"Good morning, Dr. Mo."

I don’t know when it started, but Ephraim would encounter Momonchen every time he went out.

"Good morning."

Mo Mengchen also said hello to her.

Following Adrian next to Ephraim, he went to elementary school nearby.

"Doctor Mo, I watched your game. You feel so good, why don't you take more shots?" Adrian asked softly with a little bit of childish innocence and innate desire for knowledge.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Because I need to make my teammates feel good too."

"Believe me, sometimes I should be more decisive. My sister's shooting is better than Grant Hill!" Adrian said confidently.

Ephraim quickly covered his brother's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense...Doctor Mo, that, he is ignorant..."

"Actually, he was right." Mo Mengchen rarely met a confidant, even though he was less than 10 years old.

Ephraim never dreamed that Momonchen would recognize Adrian's childhood opinion.

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

"Goodbye, Dr. Mo."

She left in a hurry, maybe because she was worried that Adrian would say something inappropriate, or maybe because she was afraid of being embarrassed in front of her...

Mo Mengchen had many assumptions in his mind, but he was not proactive because it was not the time yet.

On the side of the road, Aaron Bennett drove Momonchen to St. Lucifer Hospital.

Amire Medela was in the car too.

She briefly said about today's arrangement: "The operation of Solomon Dura in the morning is the most important thing today."

“End afternoon training, evening…”

Mo Mengchen remembered that there was no competition at night: "Buy a few movie tickets."

Movie ticket? Medela always thought that her boss was a weirdo who was not in the world, and that the low-level fun of watching movies should not appear on him.

Now it seems that she was wrong.

At least in the next fifty years, the low-level fun of watching movies will be appreciated by both the elite and the masses.

"Do you need me to sit next to you?" Medela asked.

"I don't need a breast enlargement version of Rachel McAdams vented around me to spread bacteria, so, thank you, no."

"Well..."

Who is Rachel McAdams?

St. Lucifer Hospital

"Just stop here."

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

They wanted to get a signature. Seeing 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 signature to your home."

"I'm going to work now. There is a surgery waiting for me. Please give it up."

Even though Mo Mengchen was full of disgust for this group of fanatical fans, he had to show an expression that was even more excited than his mother's election as the head of state.

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

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

"Thanks."

When Mo Mengchen walked into the hospital, he felt very familiar.

This is always the case.

This is how every day of my previous life began.

When he walked into the hospital, everyone looked at each other. The surgeon was resentful because he always ridiculed their medical skills. The nurse was fearful because he was the most mean attending doctor. Any nurse who made mistakes on his operating table would be scolded and cried. The interns were full of longing because most of them were not qualified to follow Mo Mengchen. If they were really following him, they would know how ridiculous this vision was; the only one with a kind look was the patient, because they knew that this hated and feared man could save their lives.

Mo Mengchen has been a doctor all his life. He doesn't think he is too great. He just works hard to do his job well and try not to kill people on the operating table.

Doctors with murder licenses make mistakes, once they make mistakes, it is just a mistake for them, but for the patient it is a one-way ticket with no return.

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

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

For him, it was a sacred ceremony.

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

Not at all.

Mo Mengchen was ready for the operation and he was the last doctor to come to the operating room.

Lao Dura's relatives were waiting outside.

Before entering the operating room, Momonchen saw Tetek Dura.

"Didn't your doctor come with you?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"Sorry...I shouldn't..."

Before he could finish his words, Mo Mengchen made a silence: "If your father can come out of the operating room alive, you can apologize to him again. Thank you for your blessing, he almost died on the operating table."

"A good kid like you, I'll cum on your mother's face."

As soon as Mo Mengchen finished speaking, everyone's faces changed, including Noah Siphus.

"You! You!"

Mo Mengchen ignored the anger and horror of others and turned to the operating room.

In the operating room, there are assistants, nurses, and helpers who operate various machinery. There are about a dozen people, and there are two people who are on standby at any time to deal with emergencies.

"From now on, focus, and if you want to kill him, you can relax, and a slight negligence can make this almost dead guy go to see God."

“Is there any problem?”

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

"Let's get started."

"Suck!"

"hurry up!"

His words never stopped. In the entire operating room, except for the sound of machines, they were his voice. The two sounds rippled back and forth, converging into a tense song.

The experienced assistant was extremely nervous under his oppression, fearing that he would be scolded if he didn't handle any details well.

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

Dura's family was waiting outside the operating room.

More than four hours later,

The door to the operating room slowly opened.

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

"Doctor Mo, how is the situation?"

"The operation was very successful." Mo Mengchen said, and Xiao Dura suddenly held his hand and thanked him.

There were many emotions on Tetek Dura's face, happy or angry, and a little regretful, as if she had lost something permanently.

"He has not yet recovered his consciousness and is very weak. He needs to stay in the hospital for a few days and try not to disturb him."

After saying this, Mo Mengchen walked away.

Today, this operation was the most difficult one he had ever encountered since he traveled through time.

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

But Mo Mengchen in this life is the world's number one doctor with the highest evaluation. His skills and his experience in his previous life have made him a thorn in the eyes of the god of death. Even such a difficult operation still did not stump him.

His success rate of surgery is still 100%.

"Mo, do you have to make the words so ugly?"

Mo Mengchen was washing his hands, and Siphus suddenly walked in.

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

"What's wrong?" Sivers felt that what he said to Tetrak Dura before the operation was too much.

Mo Mengchen said: "It means that pathogens like you, which are full of bacteria, should not come in."

"Why can't you speak well?"

"This is my truth."

Sivers asked, "Did Tateke Dura slouch you before? That's why you treat him like that?"
To be continued...