Chapter 187: Wish you unhappy thanksgiving

Not only did Mo Mengchen want to spit out the sandwich in his mouth, but now he had no appetite.
Ephraim's eyes were extremely eager.
To Mo Mengchen's anger, Medela took a bite on the sandwich while taking Ephraim's attention, and then threw the remaining large piece into the trash can.
you!
Mo Mengchen stared at his eyes.
Make you eccentric, eat it slowly!
Medela glared straight at her eyes.
Mo Mengchen's heart was full of turbulent waves, and his face was still like a lake without waves.
"Fortunately."
In order to prevent Ephraim from seeing it, Mo Mengchen chewed slowly and tasted slowly, if he could eat such unpleasant things, it was also a rare hardship.
He comforted himself so much.
But he also wanted to know, how did Ephraim make the sandwich bitter and bitter, but there was no sweetness and saltiness?
Did you get the seasoning wrong when you did it?
"really?"
Everyone knows Mo Mengchen's cooking skills, if he can give a "good" evaluation, it is really good.
Adrian is incredible, he wants to tell the truth now.
"Well, it can be made a little sweeter." Mo Mengchen put the sandwich down, "but I still can't eat more."
Eating regulations are just hanging!
Ephraim wanted to take it over, and Mo Mengchen hurriedly slipped an "inadvertently" hand, causing the sandwich to fall to the ground.
"Alas, it is a pity that it seems to be thrown away."
Acting full marks.
Mo Mengchen felt for the first time that he could try to be an actor, but he didn't know his talent for acting?
Seeing Mo Mengchen work so hard to maintain this good-faith lie, Medela no longer made trouble, sitting on the sofa and picking up today's schedule.
"Amel, what are you doing today?"
Mo Mengchen prepared the breakfast, but after being educated by Ephraim, he had no appetite now.
The most disgusting point for professional players is that whether you have an appetite or not, you have to eat, not to mention Mo Mengchen, who is in desperate need to gain weight.
NBA players are big intakes and big output. The energy they need to supply to the body every day is far more than ordinary people. Mo Mengchen is not the kind of person with a big appetite. If he wants to keep his weight unchanged during the season, if he rises slowly and slowly, the diet mix Especially important.
Every meal can't fall, this is no longer a problem of appetite or appetite.
Therefore, he needs something to distract.
Hearing his question, Ephraim took out the plan and said, "An hour later, Saint Lucifer had a patient who needed surgery, simple training in the afternoon, and evening...no arrangements."
Because I have to spend Thanksgiving at home at night.
"Amel, did you make arrangements for the evening?" Ephraim asked.
Medela had no other arrangements. After breaking up with her boyfriend, her focus on life was completely devoted to her work. She usually didn't go home except for Christmas.
"No."
"Dine together at night? The four of us are together." Ephraim proposed.
Medela noticed Mo Mengchen's reaction. He didn't show agreement or disagreement. It seemed that he didn't care about it.
"Okay." Medela agreed.
Mo Mengchen heard their conversation, he really did not care about this matter, he now just wants to force himself to finish this breakfast, and then go to the hospital to work.
There will be work on Thanksgiving. How many more diligent traversers like him?
There is no way not to work, who called him now the overall evaluation is so low.
It is difficult to improve quickly by training alone.
After breakfast, Mo Mengchen and Ephraim made a simple division of labor.
Ephraim prepares for the Thanksgiving dinner in the evening. Mo Mengchen will come back to cook early. As for the event, they have no special arrangements. If there is an arrangement, it is to watch a movie together, as long as it is not a tragedy.
"Boss, this matter will be revealed sooner or later."
Medela did not know why such a shrewd person like Mo Mengchen would not let Ephraim know how bad her cooking was.
"How do you reveal the stuff?"
"She just knows how bad it is to eat a bite."
Mo Mengchen looked at the street and said, "Everyone's taste is different. She finds it unpalatable and I find it delicious."
"Do you really feel delicious?"
"do not think so."
"then you..."
"That's why your boyfriend will mess with your best friend, you are not romantic at all."
Medela braked quickly: "Do you think this is why he betrayed me?"
"No, but I believe this is one of the reasons." Mo Mengchen smiled, "You are so angry, so you have thought about it too?"
Medela's mouth was mad, turned her head to the side and continued driving.
"Look at the road carefully."
"You don't need to say!"
This woman's menopause really came early, so pitiful, she is so young...
Mo Mengchen was very emotional.
Saint Lucifer
"See you at night, not romantic lady." Mo Mengchen waved at Medela.
Medela didn't even say goodbye, and drove away.
Mo Mengchen carried a dozen gift boxes in his hand and entered the hospital with great fanfare.
There are not many colleagues who are worthy of giving gifts, and Mo Mengchen is not a communicator. He will find those who are worthy of giving gifts.
"Isn't this Dr. Mo, Happy Thanksgiving."
Gary looked up and down at Mo Mengchen and Keel saw the gift box in his hand: "Is there any gift for me?"
"Sorry, I don't think it is necessary to give you a gift. Goodbye, I wish you unhappy Thanksgiving." Mo Mengchen passed by with a smile.
Throughout the emergency department, Mo Mengchen only had a relationship with a doctor.
Robinson Nick, a doctor in the emergency department, is the only one of these emergency department doctors who is likely to enter surgery.
The other levels are, in the words of Mo Mengchen-don't come to surgery at this level.
If it is not the face of colleagues, Mo Mengchen even wants them to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department, what is the emergency department? Where a critical moment saves a life, in this place, the gang of mediocrities has more opportunities to kill people indirectly.
"Happy holidays, Robinson." Mo Mengchen gave him one of the gift boxes marked with his name.
Nick laughed: "I hope it's not a Pistons season ticket. I'm not interested in basketball. I'm a Lions fan."
"Relax, I won't give the precious season ticket to the NFL heretics." Mo Mengchen glanced at his patient.
This is a little girl in her tens.
Mo Mengchen asked: "What's going on?"
"It's unclear that she was in a deep coma when she sent it. According to the family, she was dizzy and nauseous after eating a bag of cheese puffs, and then she should not breathe."
"Food poisoning?"
"No."
Nick was also anxious; "Now we don't know where the problem is."
Mo Mengchen recalled carefully.
Decades of medical practice in the past life, how wonderful patients have seen, sometimes life is really fragile.
Unconsciousness, poor breathing, not food poisoning, no accidental injuries...
"What about her family?" Mo Mengchen asked.
Nick's eyes turned to the family area outside the emergency department.
In the emergency department, many doctors in the emergency department have come over this critical patient. They have put forward various ideas.
Mo Mengchen stepped forward: "Hello, I am the doctor here."
"Dor.Mo?"
The middle-aged woman said in surprise.
"It's me. Are you the mother of Morari Jackson?"
"Yes, is Morali alright? How is she doing?"
Mo Mengchen said seriously: "Her situation is very bad, we don't know where the problem is, so for now you need to think carefully, did she do something special before she was comatose, or did some things happen? Minor accidents, even those that seem to be no big deal."
Morali's mother recalled carefully.
Suddenly, Morali's mother said: "Before that, she and the neighbor's children made a lot of trouble..."
"Are there any specific details?"
"No, I'm not present, I just heard the movement!"
"Thank you."
Mo Mengchen hurried back.
No evidence, no reason, just a guess, from intuition, from experience.
There was such a case in the hospital where Mo Mengchen was living in the past. The 8-year-old girl was comatose after eating stinky tofu and was not breathing well. There was no reason to enter the hospital. The life that has not yet blossomed passed away in the hospital. After an autopsy, I want to know the true cause of death.
The results showed that: intracranial contusion and laceration caused death.
The girl did not fight or wrestle... her family thought of a terrible scene. Before that, it was probably because the girl was disobedient and her mother patted her head.
A seemingly ordinary scene took a life and destroyed a family.
Now, the same thing seems to happen again.
Mo Mengchen was not sure. This was just an inference from him. He was not a doctor in the emergency department and could only provide advice.
Kiel opposed his proposal on the grounds that there was not enough time. If Mo Mengchen was wrong, the girl missed the best time for treatment.
In the end, Robinson Nick took the risk and accepted Mo Mengchen's suggestion. This was his patient, and he had the right to make a decision.
The girl's inspection was expedited.
Mo Mengchen waited outside the inspection room.
After an hour, Nick flew out and screamed: "Doctor Mo, you are right!"
Kiel didn't want to laugh~EbookFREE.me~ He didn't know that he should be happy for the patient's rescue, but he was angry that Mo Menchen once again made him shame.
Mo Mengchen was sincerely happy to see his face that couldn't smile or get angry.
"It seems that my wish has been fulfilled, and you have a very unhappy Thanksgiving."
Mo Mengchen smiled and picked up the gift: "Missed."
The only privileged doctor at Saint Lucifer Hospital walked arrogantly past the head of the emergency department.
This is why Kiel hates him.
Also a doctor, why do he have so many privileges?
But he also had to admit that this man does have capabilities far above everyone else.
Stupid god, they always give talent to the nasty asshole!