Good Morning, Dear

Mo Li hurried to the hospital. He didn't see Cheng Qingyao chasing after the car.

"Why don't you wait for me?" Cheng Qingyao looked at the far away sports car. She was very depressed. She stood by the roadside with medicine for a long time. This place is really biased. Birds don't lay eggs. I didn't even meet a taxi at the door of a small hospital.

If there were a taxi, she would catch up with Mo Li, and Mo Li would take medicine before leaving.

Tan Yeying came to comfort her: "it's all right, it's all right. He knows discretion. He won't drive if he can't drive."

Cheng Qingyao shook her head and her eyes were as dark as water: "I hurt him tonight. If I weren't so willful, he wouldn't have a stomach. Now he's driving with a stomach, and he's going to have an operation later. I..." it's a terrible crime and unforgivable.

Tan Yeying comforted her again: "don't think about it. He knows his body. He is a doctor and will know how to take care of himself."

Cheng Qingyao sighed deeply. He is a doctor, but who will take care of the doctor when he is ill? And get sick on the operating table!

feel stifled!

Back upstairs, she sat and stood uneasy, counted the time, touched almost, and then called Mo Li. The phone answered quickly, and his weak voice came from the other end: "Yao Yao."

"Have you arrived?" Cheng Qingyao felt guilty in addition to worrying.

"Just arrived, enter the operating room immediately."

"How are you? Are you still suffering? Listen to your voice..."

"It's all right! You don't have to worry. I'll give myself an injection later."

"Mo......"

"Well, I can't tell you more. I have to hurry in. I'll pick you up after the operation. You go to bed first." Mo Li hurried and hung up before she spoke.

Cheng Qingyao was helpless and couldn't sleep again. She sat on the floating platform with her knees and watched the movement downstairs... For an hour, two hours, three hours, no vehicle came downstairs... Tan Yeying was so sleepy that she fell asleep on the sofa. She was still awake holding her mobile phone and waiting for a phone

Mo Li is also a doctor in the end. He has the most sincere spirit of a doctor. He is obviously ill, but as soon as he enters the operating room, he joins the ranks of surgery with twelve points of spirit and operates the surgery meticulously.

Pass the scalpel to his hand!

He skillfully operated the scalpel with his dexterous hands, and his sharp eyes carefully stared at every small change under the blood vessels... He did it very seriously and didn't treat his life as a play. Only he knew that his surgical clothes were all sweaty

One hour, two hours, until 7 a.m., the operation was over. The patient was saved from danger, but he was tired and paralyzed. He slipped on the ground and couldn't get up.

The assistant doctor came to help him, and found that his clothes were as wet as washing. Touching his head again, he was cold and surprised: "are you suffering from gastrointestinal disease again?"

"It's all right!" Mo Li said in a difficult tone, tried to get himself up by his arm, and then swayed into the bathroom to take a bath. After taking a bath, he shook his trembling legs and went back to the office to sleep.

He slept in the office and left his cell phone in the locker in the operating room!

Qingyao called him again and again, but no one answered. I don't know whether he was having an operation or seriously ill. She continued to wait anxiously until one o'clock in the afternoon. She couldn't bear it. She leaned very sleepy against the floating platform and accidentally fell asleep.

During this sleep, Cheng Qingyao slept very restlessly and had all kinds of dreams!

This sleep, Mo Li also slept in pain, and his intestines twisted from time to time!

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Li couldn't hold on any longer. He got up and held the wall to the downstairs emergency room for infusion. During the infusion, he finally remembered his mobile phone and wanted to leave. Qingyao was still waiting for his call.

He hurriedly asked the nurse to borrow his cell phone and called Cheng Qingyao: "it's me, don't leave!"

"Have you finished the operation?" finally, when he called, Cheng Qingyao hung his heart and finally fell a little, but his voice was still very bad, more depressed than last night.

Mo Li covered his stomach and said, "I finished the operation in the morning. Then I was a little tired and went back to the office to sleep. How are you? Did you sleep?"

"Sleep."

"I guess I can't pick you up until evening."

"I'll go to the hospital to find you. Don't come around."

"It's all right. I'll pick you up. I promised Tan Yeying to pick you up. She can't let her see a joke. Wait for me. I'll pick you up..." the word "you" didn't say. The door of the emergency room suddenly rushed into many men. Each man held a three or four-year-old child in his hand and cried anxiously: "Doctor, doctor, where is a doctor? Hurry to help, hurry to save my son..."

Mo Li felt bad. He saw many women running in, crying in a mess: "doctor, where is a doctor, save our children, save them..."

"Mo Li, what happened to you? What happened again?"

Cheng Qingyao's voice came uneasily, and Mo Li's look became particularly serious and cold: "it looks like a collective event. Visually, there are more than a dozen children aged three or four. Yao Yao, I'll go and have a look, and I'll contact you again."

He hung up the phone, pulled off the infusion tube from the back of his hand, and ran towards the people.

There is already a mess. The doctor on duty leads the nurse to dredge, but the manpower is still insufficient. When a doctor saw him running over, he immediately shouted, "Dr. Mo came to help. These children seem to be asphyxiated by lack of oxygen."

Mo Li ran over and checked a girl. Her eyes were closed, her face was black, her lips were blue, her breathing was weak and her pupils were lax. It is indeed asphyxia caused by hypoxia, but how can it cause this hypoxia?

A mother cried and said, "Summer Camp... The teacher takes the children out to play... If the children are not obedient, they are all locked on the bus... Where can the children stand this hot weather..."

Mo Li hurriedly asked them to take them to the operating room for rescue... This rescue lasted another 12 hours... Thirteen children, ten were out of danger, and three were sent to the intensive care unit for monitoring... Mo Li was too young to be careless and stayed in the intensive care unit for escort

In this way, he was busy until Sunday afternoon. He also felt that he was about to fall down, and his eyes looked at everything as a blurred ghost. He couldn't pick up Cheng Qingyao and didn't dare to support him. He added classes to other doctors and went back to the office to sleep first.

It's cold for a while!

It's hot for a while!

My mouth is still dry!

The assistant doctor came to see him and saw him running to the doctor so decisively. Dr. Lin is his attending doctor. When he is not on duty today, the assistant doctor calls: "Dr. Mo works overtime for two consecutive days in the hospital. There are three operations tomorrow. Please Dr. Lin come and help him."

Dr. Lin didn't dare to neglect. He hurried from home to examine him and test him. The last toss was the same. Acute gastroenteritis, delayed treatment, aggravation of inflammation and high fever.

Infusion!

Also training Mo Li: "I'm a doctor. What shouldn't I eat? Can I not know?"

Mo Li's eyes were dull and he smiled sadly: "look at her delicious... Her mouth is greedy... In fact, she didn't eat much..."

"I didn't eat much, but I did. For your disease, it's important to avoid eating."

"I seldom eat with her. I don't eat at all. It's too disappointing for her."

"When did you become so understanding of women?"

"It's not that I understand women, but that she is more abrasive, which makes me lose my temper. Thinking that she is many years younger than me, I can only rely on her more. I can't argue with a woman younger than me!"

Dr. Lin smiled strangely: "no matter how you explain it, you can't eat what you can't eat. Otherwise, you're the one who's guilty, and she can't take half of your place. If you're embarrassed to say, I'll tell her later, don't feed anything to you..."