Du La, he temporarily added one.

Old Dura's operation gave him 1000 attribute points in return, and he also discovered that the system will give corresponding rewards according to the difficulty of each operation (and the same for each game).

The harder the surgery (race), the more rewarding it will be.

Three hours later, Mo Mengchen completed the second operation.

Compared with the old Du La's operation, this operation is relatively simple and there is no problem.

It had been a long time since he had this operation, and he felt numb and weak in his feet.

The whole person was light, thinking that he would have to go to the Henry Ford Training Center for training later, and suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion of "Why should I live? It's so hard to be a human being".

He changed back into his clothes and was about to leave when he got to the door and bumped into Sievers.

It might be inaccurate to say that, because there are indications that she is waiting here on purpose.

"I should apologize to you. That guy humiliated you. You did nothing wrong. I'm on your side," Sievers said.

Mo Mengchen said solemnly: "Although I don't know the reason and logic of your apology, I accept it."

Sievers rolled his eyes and said, "Are you free tonight?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I always have to ask, right?"

Sievers is fed up with the guy: "Do you agree or not?"

Mo Mengchen said: "Although I really want to promise you, but I have an appointment tonight, next time."

"I know the schedule of the Pistons, you don't have a game tonight."

Mo Mengchen was very sad. Could it be that in the eyes of this old woman, besides surgery, training, and playing games, she couldn't have other private lives?
Does she really think I'm a pedantic rock?
Mo Mengchen's eyes and expression vividly conveyed a sentence to Sievers: Do you think you are particularly like a CP?

"Okay, next time."

Sievers turned and walked away without saying goodbye.

"Goodbye." Mo Mengchen said to her.

She raised her hand perfunctorily and shook it a few times.

The status has finally changed, and it's three more today.

Thank you for crossing the bridge Shaosqingq book friend 20180101103055206 Siege 666 for the reward!
(End of this chapter)