Mo Jiu glanced at the white mist, clenched the temporary whip that the emperor had given her in his hand, and rushed into the misty mist.

Entering the canyon, Mo Jiu walked forward in a white mist. It was a magical feeling, looking at the fog up close, hazy, like light smoke, like tulle, it seemed soft and delicate, and the movement of Mo Jiu's walk could startle the fog and change shape.

Look closely at the white mist has shapes, sometimes like flowers and plants, sometimes like animals, and even like people.

After seeing that the original white mist could change shape, the change of the white mist was even faster, and the white mist in front of him had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it was an extremely familiar scene.

She was in the operating room of a crowded hospital. An operation is about to begin, and nurses and assistants are busy preparing.

"Dr. Mo, are you awake? There have been so many surgeries lately that you haven't closed your eyes for 48 hours. Do you want to go back and rest? ”

The cute round-faced nurse looked at her with concern. Mo Jiu then found himself sitting on a small chair in the operating room and fell asleep.

Mo Jiu then remembered that there was a liver transplant operation that needed to be performed, but the surgeries over the past few days had exhausted her, so she found a place to sleep for a while between operations.

Mo Jiu frowned slightly, could it be that everything that happened across the Yunyi Continent was just a dream?

"Xiaohui, has the aneurysm surgery been completed?"

The round-faced nurse said suspiciously: "Isn't the aneurysm surgery scheduled for tomorrow?" ”

Mo Jiu clearly remembered that after she had done the aneurysm surgery, she went on her last mission, and then died at the hands of Ye Xiu.

Could it be that all this is just a dream?

Mo Jiu remembered that she didn't do this liver transplant herself, could it be a dream?

Mo Jiu's eyes flowed, and countless questions swirled in his mind, but he couldn't get a definite answer.

"Doctor Mo, should you call Dr. Jin to replace this operation? It's really time for you to rest. ”

Xiaohui's eyes were full of worry. Mo Jiu knew that this little nurse really cared about herself, and she usually had a close relationship with her.

Mo Jiu smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll finish this operation." I'll leave tomorrow's aneurysm surgery to Dr. Kim. ”

Dr. Jin is a relatively senior expert, although he is not as capable as Mo Jiu, but as long as it is not a particularly tricky operation, it is generally not difficult for him.

Xiaohui nodded, and went to prepare the tools for the operation again.

Mo Jiu looked at the busy nurses and assistants around him, and suddenly had a feeling of being in a different world.

Mo Jiu stretched her waist, and the feeling of sleepiness all over her body was sending her a message that her body was tired and needed to rest. This feeling of sleepiness can only be transmitted to the body after a long period of lack of sleep and rest.

Yunyi Continent, Emperor Zun, and Night Cultivation? It's really a dream with a rich plot.

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips slightly hooked up a sneer, and he walked out of the operating room and began to clean his hands.

This time the liver transplant was a mother and daughter, and the mother wanted to transplant her liver to her newborn baby girl. Surgery like this is extremely difficult, and it is not common for a doctor to ask for such a thankless procedure.

Once the operation fails, not only does it add to the experience of the failed operation, but even if it succeeds, it will not be much money to get, and it will not be famous.

And this operation was requested by Mo Jiu on his own initiative, and it was just a minor operation for her.

Mo Jiu had just straightened up after washing his hands, and his right shoulder was patted. She was just about to turn back......