You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 617
There is still an hour before the operation starts, and many people have already arrived in the Lincoln Conference Hall.

The operation will be broadcast live, and staff from various hospitals will play the role of slapstick horse and live commentary in the Lincoln Conference Hall.

They will waste five precious hours of their lives doing this.

For St. Lucifer, Dean Martin Pinger and Noah Sievers were also present, and arranged for several staff members to serve tea and water.

"I didn't expect Dor.Mo to undergo this kind of surgery. I thought he only had appendicitis surgery." Roberto Mendes, the chief surgeon in San Jose, smiled lightly.

Colleagues who understood the meaning all laughed.

The title of 100% doctor is not worthy of the name in the eyes of many doctors. Although Mo Mengchen has undertaken many difficult operations, he only performs some simple operations in his daily life.

Because the operation is simple, the difficulty of maintaining a 100% success rate is naturally reduced.

Last year's Scorpio operation, Mendes, as the chief surgeon of the Scorpio operation, also failed in an occasion similar to today's. As an assistant, Mo Mengchen made a timely remedy and successfully rescued the patient. Not only did the Scorpio project go bankrupt, but also San Jose Hospital Face loss.

Mendes himself was even more ashamed of it, and he was at odds with Mo Mengchen. Although he couldn't do anything, he would never let it go if he had the opportunity to ridicule his enemy from a distance.

"However, today's surgery is indeed rare and very difficult," another doctor said.

In Mo Mengchen's office, he announced the list of assistants who participated in the operation with him.

Griffith, Keller Miller, and Suzy Jacobson were very disappointed, but she had no objection. Mo Mengchen usually valued her so much that she once suspected that Mo Mengchen was interested in her.

Once such thoughts arise, Su Xi will always look in the mirror to wake herself up from her dream.

The three went to the operating room, Griffith kept his head down, not daring to look at Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't look at her either, the three of them went into the sterile room to wash their hands and sterilized them, and then entered the operating room.

Danny Horston was lying peacefully on the operating table, and the anesthetic had already taken effect.

"The camera is in place."

"It's time to start."

"Scalpel."

Mo Mengchen spoke.

Once the operation started, two styles of painting appeared on the scene.

Mo Mengchen is a well-trained soldier, his movements are in place, his style is tough, and his efficiency is extremely high, but the partners around him are in a hurry like a motley crew.

Halston suffers from congenital heart disease and has a deformed heart. He has also undergone minimally invasive surgery before, but the effect is not good, and problems follow one after another.

Mo Mengchen has undergone numerous surgeries, and this is the first time he has seen such a heart.

His heart was like an engine with a serious problem, with several holes (double septal defect and patent ductus arteriosus), leaky valves (multiple valve disease), poor oil passage (left and right ventricular outflow tract Stenosis), circuit failure (atrial fibrillation), and what they have to do is to completely repair the problem of this engine in the shortest possible time and solve all the lesions in the heart at once under the premise of ensuring the patient's life.

"The ventricular septal defect has been repaired!"

said a nurse.

Upon hearing the news, the doctors in the Lincoln Conference Room whispered to each other too quickly.

"Is he in such a hurry?" Some high-level people who didn't understand the depth asked in surprise.

"For patients, the shorter the operation time, the higher the success rate." A doctor explained.

Mendes snorted softly: "But the shorter the time, it means that he omitted some steps, so the chance of accidents will increase."

"That's right."

The more people watched, the more anxious they became, because the angle of view of the live broadcast was from the side, and the doctors couldn't see what was going on. They could only infer from Mo Mengchen's movements and the news reported by the nurse.

Mo Mengchen's movements never stopped, and the operation went smoothly.

The nurse will report the latest situation every half hour.

Three hours passed, and most of Halston's problems had been resolved.

Mo Mengchen glanced at Griffith, she was observing seriously, when their eyes suddenly collided.

Griffith's eyes looked away.

"Angorui, there is one last step left."

Mo Mengchen straightened up suddenly and said, "Come here."

"what?"

The reaction at the scene was the same as that of Griffith.

"What is he doing?"

"He seems to be asking for help from an assistant?"

"If I remember correctly, the assistant for this operation is his intern, right?"

"He used this operation to train interns?"

"What was he thinking about?"

Mendes said flatly: "This guy never takes patients seriously."

"Me?" Griffith asked.

"Is there another Angorui here?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Griffith came to the position of the chief surgeon and took over the tool that Mo Mengchen held in his hand not long ago. This was the last step.

So far, the operation has not gone wrong.

Only one last step can make or break the difference.

It only took four hours, Griffith looked at the complex body structure, gritted his teeth, and started to do it.

Mo Mengchen didn't make it difficult for her, this was the easiest step, she just needed to use what she learned during the internship.

Even though it was so simple, Griffith seemed to be doing a hugely difficult task.

The last step was done with all my might.

Then, Mo Mengchen looked at the instrument next to him.

Heart rate is normal.

"Blood pressure is back up!" the nurse yelled.

"Leave the rest to you." Mo Mengchen turned around, gently took off the mask, and exhaled a foul breath.

People in the Lincoln conference room whispered.

"ended?"

"This is the end?"

"Didn't it say that this operation will take at least six hours to complete?"

"Is this over?"

The faces of the surgeons were stiff. Every doctor in the room could complete the operation within six hours—regardless of success or failure—it was considered a superb skill, but Mo Mengchen only took four hours.

"Is that the end?"

Mendes looked ugly: "I think so."

A middle-aged man who didn't look like a doctor, nor was he a high-ranking member of a hospital slowly got up and said, "Dor.Mo, you deserve your reputation."

Mo Mengchen was washing his hands, and when he finished washing his hands, he walked out of the sterile room and found Sievers outside.

"You sure don't like being surrounded by a bunch of people asking questions."

You really know me well.

"Do you have any good suggestions?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Sievers said flatly: "Leave now and come with me."

Mo Mengchen didn't have any reason to refuse. He left with Sievers, and the hospital staff searched for a long time. In the end, there was no speech, no summary, and no word. Go, as for this operation, it naturally ended in success.

(End of this chapter)