I will use my best ability and judgment to uphold the princples of benefiting the patient, and restrain from any degenerative and harmful actions, I will not give harmful drugs to others or instruct them in this regard, even if someone asks for them... "Hippocratic Oath".
...
"Mo Sen, you had too many surgeries last month."
"Understood, so how much do I owe the hospital?"
"About twenty thousand dollars."
"That much?"
"Don’t worry, we’ll make it up to you next month."
"Alright then."
...
"Huh? Six hundred and sixty thousand?"
"What’s wrong? Aren’t you Zhou Mo Sen, an associate senior doctor in a big hospital? Can’t you even come up with such a small amount of money?"
"Six hundred and sixty thousand is small? Didn’t we agree on two hundred thousand before?"
"That was for someone else, but you’re an associate senior doctor, how does two hundred thousand match your status?"
"Raising the price on the spot?"
"Watch your tone! Don’t you want to get married anymore?"
...
The summer of 2003.
In the operating room of a clinic in San Diego.
A man opened his eyes.
His gaze was full of confusion, and a bit of pain.
It was certain that he was extremely bewildered at the moment.
He remembered his name, Zhou Mo Sen.
He had just completed a five-hour surgery.
After replenishing with some glucose, he was browsing on his phone on the bed in the on-call room.
He came across Bai Xiaoying streaming a game... side lane Kai, really messing around.
Why not tear apart the Eight-Headed Giant Snake and make a Chinese knot out of it.
He also came across a lecturer... got interrupted. That place seemed interesting.
It was Mulholland Drive.
Maybe it was the carbon dioxide, maybe he was just too tired, but he fell asleep while browsing.
Many troubling things came rushing in during his dream.
Now the hospital was fully implementing DRG, calculated monthly; if he did too many surgeries, he ended up owing money.
But being the youngest associate senior doctor in the hospital, though he dare not boast about his high medical ethics, he never refused a surgery.
He knew that patients could not afford to wait.
Zhou Mo Sen was in his thirties and it was about time to get married.
But unexpectedly, the long-time girlfriend he was dating... turned the marriage into a business deal.
Just thinking about these things gave him a headache in his dream.
But this headache felt wrong; it was not only hurting in the dream, but physically as well.
So, Zhou Mo Sen opened his eyes.
It was even more wrong!
This was an operating room, but he had definitely never been here before.
He was wearing surgical scrubs, but they should have been green.
Now they had turned blue.
As for the headache... he touched his head.
Blood!
Was I hit on the head in the operating room?
What kind of medical dispute is this?
Wait a second.
Zhou Mo Sen saw some unpacked surgical tools scattered on the ground.
Something must have happened in this operating room; otherwise, these things wouldn’t be so messy, and the circulating nurse would have freaked out.
Zhou Mo Sen picked one up and took a closer look.
All in English, with "USA" on it.
Zhou Mo Sen could understand all of it, but that wasn’t the main point.
This packaging clearly did not meet our domestic requirements.
So...
Did I time travel to the United States?
Zhou Mo Sen stood up and saw a mirror on the operating table.
He took a closer look.
Inside was a Chinese man in his thirties.
Neatly trimmed hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose bridge.
Not bad looking.
The main thing was the hair; he thought since he wasn’t even thirty... he couldn’t help but gently caress these thick strands of hair.
Regarding the bald thing, it wasn’t all bad.
Because I went bald early, when patients saw my hairstyle.
They immediately felt an immense trust.
Insisting I be the one to do the surgery,
The more surgeries I did, the better my skills became.
The territory of the youngest associate senior doctor in our hospital was established just like that.
You could say that every strand of hair that left me.
Was a hero!
Now looking at all this thick hair...
I missed you all to death!
Eyeballing again, the height seemed to be about 1.8 meters, quite good.
Not far away, there was an electronic clock showing:
14:56.
Getting closer, there was also a date.
"June 18, 2003? F*ck..."
Zhou Mo Sen inadvertently praised, and realized it was in perfect American English with a West Coast accent.
It could be confirmed:
I, Zhou Mo Sen, have time-traveled into the body of an American doctor!
Fortunately, with either time travel or rebirth, we modern people have quite a high level of acceptance.
Just the other day while ordering takeout, I even saw a restaurant named: Rebirth of My Meat Rice.
Additionally, Zhou Mo Sen had another trait.
Which was not panicking in the face of situations.
For example, if something went wrong during surgery and the patient was bleeding profusely, he could still handle it steadily.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so easy to be the youngest associate senior doctor.
A calm Zhou Mo Sen attempted to awaken this original owner’s memories.
The result was bouts of headache, probably due to a head injury.
Zhou Mo Sen muttered a few words in English and found that his communication skills were fairly normal.
He had communicated with American colleagues before and knew that the English we learn is vastly different from the English spoken in the United States.
Especially some professional terms.
Now having traveled here, if there are no problems with communication, it’s definitely a plus.
So, do I have to become an American doctor?
Zhou Mo Sen understands the survival state of doctors in America.
In a word: Less work, more money, peace of mind.
To be honest, he’s somewhat envious.
But to be more honest, he’s never thought about going to the United States.
He’s seen donut smiles, lecturers asking for meals, seen luxurious villas of some prosperous being demolished...
Even without the joy brought by these electronic pets.
He’s a deputy senior with a monthly income of at least twenty to thirty thousand, domestic hospitals are busy and tiring, but the security is good.
The United States, this place, has terrible security, even Beverly Hills faces theft and robbery.
In comparison, domestic life is obviously better.
But now, here I am.
Zhou Mo Sen recalled a saying:
Be an ordinary person, greedy for money and lust, full of righteousness.
Modify it:
Be an American doctor, greedy for money and lust...
"Mohsen!"
Suddenly a shout from outside interrupted Zhou Mo Sen’s thoughts.
Calling me?
Anyway, the name sounds similar.
Zhou Mo Sen stuck his head out and saw a white man in the same scrubs holding a baseball bat in one hand and dragging a white woman in a lab coat.
The moment he saw Zhou Mo Sen, he shouted, "Help me!"
Looks like I’m the ’Mohsen’.
Hurrying over, Zhou Mo Sen saw more clearly.
The female doctor had fainted, with blood on her head.
Did this guy hit her?
Considering the surgical tools scattered all over the place and the head injury...
No patient disruption, you American doctors fighting among yourselves?
Really freaking bored.
Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t figure out the situation, so he stayed silent.
The white man was pulling the person, and of course, holding the collar, so Zhou Mo Sen went to hold the female doctor’s legs.
The female doctor looked good, short chestnut hair, attractive face, resembling Demi Moore.
Moreover, wearing a lab coat brings a sense of intellectual beauty, along with a bodycon skirt and black silk beautiful legs, hole torn.
If paired with certain music...
Kate Stone, psychologist.
Zhou Mo Sen saw the badge on the woman’s chest.
Very suspicious!
Why would a psychologist be in an operating room?
And fighting with two male doctors?
Soon, this Dr. Kate was carried into the operating room, put on a chair, body leaning against the wall.
The chair in the operating room is generally used by anesthesiologists.
While stunned, the white male doctor spoke up, spoke very crudely.
"F*ck! F*ck... Damn it! This woman ruined our plan!"
A string of F-starting words, Zhou Mo Sen also didn’t add a word.
At this time, Dr. Kate slowly woke up.
"F*ck!" She spoke upon waking, and spoke vulgarly.
To everyone’s surprise, she also pointed at Zhou Mo Sen, "Idiot! Mohsen Chou, you idiot!"
Why jump on me? ... Oh, same name? Could this be the reason for the travel?
Zhou Mo Sen was stunned, while the white male doctor seized the chance.
"Shut up, you b*tch!"
Kate instantly shot back,"F*ck you, Monroe! You disgust me! You shame Dr. Old Monroe! You disgrace this clinic!"
Monroe?
"Stupid b*tch! Have you forgotten the clinic’s name? Monroe! The clinic is mine! I’ll do what I want!"
"Then why the hell did you recruit me? I truly regret coming to San Diego!"
Both of them spat a lot of F-starting words, but Zhou Mo Sen received some useful information this time.
This white male seems to be named Monroe.
And this is Monroe Clinic.
This city is San Diego.
It seems to be a city in Southern California.
Next, something even more interesting happened.
The two of them, while cursing, redirected their focus to Zhou Mo Sen.
Kate said, "Our licenses will be revoked! Mohsen have you thought it through?"
Monroe said, "Mohsen, we’re best friends! You promised to help me!"
Me, Zhou Mo Sen became the key?
Hold on!
Handling affairs calmly, Zhou Mo Sen was now serene.
Only those who are calm can think better.
He figured out this tangled mess of a situation!
Firstly, this Monroe Clinic should be a cosmetic surgery clinic.
In the United States to undergo cosmetic surgery, you must first have a psychological assessment.
Kate’s behavior indicates that Zhou Mo Sen and Monroe concealed this operation.
This is a serious violation. If discovered, one would lose their medical license!
Further, analyze why conceal this operation.
Or, who wants to change their face?
This surgery is likely illegal!
"NO!" Zhou Mo Sen shouted loudly, full of momentum, "I-say-no!"
Of course, we don’t undertake surgeries that violate regulations and break laws.
After speaking, Zhou Mo Sen turned to leave the operating room.
But just as he reached the door, he immediately retreated.
Not due to a change of principle, but because a Desert Eagle was pointed at his head!