Nine o'clock in the morning.

At Linhai Hospital, there were more than a dozen doctors in white coats standing outside the No. 1 chemotherapy room.

The expressions on these people's faces are different, including surprise, shock, disdain, suspicion, excitement...

"The patient is here."

In an instant, more than a dozen people looked over, and four medical staff pushed the patient to the chemotherapy room, and three other families followed silently.

Looking at the patients on the cart, a detailed information emerged in the minds of these senior doctors.

Deng Shangwei, male, fifty-one years old, with seven complications in late stages of liver cancer, cancer cell spread, and cancerous cells.

Not to mention these senior doctors, even a practicing physician knows that this situation is almost equivalent to announcing Deng Shangwei's death.

His life may end at any time in a short period of time, and it will also suffer great pain as the condition worsens.

Looking at Deng Shangwei who was almost skinny, a trace of unbearableness flashed in all the doctors' eyes. As doctors, they could only watch the patient die.

This is a very cruel thing for them!

Deng Shangwei's condition was obviously not very optimistic, he was in a semi-coma and could not even perform normal communication.

The families of the three patients followed the medical staff into the chemotherapy room.

This is Su Mo's request. He hopes that the patient's family can witness this treatment with his own eyes.

After the hospital staff pushed Deng Shangwei into the chemotherapy room, the doctors standing outside started to whisper.

"You guys say, is Su Mo really sure?"

"I personally don't really like it. Although I hope Su Mo can save a life, Deng Shangwei's condition has deteriorated to an uncontrollable situation, and no matter any treatment method, the effect has been lost. To be honest, even if the Daluo Jinxian comes, he will be unable to make the world come!"

"Yes, this is not another disease, this is cancer. If it is early and middle stage, effective treatment measures can be taken, but Deng Shangwei's condition has entered the late and middle stages, and there is no hope at all."

"I don't think so. Su Mo is the spokesperson of miracle. He knows Deng Shangwei's condition and dares to propose treatment suggestions. He must be sure. What's wrong with the late stage of cancer? Su Mo has created miracles!"

"That's right, I believe that Su Mo, no matter how incredible the things come to him, there are infinite possibilities. It's better for us ordinary people to not make conclusions easily, so as not to be slapped in the face."

Hearing these discussions, Qi Zhiyuan in the crowd snorted coldly and couldn't help but say, "You guys look down on Su Mo too much, how old is he?"

"And, Deng Shangwei has advanced liver cancer!"

"Medical personnel all over the world have spent decades to conquer the forbidden area of ​​cancer, but have not made any progress. Just a Su Mo, even if he is a genius, what kind of waves can he make?"

Speaking of this, Qi Zhiyuan swept around all the doctors present, with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Do you think Su Mo can surpass the whole world alone?"

Because of the incident in Song Qinghe's office that day, Qi Zhiyuan was very upset when he saw Su Mo. When he heard that at this time, someone thought Su Mo could succeed, he couldn't help but jump out immediately.

success?

Nonsense!

That's cancer, and a young boy with a stinky breast cannot succeed.

The doctors who supported Su Mo just now didn't know how to answer the conversation, and the atmosphere outside the chemotherapy room became a little awkward.

"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it before you can find out."

At this moment, a light voice resounded in the ears of more than a dozen doctors.

Not far away, Su Mo and Song Qinghe came over, and everyone said hello.

"Hello Teacher Su, hello Dean."

"Hello Teacher Su, hello Dean."

...

Su Mo and Song Qinghe nodded in response one after another. Song Qinghe was about a foot behind Su Mo, obviously mainly Su Mo. After everyone saw this small detail, their attitude on their faces became more respectful.

Even their dean is headed by Su Mo, so these minions should pay more attention to their attitude towards Su Mo.

If you don’t do it well, you might lose your job.

Of course, there is only one exception, and naturally Qi Zhiyuan.

When he heard Su Mo's words, he sneered slightly and said, "Teacher Su is really worthy of being the number one genius in Xia Kingdom. Such a tone really makes me sigh!"

As soon as these words came out, all the doctors present, including Song Qinghe next to Su Mo, could not help but change their faces.

This is a naked provocation!

"You don't have to sigh."

Su Mo's emotions did not fluctuate at all when he was about Qi Zhiyuan's run. He slowly walked to Qi Zhiyuan and said lightly: "Because, you are not as good as me!"

After saying that, Su Mo turned around and walked into the chemotherapy room, leaving Qi Zhiyuan alone in a daze.

"You are not as good as me, you are not as good as me..."

This sentence kept echoing in Qi Zhiyuan's ears, and his face gradually became extremely gloomy.

What is arrogant?

No, that's it!

He was so arrogant that he ignored him like this in front of so many people...

For a moment, Qi Zhiyuan's eyes were as cold and vicious as poisonous snakes.

But, seeing him unhappy, the others were happy.

The dozen doctors present had a very good relationship with Qi Zhiyuan.

Qi Zhiyuan's personality is very arrogant, which leads to him having almost no friends in the hospital. It is just because this guy does have two tricks that they don't want to provoke Qi Zhiyuan for no reason.

Because of this, Qi Zhiyuan became more and more arrogant in the hospital.

Apart from Song Qinghe, he didn't even take the vice president seriously. Some time ago, Qi Zhiyuan had a fight with the vice president, which made the vice president so angry that he rested at home for more than ten days, but he has not recovered yet.

Because of this, many people are very upset about Qi Zhiyuan.

Seeing Su Mo slapping Qi Zhiyuan in the face so neatly, everyone couldn't help but secretly applaud.

Two other male doctors started to talk gloatly.

"Oh, I really don't understand some people."

“How to say it?”

"Why do you think you should humiliate yourself?"

"Maybe there is a hobby in this regard!"

"puff--"

"puff--"

Several female doctors covered their mouths and started to laugh.

This made Qi Zhiyuan's face even more ugly. He stared at the two male doctors who had just spoken with a bad look, and said angrily: "Are you sick?"

"snort!"

Song Qinghe couldn't stand it anymore and said in a deep voice: "Do you still think it's not embarrassing enough? Disappear now and disappear for me. If you speak rudely to Teacher Su in the future, you can just quit your job!"

"Director, you...I am the elite in the hospital, and now the experiment has been..."

"Are your ears deaf?"

Song Qinghe's eyes turned cold, "Now disappear to me!"

"yes."

Even in anger, facing Song Qinghe in this state, Qi Zhiyuan didn't even dare to let go of a fart and left in shame.

Outside the chemotherapy room, a low laughter rang out.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the chemotherapy room was very tense.

"All acupuncture points have been confirmed!"

"All electrical wires are fixed!"

"The pulse current has been diverted. Teacher Su, can you start now?"

Hearing these reports, Su Mo's expression became more and more serious. He turned his head to look at the patient's family ten meters away, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Let's start!"
Chapter completed!