"One more drink!"

The waiter was already numb, and the woman drank at least three pounds of vodka.

Isn't she afraid of death?

Why would Dor.Mo drink with this crazy woman? Although he said it was because of the team's failure, through the words he heard from afar, he seemed to be drinking with this crazy woman.

Don't Dor.Mo have a girlfriend? This is...

The waiter could easily come up with a seemingly impeccable story, and he was already thinking about how to exchange it for cash.

"Why should I treat me like this like this with such a beautiful, cute and hard-working person? I wholeheartedly do it for him, but in the end he got along with my best friend! He actually asked me to join them, and said that this is a brand new beginning, which is definitely the most bastard thing I have ever heard in my life!"

Medela's chin was pressed against the table and put a cup containing half a cup of vodka on her face, as if someone was trying to steal her wine.

"What's the point of drinking like this?"

Mo Mengchen couldn't stand it anymore. She seemed to be trying to use alcohol to kill herself. If she really thought so, she would probably be disappointed. Although drunkenness is a dangerous thing, the chance of sudden death due to drunkenness is relatively low.

First of all, he wouldn't watch Medela himself have any accidents.

"It can prevent me from thinking about these things."

Medela raised the cup with only half a glass of wine and said, "Don't you want to drink a little? You have worked hard for five months and lost only the last 5 seconds. Wouldn't you be regretful?"

"Yes." Mo Mengchen admitted.

"Then why don't you drink? Alcohol can really make a lot of things go away, like pain."

After saying that, Medela drank the remaining wine.

"Because I am not like you, and have no premonition about what is about to happen." Mo Mengchen said, "I always have the greatest hope, do my best, and plan the worst."

“Is there anything wrong with optimism?”

Medela lay on the table without any image: "I treat everyone sincerely, I hope all of them live well, I have good rules for the future, I plan to get married around 25."

Fortunately, she is not 22 years old, otherwise she would have to prepare for divorce procedures while taking care of her children.

Mo Mengchen thought.

“There is nothing wrong with optimism.”

"There is a mistake to optimism without considering the worst outcome."

Mo Mengchen wanted to educate her for a while, but she fell asleep on the table.

She looked like she had lost consciousness and her breathing was louder than the sound of a motorcycle. Is this really a woman? Or a woman who looked like Rachel McAdams?

You have ruined all the sweet image of the goddess?

Mo Mengchen gently pinched the trigeminal nerve and shouted: "Pay!"

After paying the bill, Mo Mengchen wanted to wake up Medela.

She only woke up 10%, and 90% of her consciousness was gone.

"Do you want to take me home? Don't take me home, I don't want to go home anymore..." Medela said in Momonchen's ear.

Mo Mengchen thought about it again and again, and finally, he carried Medela on his back and left the bar under the waiter's hot eyes.

"Such a beautiful woman was obtained by Dor.Mo." The waiter sighed.

A waitress said: "If you are a handsome Asian with big eyes, a skilled doctor, and a promising NBA player, you can do it too."

"No, I can do it as long as I earn one million yuan a year like him." The waiter said realistically.

Mo Mengchen drank two glasses of wine, and hesitated to the car door with Medela on his back.

It is only one kilometer away from Galritton Apartment. There are no traffic lights along the way. There will be no police at this time, so it should be nothing.

What if?

Mo Mengchen didn't want to get a reputation as a drunk driving, but Detroit is one of the top six crime cities in the United States, although the crime rate in this neighborhood is relatively low.

But what if?

You are not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of what to do.

Mo Mengchen opened the trunk and took out a short and concise scalpel from the medical box.

He finally decided not to drive.

Wearing a scalpel is for self-defense. This scalpel is usually used to cut steaks. If you really have to do something, he can also instantly separate the criminal's carotid artery in the shortest time.

Every doctor is a dangerous killer because they know which part can be fatal.

The scalpel on Mo Mengchen's body ended up not useful, and he returned to Galritton's apartment safely.

"Why, it's so late?"

"Who is this beautiful lady?"

"Can you and Ephraim have already blown?"

"No way?"

These old men with yellow teeth were teasing Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen was too lazy to explain, so he said good night and went upstairs.

It was already late at night. Mo Mengchen looked at 280's room. There was no light. Ephraim and Adrian were already asleep.

Mo Mengchen opened his room, closed the door, locked it, and looked like a gangster who was preparing to commit an offense.

He carried Medela to the never-used guest room - how could he sleep in the guest room after 250 in Ephraim? - Turn on the lights in the house and took a few random shots. Fortunately, there was no dust.

Mo Mengchen put Medela down.

"Um..."

Mo Mengchen heard a sound from Medela's throat, and then - Damn! No! - Mo Mengchen flashed to the side like he avoided his opponent's steal, and a stinky liquid that was difficult to enter his nose was sprayed out of Medela's mouth.

It spilled all over the floor, as if reminding Mo Mengchen that the house needs to be cleaned inside and out.

"Damn it! I said don't drink that much!"

Mo Mengchen roared.

After spitting out, Medela looked intoxicated, and Mo Mengchen scolded her for not even hearing a syllable.

What else could Mo Mengchen say? He raised his foot and didn't want to get liquid on the ground even if he jumped down from the stairs.

He changed his body's chemical protective suit - really, it was a chemical protective suit, as well as rain boots, brooms and mops, plus a bucket of water and a whole bottle of detergent, and he was about to clean the house.

Go to death if you sleep or anything else!

Mo Mengchen worked hard for an entire hour, and the house finally returned to its original state.

There is no smell of stench, and there is still a rare freshness in the air. Sometimes happiness is so simple.

Mo Mengchen was about to sit down and enjoy it.

"Um~~"

The sound made his anus tighten. He jumped up from the chair in an instant, took out the bag he had prepared long ago, opened it, and looked at Medela's bedside.

"Vomit~~!"

"Huh, it's okay, it's okay."

Mo Mengchen said with gratitude.

This time she seemed to finally fall asleep.

Mo Mengchen felt very hot after sweating - nonsense, wearing chemical protective clothing and rain boots on such a hot day? Who is hot if you don't? - He walked outside the house and just closed the door, and then heard a "vomit" inside and dripping sound of falling into the water.

"I'm hallucinating, she didn't vomit, she's finished vomiting."

Mo Mengchen muttered.

Even this door blocked cannot prevent the foul smell from floating outwards.

Mo Mengchen opened the door with grief and anger. Sure enough, the floor that had just been washed for a while was in a mess again.

"What should I do? I really want to strangle her to death." Mo Mengchen thought.

It must have been ruined tonight.

The next day

Mo Mengchen didn't go to bed until three in the morning.

Because he was worried that Medela would vomit again while he was sleeping, he got up three or four times back and forth, and in the end he might only sleep for two hours.

He is not sleepy, not at all.

This highly nervous mood last time happened to him, which was the first time he had been in the surgery as a chief surgeon.

He succeeded that surgery, and it was also the best start of his career as a good doctor, just like Michael Carter Williams' debut.

Of course, his development is much better than that of McAve.

Half past six
To be continued...