A golden monkey took down a baboon and a shorty!
A Huludao Red Double Happiness took down that scar-neck!
Eternal sleep!
Splash~
Water droplets hit his hands, bringing Zhou Mo Sen back to reality.
He is not the king of the dance city; he is preparing for surgery.
In fact, Zhou Mo Sen wanted to be alone for a while, but clearly, that wasn’t going to happen.
That scar-necked guy was blocking the door.
So, he had no choice but to keep washing his hands for a bit longer.
He couldn’t recall the matter of the love letter.
So be it; the key was Monroe.
This guy isn’t a fool.
Monroe knew how to use Kate as a threat, which shows he’s got brains.
And Zhou Mo Sen, driven by his basic instinct as a doctor, ended up saving Kate.
It was a case of inadvertently passing a hurdle.
If he hadn’t reacted then, Monroe might have noticed something was off.
Thankfully, thankfully.
Additionally, in the ’patient’ team, that little girl shouldn’t be much of a threat.
Scar-neck should be one of their henchmen, an assassin.
The shorty and the drug lord are likely brothers.
They look quite alike.
This surgery.
Zhou Mo Sen has to face three enemies.
The shorty, scar-neck, and Monroe.
That’s right, Zhou Mo Sen was indeed thinking of a strategy!
But it seems like there’s no good plan.
Unless he could be like the protagonist in an Indian movie, single-handedly taking down a group of Kala gangsters.
Sigh, my combat power is too low.
If I get through this, I have to learn American Iaido.
Moreover, Zhou Mo Sen was facing another issue.
Plastic surgery.
Zhou Mo Sen is a general surgery doctor.
General surgery, also known as normal surgery, has an online joke associated with it.
General surgeons are not ordinary surgeons.
But to speak seriously, the translation of general surgery is flawed.
Peking Union Medical College Hospital’s translation is relatively accurate, ’basic surgery.’
More straightforwardly, when you go to large hospitals, you should encounter colorectal surgery, digestive surgery, hepatobiliary surgery, etc.
These are actually branches of general surgery.
Simply put, general surgery mainly deals with diseases in the abdomen.
But worrying about getting into a dead end.
What people don’t know is that ingrown toenails also fall under the scope of general surgery.
As does plastic surgery, which is plastic surgery.
Mainly dealing with the face, as for the chest, abdomen...
Wait a moment.
Suddenly, new ideas flooded Zhou Mo Sen’s mind.
To alter one’s appearance significantly, you would touch the nose, eyes, mouth.
Roughly... modify brow bones, lift the nose, plump the lips with one’s own fat...
These plans popped up one after another, startling Zhou Mo Sen.
It’s the memory of the American Zhou Mo Sen, good.
The surgery plan is almost in place, only lacking is the actual execution.
Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t help but look carefully again at his hands.
Long fingers, well-proportioned muscles, very nimble and strong.
These are hands with great surgical talent.
If muscle memory still exists, then this plastic surgery isn’t a big problem.
But do I really perform this surgery?
Just as he was pondering, suddenly that scar-neck came up behind him.
What did this guy want to do?
Could he use mind-reading to know what I was thinking?
Damn it, I was just thinking about liposucking from your boss’s butt and injecting it into the lips!
What can you do about it?
Zhou Mo Sen tensed all his nerves, but at this moment, that scar-neck stretched out his hand.
In the palm, there was a bullet.
...
Operating room.
"You..."
"Kate, don’t think I’m useless!"
"Hmph!"
Kate was truly surprised that Monroe managed to complete the general anesthesia.
Although anesthesia, intravenous administration is enough.
But some steps aren’t simple, like intubating the breathing tube.
This is a typical case of appearing easy but being quite challenging technically.
Monroe even managed to pull it off, and quite neatly too.
No wonder this guy dared to take on the surgery and even play anesthesiologist.
If it were the former Kate, she might have praised him, but now, she wishes Monroe would go straight to hell.
She was acting as a nurse, had just helped the patient take an X-ray, and then gave a blood transfusion.
Now she was applying iodine.
The patient didn’t even want to undress, so she could only apply more where possible.
Honestly, it’s quite distressing.
The ECG monitor and all the equipment were set up.
At this moment, the operating room door opened, and Zhou Mo Sen along with that scar-neck walked in.
To be honest, this is really a bizarre surgery.
Look at this operating room, the patient’s ’family members’ are still here.
Are you guys out of your mind!
Unfortunately, no matter what was said, the shorty insisted they must observe the surgery.
Additionally, they didn’t even want to wear masks.
This inevitably reminded Zhou Mo Sen of some things during the pandemic.
Forget it.
The little girl was very quiet, sitting alone in the corner, not sure what she was thinking, a drug lord’s suitcase beside her.
Zhou Mo Sen glanced at the little girl again.
Then he looked at the scans and realized this drug lord had a bit of luck, but unfortunately... the shot was off target.
Zhou Mo Sen had never thought like this before.
"Please move further away."
Putting on surgical clothes, then a mask and gloves, Zhou Mo Sen spoke impatiently to Shorty.
Shorty just smiled but only moved less than half a step back.
Scar-Neck stood even further away.
They were just watching like this.
This lack of trust really makes one uncomfortable.
Zhou Mo Sen positioned himself closer to the gunshot wound.
Yet he didn’t rush to start the surgery.
"Arterial blood pressure needs to be measured."
Upon hearing this, even though Monroe was wearing a mask, one could see his face dropped.
"Is it necessary?"
Zhou Mo Sen said very seriously, "The patient was accidentally shot, and his age..."
Shorty chimed in, "46 years old."
Zhou Mo Sen continued, "The patient is 46 years old, short and stout, with high risks of diabetes, hypertension, heart disease, etc. Shot in the abdomen, he will undergo at least two surgeries; the lips need liposuction..."
Before he finished speaking, Monroe obediently went to get the tools.
Arterial blood pressure measurement, it’s indeed more accurate, but it involves the technique of arterial cannulation.
The electrocardiograph has this arterial blood pressure monitoring function, it just needs to connect to the fitting in the tool bag, but arterial cannulation looks like an infusion, but it’s not.
That’s venous; this is arterial.
There’s quite a lot of stuff in the toolkit, a 500CC saline bag, pressure bags, and so on.
The most important step is arterial cannulation.
Monroe was quite flustered.
Never handled this before, it’s a nurse’s job.
Zhou Mo Sen noticed long ago; when Monroe was hanging the saline bag from the tool bag, his hands were shaking.
As expected, Monroe is someone who gets easily nervous.
"Let me do it."
Monroe watched as Zhou Mo Sen took over, he visibly relaxed.
Venous puncture failure isn’t a big deal.
But this patient is a drug lord, and screwing up arterial puncture might result in blood spurting.
Then wouldn’t the Desert Eagle blow your head off instantly?
Monroe could say, given the current situation, a professional nurse would likely have shaking hands too.
As for Zhou Mo Sen... how impressive!
The puncture needle was quite thick, entering the brachial artery steadily from the wrist.
"Good job!" Monroe exclaimed.
However, Zhou Mo Sen didn’t show him a friendly face at all.
Soon data appeared on the machine.
"Scalpel."
No more nonsense, let’s start.
Neither Shorty nor Scar-Neck could understand what the doctors were doing.
Luckily, when the sharp sound of clinking came, they felt relieved.
The bullet inside the drug lord was taken out.
So easy?
There are some details here.
Zhou Mo Sen previously communicated with United States doctors, which was essentially discussing gunshot wound surgeries.
If it’s other surgeries, our Chinese doctors are definitely not bad, in fact, we perform more surgeries and are technically better.
But in terms of gunshot wounds, American doctors indeed have far more experience, we can only yield willingly.
Now it comes in handy.
Next is cosmetic surgery...
Suddenly, the instrument alarmed.
"Low blood pressure!"
"Noradrenaline! 5mg!"
"Given? Still low!"
"Noradrenaline! 10mg!"
"Still not working!"
"Should we observe for a few minutes?"
"After a few minutes it might just be a corpse."
An anesthesiologist doesn’t just anesthetize; more of their work is to ensure the patient’s vital signs.
Monroe was now in a flurry, sweating profusely.
The medication was given, why isn’t the blood pressure rising?
He was extremely anxious, staring at the instrument intently.
In this situation, even Shorty panicked, he immediately came over to look.
"What’s going on?"
At this moment, Zhou Mo Sen pushed Kate, "Prepare adrenaline."
Are we gonna use that now?
Kate suddenly understood something, directly walking toward the operating room door.
Regardless of whether it was Shorty or Scar-Neck, they were all focused on the operating table, not paying any attention to the psychologist turned nurse.
While Shorty was the closest, he was the most anxious.
"What exactly happened? Speak!"
Yelling at Zhou Mo Sen.
And Zhou Mo Sen looked at him and smiled.
Raised his hand, not just his hand, but the patient’s hand too.
Why is the blood pressure problematic?
Why doesn’t the medication raise it?
I’m pinching the tube!
Zhou Mo Sen suddenly pulled out the tube from the indwelling needle, a stream of fresh blood sprayed out, soaking Shorty’s face.
Ah!!
Shorty immediately couldn’t see, yelling while reaching for his gun.
Zhou Mo Sen shouted, "Light out!"
Kate just reached the operating room door, click.
The entire operating room fell into darkness.
Bang bang bang...