I will use my best ability and judgnt 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 soone 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 co 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 soone 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 sumr 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 extrely bewildered at the mont.
He rembered his na, Zhou Mo Sen.
He had just completed a five-hour surgery.
After replenishing with so glucose, he was browsing on his phone on the bed in the on-call room.
He ca across Bai Xiaoying streaming a ga... side lane Kai, really ssing around.
Why not tear apart the Eight-Headed Giant Snake and make a Chinese knot out of it.
He also ca across a lecturer... got interrupted. That place seed 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 ca rushing in during his dream.
Now the hospital was fully implenting 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 dical 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 ti to get married.
But unexpectedly, the long-ti 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 dical dispute is this?
Wait a second.
Zhou Mo Sen saw so unpacked surgical tools scattered on the ground.
Sothing must have happened in this operating room; otherwise, these things wouldn’t be so ssy, 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 et our dostic requirents.
So...
Did I ti 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 trimd 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 imdiately felt an imnse trust.
Insisting I be the one to do the surgery,
The more surgeries I did, the better my skills beca.
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 .
Was a hero!
Now looking at all this thick hair...
I missed you all to death!
Eyeballing again, the height seed to be about 1.8 ters, 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 Arican English with a West Coast accent.
It could be confird:
I, Zhou Mo Sen, have ti-traveled into the body of an Arican doctor!
Fortunately, with either ti 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 nad: Rebirth of My at Rice.
Additionally, Zhou Mo Sen had another trait.
Which was not panicking in the face of situations.
For example, if sothing 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 mories.
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 Arican colleagues before and knew that the English we learn is vastly different from the English spoken in the United States.
Especially so professional terms.
Now having traveled here, if there are no problems with communication, it’s definitely a plus.
So, do I have to beco an Arican doctor?
Zhou Mo Sen understands the survival state of doctors in Arica.
In a word: Less work, more money, peace of mind.
To be honest, he’s sowhat envious.
But to be more honest, he’s never thought about going to the United States.
He’s seen donut smiles, lecturers asking for als, seen luxurious villas of so prosperous being demolished...
Even without the joy brought by these electronic pets.
He’s a deputy senior with a monthly inco of at least twenty to thirty thousand, dostic 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, dostic 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 Arican doctor, greedy for money and lust...
"Mohsen!"
Suddenly a shout from outside interrupted Zhou Mo Sen’s thoughts.
Calling ?
Anyway, the na sounds similar.
Zhou Mo Sen stuck his head out and saw a white man in the sa scrubs holding a baseball bat in one hand and dragging a white woman in a lab coat.
The mont he saw Zhou Mo Sen, he shouted, "Help !"
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 Arican 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 ti, 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 ? ... Oh, sa na? 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 ! You sha Dr. Old Monroe! You disgrace this clinic!"
Monroe?
"Stupid b*tch! Have you forgotten the clinic’s na? Monroe! The clinic is mine! I’ll do what I want!"
"Then why the hell did you recruit ? I truly regret coming to San Diego!"
Both of them spat a lot of F-starting words, but Zhou Mo Sen received so useful information this ti.
This white male seems to be nad Monroe.
And this is Monroe Clinic.
This city is San Diego.
It seems to be a city in Southern California.
Next, sothing 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 !"
, Zhou Mo Sen beca 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 ss of a situation!
Firstly, this Monroe Clinic should be a costic surgery clinic.
In the United States to undergo costic surgery, you must first have a psychological assessnt.
Kate’s behavior indicates that Zhou Mo Sen and Monroe concealed this operation.
This is a serious violation. If discovered, one would lose their dical 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 montum, "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 imdiately retreated.
Not due to a change of principle,
but because a Desert Eagle was pointed at his head!
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