You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Abdominal pain, constipation, yellowish complexion, acne...

If you have these characteristics at the same time, you may have pancreatic cancer.

In the early stage of pancreatic cancer, except for mild abdominal pain, there will be no obvious symptoms. Therefore, many patients have developed to the late stage to go to the hospital for examination, but at that time, they have already returned to the world.

On the way home, Mo Mengchen kept thinking about it.

If his judgment was correct and Curry’s mother really had pancreatic cancer, it must have been at least half a year ago. To what extent can cancer develop in half a year?

He is a doctor and he knows better than anyone what can happen in half a year.

Back home, Mo Mengchen had been waiting for Hill's call.

Ephraim finally coaxed the eldest daughter to sleep, and Hill's phone call made Loriya wake up from sleep, and then she wailed and howled.

"Whose phone?" Ephraim asked unpleasantly.

"Hospital." Mo Mengchen responded casually, and then asked, "How is it?"

"The questions you asked me to ask, Eddie did not know the answer, he knew nothing."

"What can this pig do besides eating and sleeping every day!"

Mo Mengchen was so furious that he calmed down Loriya, and the cry of the baby disappeared magically.

Ephraim looked at Mo Mengchen in amazement. She didn't expect to be so angry. She always wanted to portray herself as a gentle and virtuous mother. But now, it seems that being angry can make the child quieter?

"You will be an angry and angry father in the future." Ephraim smiled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Mo Mengchen said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Hill said on the phone.

"Who the **** said to you!" Mo Mengchen hung up the phone severely.

"How does this person do this?"

Over the phone, Hill was inexplicably facing the phone, holding a few new photos in his hand: "Although I didn't ask anything, I got the photo."

Patients suffering from pancreatic cancer will experience symptoms of loss of appetite in the middle and late stages. At the most severe time, there will be a significant weight loss within a week.

This is why Mo Mengchen asked Hill to get a recent photo, which is also one of the basis.

Since Hill failed to make it clear, he could only wait until tomorrow to hand over the photo to Mo Mengchen.

That night, Mo Mengchen kept rolling in bed, trying to fall asleep but unable to fall asleep. All he thought about was this matter.

If he is not a doctor, there may not be so many troubles.

"Anything to worry about?"

If anyone can share this, it must be Ephraim.

"Do you know Eddie Curry?"

"Don't he go to Grant's house to help on Thanksgiving?"

"Yes." Mo Mengchen said, "At the end of the game tonight, I saw his mother."

"How is she?"

"very good."

It’s good to make people worry, and it makes me sleepless at night.

"Is this matter related to Eddie's mother?" Ephraim asked.

"I have no evidence." Mo Mengchen said, "I just suspected that she was sick, very serious, but this is just my guess based on some signs."

Ephraim said: "But you are more and more certain, so you can't sleep, right?"

This is what I know is my worry.

"Well." Mo Mengchen said, "Whether she is sick or not, she should do a detailed examination now."

"This matter should not be difficult for you." Ephraim said, "It will be the new year in a few days. St. Lucifer Hospital is the most famous hospital in Detroit. You are also a doctor at St. Lucifer Hospital. Now, shouldn’t you organize some activities? For example, ask some middle-aged people to do free examinations."

"Maybe the hospital can give you a few places, and then you have reason to let Eddie's mother go for a comprehensive examination."

Mo Mengchen found that this method was actually feasible.

"It seems we can sleep peacefully."

"Just sleeping?" Ephraim gently rubbed her hot biceps with her chest.

Mo Mengchen turned slightly and kissed Ephraim gently, "Do you know... Um..."

Ephraim's kiss made him realize that he could no longer be kind tonight.

This will be a war as intense as the Christmas War.

If you want to ask Mo Mengchen whether this war consumes more, or whether the game tonight is bigger, then he can only risk the serious offense of Kidd, saying: There is no doubt that this is a huge and extremely long-lasting bed war. .

The next day, Mo Mengchen fell asleep rare at eight.

If it was not Adrian who came to the bedroom and kept knocking the bowl with a knife and fork, he might sleep deeper.

"Dr. Mo, you are so bedridden, this is really rare!" Adrian asked, "Say, what did you do last night?"

Mo Mengchen did not answer the boy who was about to enter puberty. He sat up from the bed and saw Adrian standing neatly in front of his bed. He knew he had overslept.

After this, he quickly got up, washed, dressed, brought Ephraim's prepared breakfast, and went directly to the parking lot to drive to the hospital.

There are still five days before the New Year, and that matter must be prepared early.

Saint Lucifer

"Dr. Mo, early!"

"Good morning, Dr. Mo."

"Doctor Mo, can you give me a signature?"

Mo Mengchen's eyebrows were cold, and his colleagues were used to it as before.

In Sivers's office, the old dean Martin Pinger was discussing work with her. Mo Mengchen knocked on the door, and the door was opened only after a "please enter".

Seeing Mo Mengchen, Pinger was pleasantly surprised: "I thought you had resigned."

"Why do you say that?"

"Anyone who hasn't come to work in ten days actually asked this kind of thing?" Sivers said badly.

"The game is busy."

"I think the restaurant is busy, do you still know how to get a scalpel?" Sivers vented the abyss of acacia with unpleasant words for a long time. "I'm really worried about you cooking the patient's body in the operating room. "

Ping quickly interrupted Sivers's sarcasm and got up and said, "Mo, you came just right. I have a patient here. He named you for surgery."

"Who?" The one who can name him for surgery will not be an ordinary person, but he has seen too many big men in recent years. Unless he is a head of state, his mood will not fluctuate too much.

Ping said: "The original investor in the hospital, he has a tumor, and he needs an outstanding doctor to operate on him. He thought of you the first time."

If I get terminally ill, I will think of God as soon as possible.

"You should know that the patient has no choice, the choice is mine." Mo Mengchen paused.

"You haven't come to work in ten days!" Sivers had to talk about it again.

"I can operate on him." Mo Mengchen said, "but I have other conditions."

When Mo Mengchen said his plan, Sivers and Ping showed a puzzling look.

"In order to celebrate the New Year, a comprehensive physical examination for 50 middle-aged people is free?"

"You want ten places?"

Sivers and Pingge knew that Mo Mengchen's family had no elders alive, and he certainly didn't want a place for himself.

This is a pressureless requirement for Saint Lucifer.

"No problem!" Pingge agreed on the spot.

"Doesn't you need to have a dozen meetings to decide?"

"of course."

"It doesn't need to get the consent of all departments."

"Mo..."

"Don't you like to go through the program?"

"Don't ridicule me," Ping smiled. "That's all for this matter."

Having said that, Pingge wanted to pat Mo Menchen's shoulder to express his friendliness, but Mo Menchen was keenly aware that he had not washed his hands for a long time and instinctively avoided his kindness.

The old dean was embarrassed, and Sivers couldn't help laughing.

After Pinger left, Sivers said: "Martin's hand washing is definitely more frequent than you. Why are you doing that to him?"

"Conditional reflex." Mo Mengchen glanced at the office. Because of his years of "reminder"/not as a thorn, Sivers' office was extremely clean, and the layout was very refreshing, with no extras.

Severus said, "You came here today for this matter?"

I smelled the trap.

"No." Mo Mengchen said, "I just want to see you, this incident is by the way."

If you tell the truth, Mo Mengchen don't want to see Sivers put any good face on him today.

He didn't come to work for ten days, leaving Sivers and Monica alone, and it was unreasonable for him to come to the hospital for a long time for other things.

Sure enough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Hearing this, Sivers' face eased a lot: "If you want to see me, why didn't you come to work in ten days?"

"I was caught in other things." Mo Mengchen said.

"Then do you have time today?"

"There is training in the afternoon." Mo Mengchen could see her thoughts at a glance. "Wait for a meal together, I just want to see Monica."

"It's almost the same." Sivers' mood suddenly improved.

After seeing Monica, Mo Mengchen made lunch at Sivers's house.

In the afternoon, he went to the Henry Ford Training Center on time and saw the picture on Hill’s hand. He was more certain, but no matter how sure he was, he needed to be confirmed by inspection.

Mo Mengchen asked Hill to announce the news on his behalf.

"St. Lucifer has the best facilities. Any hidden illnesses are invisible in St. Lucifer. Whether or not they are on the list, I hope you can take your family to do a comprehensive inspection on the New Year's Day."

"Eddie, remember to bring your mother to the exam." Hill smiled, "Mo will treat you well."

Curry saw the proof of the election in his hand. Although it was a little strange, he nodded and agreed.

So far, this matter is over.

Only Mo Mengchen and Hill knew the hidden emotions.

"Looking at him, I know how lucky ignorance is." Hill said with emotion.

Ignorance is lucky? Mo Mengchen's mouth slightly tilted, not knowing whether to mock Hill's short-sightedness or helpless bitter smile.

What difference does it make when the thunderbolt of the sunny day suddenly comes, knowing early or knowing late?