Zheng Yi is an ethical doctor and will not prolong the course of treatment in order to cheat a few more mental restorative drugs. It took him about 40 seconds to cut off the brain tumor's connection to nerves and blood vessels, so as not to suddenly deteriorate after he took over.

The surface executive clearly sensed the difference in this doctor, and opened his cloudy eyes to observe Zheng Yi's demeanor.

He found that the doctor was not yet thirty years old, and he should still be a young man, with some innocence in his composure. When he concentrated on using his skills, the whole person was immersed in it, without the slightest cheesiness of money, as if with a holy light.

The old man made a judgment in his heart: he was not the same as those famous doctors.

Forty seconds is almost like a little green bottle.

Even if Zheng Yi doesn't consider the cost of medical treatment, he must consider covering up his special physique. Other transcendents will be poisoned if they take the little green bottle continuously. However, I drank two bottles in a row in front of many people in the canning fort, so I ...... Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Lift the quilt and take care of the lymphatic and liver areas." Zheng Yi went to get a tube, opened it and drank it directly.

It's so cool!

It felt like drinking a bottle of ice in the scorching heat.

The female nurse expertly uncovered the quilt and disposed of the gun in the quilt without a trace.

When Zheng Yi turned back, everyone was not embarrassed.

The old man's stomach was swollen as high as he could. The tumor in the liver is as large as a child's fist, and the liver capsule is stretched and painful. It can be seen that the reason why the old man was not tormented by pain must be that there must be a transcendent person with a doctor's sequence who continued to administer [anesthesia] to him.

"Well, there's necrosis that has been irritating the liver capsule." Zheng Yi gently pressed the liver area: "Involving the diaphragm, is it also painful in the shoulder and back?" ”

The old man said with a phlegm voice, "Yes." ”

"When it hurts, do you call the transcendent anesthesia?" Zheng Yi suddenly flashed a thought: since the patient has great power, why can't he call a few more transcendent people to come over for treatment?

If there are three or five Sequence 7 doctors, just brush [Exorcism] with your eyes closed.

If there were a mid-level doctor in Sequence 6, smashing the [Divine Healing] would have recovered a long time ago.

The old man looked sideways at the nurse, and the nurse hurriedly helped him clear his phlegm.

"Yes, there is a treatment group for Mr. Executive." The middle-aged man holding the tuxedo of No. 8 answered for the old man.

"Treatment group, ah......" Zheng Yi first dissolved part of the liver tumor and relieved the pain of the liver capsule, and then said: "What sequence is it?" ”

Tuxedo looked at the executive, confirmed the look, and replied:

"One Sequence 6, two Sequence 7, and five Sequence 8. Each of them has an assistant for the digital sequence 9. ”

- Medical resources are really tilted towards economically developed regions, and the entire multiverse is the same.

Zheng Yi said secretly in his heart.

"Mr. Fu Gaoyang also comes often." "But it's useless," said the executive. ”

Seeing Zheng Yi's uncertain expression, the tuxedo explained, "Mr. Fu is a high-level transcendent in Sequence 5. ”

"Oh, that's amazing." Zheng Yi echoed.

The tuxedo was a little surprised: "Haven't you heard of Mr. Fu?" He has a high reputation in the medical field. ”

"I'm a little country doctor, and it's the first time I've come to Hangcheng." Zheng Yi no longer discussed these gossip, and concentrated on reducing the liver tumor to the extent that it did not affect the diaphragm.

"I can't finish it tonight." Zheng Yi said: "The shoulder and back should not hurt. ”

The elderly executive wasn't sure if the anesthesia was the cause, but he was visibly more comfortable. He said, "Arrangement...... Mr. Doctor and Mr. Du live in the guest room on the fourth floor. After a pause, he added, "Tomorrow morning, I will arrange for the treatment team to meet with Mr. Doctor." ”

The tuxedo bowed and said, "Yes, sir." Then he said to Zheng Yi and Du Bin: "Two gentlemen, please go this way." ”

Zheng Yi and Du Bin followed out of the old man's bedroom.

The tuxedo took Zheng Yi and the others into the elevator and went down one floor.

Outside the elevator is another style, concise and heavy. The long-plush carpet is embroidered with colorful flowers, which is delicate and beautiful. Zheng Yi is sensitive to light, and finds that the ceiling and walls here are glowing, and there are no lights as he understands.

"This is the place where Mr. Executive entertains large regional executives, deputy executives, and high-level transcendents above Sequence 6." The tuxedo introduced without humility or arrogance, and the implication was that Mr. Executive Officer respected Mr. Doctor.

The two followed the tuxedo into the bedroom, which was similar to the bedroom of the old executive officer, but in the middle was a spacious living room with ensuites on either side.

Zheng Yi looked around, looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, or maybe the photos, and did not see the bar and wine cabinets and other furnishings, which shows that people in this world have their own understanding of luxury. Fortunately, Zheng Yi doesn't care about those, even if he lives in a high-end room, he only uses the bed and bathroom.

Tuxedo put the No. 8 Spiritual Recovery Pill on the coffee table and said, "Mr. Doctor, tomorrow's dose will be delivered at breakfast." ”

"Thank you." Zheng Yi said.

"If you don't mind – someone will prepare your wash up at 7 a.m., bring you breakfast at 7:45 a.m., and meet the treatment team at 8:30 a.m." The tuxedo bowed slightly: "Is this arrangement appropriate?" ”

Zheng Yi: "It's very suitable, thank you." ”

"If you have any needs, tea, drinks, snacks, meals, etc., please ask directly." Tuxedo said: "Anything needed." ”

Zheng Yi happened to see the waitress standing at the door smiling at him. Yes, the waitresses here all wear small black silk skirts and off-the-shoulder dresses.

For a moment, Zheng Yi thought a little too much.

"Pour me a glass of water first." Zheng Yi said: "Give me a glass of water when you wake me up tomorrow morning, 45 degrees is the best." ”

"Yes, sir." The tuxedo retreated to the door: "Then, I wish you two a good night." ”

Du Bin walked to the bedroom on the left and closed the door without saying anything.

Zheng Yi took the warm water from the waitress and followed him back to the bedroom, not forgetting to say "good night". He drank the warm water from the cup, savoring the sweetness of the water in his mouth.

Walking into the bathroom, Zheng Yi was in a trance, as if he had traveled back to the earth.

A pure white enamel bathtub that is sparkling.

Turn the brass faucet and clear water gushes out.

Zheng Yi picked up the clear water, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

……

……

Following.

Zheng Yi woke up, and it took a full three seconds before he remembered that he was in Hangcheng.

The bed beneath him was so soft that he doubted his life, the warm quilt wrapped him tightly, and the room was pitch black.

Less than a minute later, there was a slight rustling sound outside the bedroom door.

Soon, the door opened.

At the same time, the curtains in the bedroom pull open automatically, and the morning sun shines through the curtains in front of the bed.