You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 313 You can't do it, I can do it!
Chapter 312 You can't do it, I can do it!

"Why so slow?"

Three or ten minutes before the operation, Mo Mengchen arrived at the gate of Saint Lucifer.

Who provoked this angry face?
"I'm just an assistant today, so I just need to be there, isn't it?" Mo Mengchen asked back.

Sievers took a few steps and suddenly asked, "Are you sure?"

"Which thing are you referring to?"

"Operation."

"Which operation?"

"Don't make trouble."

I didn't mess with you.

Mo Mengchen said: "If you're asking about Scorpio, I'm not sure, because I'm not the surgeon. If you're asking about mitral valve replacement, I'm pretty sure."

Although Sievers was angry, he also understood the meaning of this sentence.

It couldn't have been more obvious than implied.

"How do you know it's bound to fail?"

"Your sentence is too strange. I didn't say it will fail."

Mo Mengchen talked nonsense all the way to surgery.

"If Scorpio succeeds, Tefdanla will be brought back from the dead, and, besides, that bitch will definitely make things difficult for me," Sievers said. "It will be difficult for us to come to an agreement with them."

Mo Mengchen knew exactly what this meant.

Yawei's pursuit of Sievers was not a matter of a day or two. His enthusiasm and roses did not melt the iceberg of Sievers.

Those vain flames made this cold iceberg stronger, and Scorpio was his last weapon.

As long as the Scorpio experiment is successful, all major hospitals will come to the door, and Tefdanla's plight will naturally be resolved. St. Lucifer, who claims to "have the most advanced medical equipment in the world", will also put his hot face on it. But in this case, the situation is completely different.

As the general manager of the hospital, Sievers will naturally have to negotiate with Yavi.

At that time, how many harsh demands will Yawei, who holds the initiative, put forward?
Mo Mengchen went to the sterile room to wash his hands and change clothes.

He washed his hands back and forth many times.

After a while, the nominal partner, the rare chief surgeon who can have Mo Mengchen as an assistant, San Jose's leading doctor, Robert Mendes, came over.

"You claim to be a 100% doctor, so do you think this operation can be successful tonight?" Mendes asked.

I don't think so, at least not in your hands.

"Although I didn't hear any connection between these two things, I still hope that the operation can be successful. Life is more important than fame, wealth and everything." Mo Mengchen said lightly.

"Stop preaching to me, young man." Mendes sneered, "You should know how you got your 100% title, pick some simple operations, pick some strong patients, you have privileges, this man Everyone knows that those poor people who are seriously ill will never get your mercy, because you can't save them, you are just a liar!"

"That's why I'm here to be your assistant." Mo Mengchen said "ashamedly": "Who told you that you, a big conscience in the medical field, have no one to care about, and you can only rely on me, a liar for fame, to attract attention."

Mendes snorted softly: "Just wait and see, Scorpio will take away every patient in the heart surgery department of St. Lucifer Hospital!"

I will wait and see.

"That's true, and if they can really get the best care, I'm really happy for them."

The two put on surgical gowns, raised their hands upright, separated their five fingers, and entered the operating room.

The nurse came over and helped them put on the surgical gowns.

"Isn't it the chief knife?"

Although this incident was full of uproar, Simas didn't pay much attention to it. He came to watch voluntarily because he heard that Mo Mengchen had participated in the operation.

He originally thought that Mo Mengchen was the chief surgeon. After all, his reputation is too great. If he wasn't used for publicity, how could there be so many people paying attention to this operation?

Would those mindless fans care about a surgery they might never have anything to do with?

"I heard that it is to show the universality of Scorpio." A person next to him said, "The selling point of Scorpio is that any surgeon can master it as long as he is proficient, and does not require fine skills. Let Mo participate in it to ensure that the operation is foolproof."

Simas was taken aback.

Foolproof?
Why did he suddenly feel that there must be a "miss" in today's operation?

"Everyone is here, we can start." Pinger informed the operating room.

"So, now for Scorpio mitral valve surgery."

Mendez makes a tiny incision, and the surgery begins.

Mo Mengchen stood beside him. He had never seen this kind of surgery before. Moreover, if such a good machine could really work, why didn't it become popular in his era?

Is it because his arrival has severely frustrated Tefudanla and made the company work hard to develop this instrument?

No way?
It's only 1997 now.

In 2019, when Mo Mengchen was in his previous life, no such instrument appeared.

He doesn't believe it.

"Actually, you don't need any assistants."

Looking at Mendez's technique, Mo Mengchen was convinced that he must have practiced many times in private, and such proficiency was impossible without hundreds of simulations.

"That's right, if you need it, you can go outside to drink some water, maybe when you come back, the operation will be over."

The mask made Mo Mengchen only see Mendez's eyes, but he could see the smile on his face through these eyes.

That's the smile of a winner.

The quasi-winners who have not yet won have shown a smile that symbolizes victory.

However, you only win if you have the last laugh.

"Thank you, as I said, I want to witness a great medical event, and I don't want to miss the next exciting event just because of a glass of water."

Mo Mengchen's eyes were also showing a smile, and there was no trace of frustration in his words.

Simas saw Mo Mengchen's expression through the broadcast on the big screen. Although the camera was separated by several meters, he was able to recall some things through the communication between the two, combined with his eyes.

It was just four or five years ago, not too long ago. Many people think that they can remember it when they think about it, but it is not.

Sometimes the past is a scene captured with a camera in hand; A love that came gracefully in that silent century, the story is so touching, untouchable, and everything is specious.Other times, the past is just still images borrowed from memory.

How did Mo Mengchen get promoted to Mayo Medical Center so quickly?
In an operation accident that turned the tide, he took over the job of the chief surgeon and took the patient back from death.

Simas was a witness to that operation.

At that time, Mo Mengchen had this look.

Something is about to happen.Simas thought.

"Scorpio."

Only half an hour after the operation, all the steps have been completed, Mendes said proudly.

Everyone in the venue opened their eyes wide to see what this revolutionary medical tool, which has been publicized for several months, looks like.

As a result, its looks are disappointingly mediocre.

crucial moment.

Scorpius was inserted into the apex, and Mendes looked up at the X-ray on the side, where he could clearly see Scorpio entering the body.

He pushed forward slowly.

"Scorpio is about to reach the mitral valve!" The nurse reminded me.

The Scorpio reaches the mitral valve, Mendez presses the trigger like a gun, and then, slowly draws the Scorpio.

As if declaring victory, he held the Scorpio in his right hand and spread out his left hand: "This is the end, the operation was successful!"

"This will be the beginning of a new era. Behind this surgery is the hope of millions of patients!" Mendes said excitedly.

Mo Mengchen didn't look at him, but looked at the internal situation reflected on the X-ray.

Mendes walked to the camera and said: "I declare that the operation was successful!"

Sievers wanted to face the camera with the best smile in the world. He couldn't keep his eyes open as he slowly stood up and prepared to give his victory speech.

He clapped his hands, and some doctors who believed in Scorpio followed suit, and then led others.

The Washington Auditorium belonging to St. Lucifer Hospital was applauded like thunder at the moment, but it was for other medical equipment.

"Good applause, it's perfect for seeing off an old man who dedicated his life to medicine."

Although the voice of spoiling the fun will be late, it will never be absent.

His voice was loud, facing the camera, and everyone in the operating room and Washington Auditorium heard it.

Mendes laughed. "Are you crazy? What do you think you're talking about?"

Mo Mengchen said pitifully: "This poor old man is going to die soon."

"It should be said that you are well prepared, but Scorpio is not universal, and most patients will have reactions like Elizabeth's." Mo Mengchen asked with a smile, "Do you still remember how many times I asked you to look at the X-ray photos?"

"It seems that you are not obedient."

"The structure of the human body is very complex, which cannot be offset by a machine."

Suddenly, the nurse yelled: "Blood pressure lowered!"

"Heart rate is reduced!"

"Sure enough, it's bleeding." Mo Mengchen said, "You did a good job, Scorpio, no, you, the one holding the Scorpio, did a good job."

Mendez felt cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his face lost color. It's a pity that he was wearing a mask, otherwise it would have been wonderful.

"How could it fail?" Mendes yelled. "My surgery was flawless!"

"I don't have time to listen to your complaints, the loser leaves, you know?"

Mo Mengchen said: "Scalpel!"

"No! His physical strength cannot support a complete operation!" Mendes yelled.

"It doesn't take much time to help you clean up the mess. If you can't do it, I can do it. This is the difference between you and me, and this is the difference between San Lucifer and San Jose." Mo Mengchen walked to his side and suddenly shouted: " Don't stand in the way!"

Trembling all over, Mendes voluntarily stepped aside.

Inside Washington Hall
Yavi's face turned pale.

What Mo Mengchen said just now was enough to destroy Tefdanla.

"Scorpio patients are not universal."

"The vast majority of patients may have such problems."

Finished!

He sat down grimly.

This is Scorpio's failure, but it is also Mo Mengchen's success.

He saved a failed operation and brought back a patient who was almost dead.

It only took two hours.

"Blood pressure rises!"

"The heart rate returned to normal!"

Mo Mengchen put down the tools and said, "I will leave the rest of the finishing work to you."

He turned and looked at the dull Mendez.

Mo Mengchen walked out of the operating room as if he hadn't seen him, and took off his gloves.

His direction was the Washington Synagogue.

There are many people, and many questions, waiting for him.

This will be the blow that will destroy Tefdanla.

Die, Yavi Tevdhanla!

When Mo Mengchen appeared, the reporters on the scene were ready.

Cameras, photography, and microphones all rushed forward.

"Ethan, what happened at the end of the operation?"

"How is the patient?"

"Did Scorpio fail?"

"Can you tell me the details of the surgery?"

"Take your time, I will answer all the questions." Mo Mengchen looked at Yawei who was sitting in the corner, and there was still some hope in his eyes.

Wish I had a good word for you?

When did it rain red in the sky?

"After Scorpio's mitral valve surgery, the patient's body had problems. Her abdominal bleeding was severe, but there was no problem with the mitral valve. This shows that Scorpio does have some redeeming qualities."

Yawei sat up straight in surprise.

"However, there is a mistake in the propaganda of Scorpio. Not every doctor can master it. If you are not careful, the situation like today will appear. At that time, you will need a doctor like me to clean up the mess. Unfortunately, there is only one me in the world." " Mo Mengchen said with a smile, "Personally, I am willing to spend a thousand dollars to buy the patent of Scorpio. I wonder if Mr. Tefdanla will agree?"

Mo Mengchen turned his gaze to Yawei.

Yawei's face was full of anger and humiliation, as well as endless despair.

It's all over!

(End of this chapter)