Javier failed to find Noah Siphus at St. Lucifer Hospital because it was too late at that time, even if Siphus was a workaholic, it was a game. Unfortunately, she did not regard the hospital as the leader.

After finding out the situation, Yavi regretted his recklessness. He found an intern and stepped forward and said, "Doctor, I'm dizzy."

For Momonchen, Javi Tefdanra was just a Luther who was not worthy of sympathy, and he didn't even need to worry about it. He played with his teammates in the nightclub until three o'clock in the morning.

Detroit is dangerous at 3 a.m.

Mo Mengchen was dressed very warmly, facing the low temperature below zero, he walked on the street, trying to stop a taxi because he was drinking and could not drive.

He waited at the intersection for a long time and finally got a taxi.

"Take me to Galritton Apartment, thank you."

Mo Mengchen sat behind because he was wearing a mask, so the driver did not recognize him.

Before the red light, the driver stopped the car.

Just thinking about the crime rate in Detroit, Mo Mengchen hopes that the red light will pass soon.

The driver was waiting.

At this time, an old man was walking on the edge of the street. He was drinking and was in a state of unstable shape. He could be drunk on the side of the road at any time.

With the current temperature, if he falls outside, he will likely freeze to death.

But he didn't seem to have a chance to be frozen to death. The gangsters lying in the corner aimed at the lonely old man. There were about three people, and they appeared at the same time.

"etc!"

The driver was anxious to leave, and Mo Mengchen stopped him.

"Don't meddle in other people's business!" The driver didn't want to take care of him.

Mo Mengchen didn't want to do it either. He was a doctor, a singer, and an NBA player, but he was not proficient in any fighting skills. If he rushed out to fight with three criminals, he would suffer the loss.

He found the scalpel from his body, which he used to defend himself, and never had a chance to come in handy.

Go out?

No.

The old man struggled to resist, and the three mixed forces knocked him down, snatched all the valuable things from him, and kept the old man who could no longer stand up and ran into the street corner.

"I hope he's still alive."

Mo Mengchen opened the car door and walked to the old man. It seemed that the gangsters did nothing else except punching him and repairing him.

But for an elderly person, any kind of violence may kill them.

Mo Mengchen found that he still had breathing, pulse and heartbeat, so he felt a little relieved.

He easily carried the old man up and said to the driver: "Go to the St. Lucifer Hospital!"

In the dark night, the lights were bright and the driver saw the face of this nosy young man.

In Detroit, if you don’t know this man, you are not worthy of being a Detroitian.

“doro?”

In the middle of the night, I found a young man who was slightly drunk. He was a little meddling in other people's business and saved an unlucky old man who was robbed, and then found out that he was doro?

The driver kept blinking to make sure he was right.

"Go away quickly!" Mo Mengchen urged.

"No problem, that, can you give me a signature? My daughter likes you very much!" the driver asked.

"It depends on you. I can only make sure that the old man is still alive and cannot do a detailed inspection. If you get faster, he should be able to be saved." Mo Mengchen said.

The driver stopped talking about him and drove with all his attention.

On the way to Saint Lucifer, Mo Mengchen felt a little regretful. His cold had not yet recovered. Now, in order to save the old man, he must have to stay up late again.

After traveling through time, he no longer regarded himself as a doctor.

He kept reminding himself this way just to get attribute scores.

Doctors are kind-hearted, does he really have a kind heart?

What kind of kindness is a guy who is afraid of on the court?

When Mo Mengchen arrived at Saint Lucifer, it was already three months old. He ran into the hospital with the old man in his arms, and the nurse recognized him at a glance.

"Dr. Mo?"

"Send him to have a checkup, hurry up!" Mo Mengchen shouted.

Misty came out of his mouth, but he didn't feel cold at all.

"After the result came out, I sent it to my office." Mo Mengchen recalled that there was a quilt in his office.

Every doctor must be prepared for duty. Although Mo Mengchen has never taken the initiative to be on duty, his office still has spare quilts.

“I have to have a sleep.”

Because of a cold, he didn't play a game tonight, drank some wine, and then suddenly encountered this kind of thing. His emotions fluctuated. When he arrived at the hospital, he relaxed, and the impactful feeling of fatigue hit his body.

He fell asleep in the office.

"It's so strange that Dr. Mo actually brought the patient to the hospital, and it's so late," the night nurse discussed.

When they arrived at Mo Mengchen's door, they shut up and knocked on the door. They opened it and found that the person involved was lying on the table with a quilt covered in it and fell asleep.

"Do you want to wake him up?" asked one of the nurses.

"It's better not to do it. The patient is fine anyway. Let's put the examination report on the table and don't bother him." Another nurse suggested.

This was obviously the best proposal. None of the two night nurses disturbed Mo Mengchen, but just put the report beside him and walked out the door gently.

"Be brave and never give up hope."

"You can't play basketball anymore, at least you can be a good doctor."

boom!

Blood.

Blood in the ground.

Mo Mengchen woke up, and the quilt he draped on his body was shaken to the ground by him. He saw the inspection report beside the table. The terrible nightmare made him frightened.

He glanced at the time.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

He missed breakfast.

Mo Mengchen pinched the trigeminal nerve and thought about what he was going to do next.

According to the normal procedure, he should get up at home, send a good morning kiss with Ephraim, and then mock Medela all the way to the hospital entrance.

Medela will tell him what he needs to do today.

Mo Mengchen sniffed and found that he still didn't feel it. His cold was not cured.

Mo Mengchen walked into the bathroom to wash his face and walked out of the office. It was hard to see him so down and out. He was still wondering what he needed to do.

Maybe you should brush your teeth and wash your face, then go for lunch, and make up for the lost weight in the morning.

So why did I have tossed so much?

Mo Mengchen finally remembered the old man last night and the inspection report on his desk. He had to walk back and pick up the report and read it while walking.

“No problem.”

Mo Mengchen closed the report and finally clarified the direction.

Anyway, go to Noah Seavers' office first.

On this road, he ran into Javi Tefdanra.

"Doctor Mo, you don't look much better than me." Yavi walked in the corridor with a drip hanging on the flask.

This guy was drunk in a nightclub last night, and was he suddenly punished by God?

Mo Mengchen didn't think much, just said, "I really didn't expect you to come back here."

"How good is it to revisit the old place?" Yawei asked back.

"Then I won't ruin your atmosphere anymore. You can continue to stay here and recall the day when the surgery failed."

Mo Mengchen held the inspection report tightly and walked faster.

When Siphus saw Mo Mengchen, who looked down and like a homeless man, asked in surprise: "Are you robbed?"

Do you look happy?

Mo Mengchen found a seat and sat down: "It's not that unlucky, but when I was going home last night, I found someone robbing the old man in the street."

"So you acted bravely and subdued the gangsters?" Siphus said in surprise, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I really hope I am as brave as you imagined, but that's not the case." Mo Mengchen said, "I was drunk at that time and sat in the taxi car. After the robbery was completed, I walked out of the car and took the old man back to the hospital."

Siphus patted the breasts that could not be covered even if the cotton coat was worn: "I'm scared to death, how are you?"
To be continued...