Chinese He used the world's top heart regeneration technology, and he was absolutely sure to cure this person.

"Find out who just entered the ward." Jing Mohao's eyes were gloomy, and he commanded calmly.

"Okay, less ink." The female nurse nodded in agreement and immediately set off to the imaging room to retrieve the surveillance.

Jing Mohao glanced at Jian Qing, who was sitting on the chair angrily, with a face full of grievances, "Don't you go and see what caused the death?" ”

"People are dead, what else do you see?" Jian Qing sprayed with anger, like a balloon full of air that was poked by a needle that came and burst instantly.

It's really a wretch, it took most of the day to get a successful clinical case, and it looks like he can apply for a world-class patent, which is good, but he died before the postoperative record, and it became a failure case!

Now it's okay, the murderer who killed Luoxi can't ask about it, and his patent is also in vain, so it's better not to operate on him from the beginning.

Jing Mohao didn't explain to him, and kicked him lightly in the thigh, "Hurry up!" ”

"Damn! You let me rest for a while! ”

"No one has been saved and there is still a face?"

“……”

He can't help but poke at people's pain points!

He's a doctor, not a god...

Even if people can't be saved, they have to be exhausted to death!

Besides, it's not that this person is dead and there is no problem with his operation, someone must be making trouble!

Huh?

Someone is making trouble...

If there is evidence that someone really caused the patient's death, can it be proved that it was not caused by the failure of his operation, and it is even possible to prove that his operation was basically successful?

Jing Mohao has a way in his brain, if only he could talk well and not hit people...

Jian Qing glanced at Jing Mohao with complicated eyes, and with all his body energetically propped up his chest against his back, he got up and went to the ward.

Jing Mohao was standing alone in the empty corridor, and his mobile phone rang, it was the internal connection of the base.

"Young master."

"Say."

"Old man Xing was picked up in the hospital."

"Who picked it up?"

"The signatory is Xing Wei."

"Has the handwriting been confirmed?"

"It's confirmed, it's indeed Miss Xing's handwriting."

"The whole city is searching for Chen Jun, be sure to dig him out for me, I want to see people alive and dead to see corpses!"

"Yes, young master!"

Damn it! If he hadn't been in a hurry to save Luoxi that day, he would have been killed with one shot!

Jing Mohao put away the phone, took out the cigarette case, grabbed a slender cigarette between his slender fingers, took it out and pinched it in his hand, his eyes were silent.

Luo Xi was only stunned, not directly poisoned, which means that they want to take her away to torture her, or threaten themselves.

Xing Wei... Xing Jiping... Chen Jun...

If all three of them were alive, it was Xing Wei who was most likely planning this operation.

But now that Xing Wei has been confirmed dead, Xing Jiping is still in the coma recovery period, and only Chen Jun has the ability to act.

This kind of inferior medicine and simple means are basically in line with Chen Jun's strength, but with Chen Jun's understanding of himself, it is not enough to design this game, there must be a third party to join, and this third party must be someone close to him.

At least, someone who knows himself.

This person doesn't have to look up, and sooner or later he will show himself.

And Xing Wei, who suddenly appeared...

Jing Mohao narrowed his eyes, the cigarette was not lit, and he took turns flipping between his five fingers.

Pretending to be a god and playing a ghost will be strange.

Height and weight are not easy to hide, but the change of face is still very easy...

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