You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 851 Ignorance equals beauty?

Abdominal pain, constipation, yellow complexion, jaundice
If you have these characteristics at the same time, you may have pancreatic cancer.

In the early stage of pancreatic cancer, there will be no obvious symptoms except for mild abdominal pain. Therefore, many patients will go to the hospital for examination at the advanced stage, but at that time, there is no cure.

On the way home, Mo Mengchen kept thinking about this matter.

If his judgment is correct and Curry's mother really suffered from pancreatic cancer, it must have happened at least half a year ago. How far can the cancer develop in half a year?

He is a doctor, he knows better than anyone what can happen in half a year.

Back home, Mo Mengchen had been waiting for Hill's call.

Ephraim managed to put the eldest daughter to sleep, and Hill's phone call woke up Loria from her sleep, followed by piercing howls.

"Whose phone?" Ephraim asked displeased.

"Hospital." Mo Mengchen dealt with it casually, and then asked, "How is it?"

"Eddie doesn't know the answers to the questions you make me ask, he doesn't know anything."

"What else can this pig do except eat and sleep every day!"

Mo Mengchen was furious, and really calmed down Luo Liya, and the crying of the baby disappeared miraculously.

Ephraim looked at Mo Mengchen in amazement. She didn't expect to get angry so useful. She always wanted to portray herself as a gentle and virtuous mother, but now it seems that getting angry can calm the child down more?

"You will be an irritable and angry father from now on." Ephraim laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Mo Mengchen said helplessly.

"It's okay, I don't care," Hill said on the phone.

"Who the hell told you that!" Mo Mengchen ruthlessly hung up the phone.

"Why is this man like this?"

On the other end of the phone, Hill was facing the phone inexplicably, holding a few brand new photos in his hand: "Although I didn't ask anything, I got the photos."

Patients suffering from pancreatic cancer will experience symptoms of loss of appetite in the middle and late stages, and in the most severe cases, their weight will drop significantly within a week.

This is also the reason why Mo Mengchen asked Hill to get recent photos, and the photos are also one of the basis.

Since Hill couldn't speak clearly, he could only wait until tomorrow to hand over the photo to Mo Mengchen.

That night, Mo Mengchen kept rolling on the bed, trying to fall asleep, but couldn't. All he could think about was this matter.

If he wasn't a doctor, maybe he wouldn't have so many troubles.

"Anything on your mind?"

If anyone could share this, it would be Ephraim.

"You know Eddie Curry?"

"Didn't he go to Grant's house to help at Thanksgiving?"

"Yes." Mo Mengchen said, "At the end of the game tonight, I saw his mother."

"How is she?"

"very good."

Good ones are haunting, good ones are keeping me awake at night right now.

"Does this have anything to do with Eddie's mother?" Ephraim asked.

"I don't have any evidence." Mo Mengchen said, "I just suspect that she is ill, a very serious illness, but this is just my guess based on some signs."

Ephraim said, "But you're getting more and more sure, so you can't sleep, can you?"

This is what those who know me say I am worried.

"Yes." Mo Mengchen said, "Whether she is sick or not, she should have a detailed examination now."

"This matter shouldn't be difficult for you." Ephraim said, "New Year's Day will be in a few days, St. Lucifer's Hospital is the most famous hospital in Detroit, and you are a doctor at St. Lucifer's Hospital. Actually, shouldn’t you organize some activities? For example, invite some elderly middle-aged people to do free inspections.”

"Maybe the hospital can give you a few places, and then you'll have a reason to ask Eddie's mother for a full checkup."

Mo Mengchen found out that this method is actually feasible.

"Looks like we can have a good night's sleep."

"Just to sleep?" Ephraim gently rubbed her chest against Mo Mengchen's fiery biceps.

Mo Mengchen turned over slightly, and kissed Ephraim lightly, "You know what. Hmm."

Ephraim's kiss back made him realize that there would be no good tonight.

This will be a war as fierce as the Christmas War.

If you want to ask Mo Mengchen whether this war is more costly, or tonight's game is more important, then he can only take the risk of seriously offending Kidd and say: There is no doubt that this large-scale and extremely long-lasting bed war .

The next day, Mo Mengchen rarely fell asleep at eight o'clock.

If Adrian hadn't come to the dormitory and kept knocking on the bowl with a knife and fork, he might have slept more deeply.

"Doctor Mo, it's really rare for you to stay in bed!" Adrian asked, "Say, what did you do last night?"

Mo Mengchen didn't answer the boy who was about to enter puberty. He sat up from the bed and saw Adrian standing in front of his bed, fully dressed, he knew he had overslept.

After that, he got up quickly, washed and dressed, took the breakfast prepared by Ephraim, and went directly to the parking lot and drove to the hospital.

There are still five days before the New Year, and that matter needs to be prepared early.

saint lucifer
"Morning, Doctor Mo!"

"Good morning, Dr. Mo."

"Doctor Mo, can I have an autograph?"

Mo Mengchen frowned coldly, just like in the past, colleagues have gotten used to it.

In Sievers' office, the old dean Martin Pinger was discussing work with her. Mo Mengchen knocked on the door and opened the door after receiving a "please come in".

Seeing Mo Mengchen, Pinger was pleasantly surprised: "I thought you had already resigned."

"Why do you say that?"

"How can someone who hasn't come to work for ten days still ask such a question?" Sievers said unkindly.

"The game is busy."

"I think the restaurant is busy, do you still know how to hold a scalpel?" Sievers used harsh words to vent the pain of long-lost lovesickness, "I'm really worried that you are cooking with the patient's body in the operating room. "

Pinger quickly interrupted Sievers' sarcasm, got up and said, "Mo, you came just in time. I have a patient here, and he called you for surgery."

"Who?" Those who are capable of naming him for surgery will not be ordinary people, but he has met too many big people over the years, unless it is the head of a country, his mood will not fluctuate too much.

Pinger said: "The original investor of the hospital, he had a tumor and needed an outstanding doctor to operate on him, and he immediately thought of you."

If I have a terminal illness, I will also think of God first.

"You should know that the patient has no choice, the choice is mine." Mo Mengchen paused.

"You haven't come to work for ten days!" Sievers was about to bring up the matter again.

"I can operate on him." Mo Mengchen said, "but I have other conditions."

When Mo Mengchen said his plan, Sievers and Pingge both showed puzzled looks.

"To celebrate the New Year, give fifty middle-aged people a comprehensive physical examination for free?"

"You want ten places?"

Both Sievers and Pinger knew that Mo Mengchen's family had no elders alive, so he definitely didn't want the quota for himself.

It was a no-brainer request for St. Lucifer.

"No problem!" Pinger agreed on the spot.

"Don't you need a dozen meetings to decide?"

"of course."

"It doesn't need the consent of various departments."

"Mo"

"Don't you guys like to follow the procedure?"

"Stop making fun of me." Pinger smiled, "That's it."

After all, Pinger wanted to pat Mo Mengchen on the shoulder to show his friendliness, but Mo Mengchen was keenly aware that he hadn't washed his hands for a long time, and instinctively avoided his kindness.

The old dean was quite embarrassed, and Sievers couldn't help laughing.

After Pinger left, Sievers said, "Martin definitely washes his hands more often than you. Why did you do that to him?"

"Conditional reflex." Mo Mengchen glanced at the office, because of his years of "reminders" / rather stings, Sievers' office is extremely clean, and the layout is very refreshing, without any unnecessary things.

Sievers said, "That's what you're here for today, isn't it?"

I smell a trap.

"No." Mo Mengchen said, "I just want to see you, this matter is by the way."

If the truth was told, Mo Mengchen wouldn't want to see Sievers show any kindness to him today.

He didn't come to work for ten days, leaving Sievers and Monica alone, and it was unreasonable that he came to the hospital after a long absence for other things.

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Sievers' face softened a lot: "Since you want to see me, why don't you come to work for ten days?"

"I got stuck with other things." Mo Mengchen said.

"Then do you have time today?"

"There is training in the afternoon." Mo Mengchen could see her thoughts at a glance, "Let's have dinner together later, I just want to see Monica too."

"It's more or less the same." Sievers' mood suddenly improved.

After meeting Monica, Mo Mengchen made lunch at Sievers' house.

In the afternoon, he went to the Henry Ford Training Center on time. After seeing the photo in Hill's hand, he was a little more certain, but no matter how certain he was, he still needed to go through an inspection to confirm it.

Mo Mengchen asked Hill to announce the news on his behalf.

"St. Lucifer has the best facilities, and there is no hidden disease in St. Lucifer. No matter whether you are on the list or not, I hope you can take your family members for a comprehensive checkup on New Year's Day."

"Eddie, remember to take Mom for a check-up." Hill said with a smile, "Mo will treat you well."

Curry saw the selection certificate in his hand, although it was a bit strange, he nodded in agreement.

At this point, the matter is over.

Only Mo Mengchen and Hill knew the secret.

"Looking at him, I know how lucky ignorance is." Hill said with emotion.

Ignorance is luck?The corner of Mo Mengchen's mouth slanted slightly, he didn't know whether he was laughing at Hill's short-sightedness or a helpless wry smile.

When a thunderbolt suddenly strikes, what difference does it make if you know it early or know it later?

(End of this chapter)