When Zhou Ze saw the ugly handwriting, he thought it was his three-year-old daughter's homework, but when he saw the professional ophthalmic terms, he was slightly stunned.

After seeing the last string of numbers, his pupils shrank.

This is Tang Mingchu’s university student ID number!

He and Tang Mingchu were classmates, their student ID numbers differed by only one digit. After graduating from university for so many years, his student ID number was rarely used anymore, and usually only he himself remembered it.

This is a note left by Tang Mingchu!

He said the patient in bed 16 had reached the final stage of her bone, tooth, and cornea surgery. He was the only one who could perform this operation, and he had to complete it so that the patient could see again. He needed Zhou Ze's secret help.

Zhou Ze's hands were shaking as he held the note.

He would go to the ICU every day to ask about Tang Mingchu's condition. He knew better than anyone that Tang Mingchu was on the verge of death, his vital signs were unstable, and he was completely relying on various cutting-edge medical equipment to stay alive. He could die at any time.

Xiguang Hospital couldn't afford to lose such a world-class, talented ophthalmologist, so they were determined to save him, no matter the cost. However, things didn't go as planned. The ICU gave Tang Mingchu less than a one percent chance of survival. Hope seemed bleak.

But now, Tang Mingchu, who should have been unconscious in the ICU, actually asked him to help take him to complete the remaining surgery on Patient No. 16! Even if he was discharged from the hospital now, it would be impossible for him to perform surgery on the patient with his hand injured!

If it weren't for Tang Mingchu's university student number on it, Zhou Ze would definitely think someone was playing a prank.

…

Zhou Ze held the note tightly in his hand and went to the ophthalmology operating room at the agreed time.

There were no surgeries scheduled in the ophthalmology department tonight, and all the doctors had gone off work. One of the lights in the corridor was broken and flickered, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Zhou Ze walked through the corridor and saw a man in a white coat standing at the door of operating room No. 4.

He is a little short and doesn't look like Tang Mingchu.

Zhou Ze stopped a few steps away from him, his eyes fell on the strangely colored hand under the man's sleeve, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The purple-red corpse spots are very conspicuous on the fair skin.

Zhou Ze's voice trembled slightly, and he spoke with some difficulty: "Tang Mingchu?"

The man in the white coat in front of him slowly turned around.

It was a face completely different from Tang Mingchu's. It was pale, had corpse spots on it, and had a stiff expression. It looked exactly like a corpse!

But at this moment, the corpse spoke, and it was a familiar voice: "It's me, Zhou Ze."

"Are you a human or a ghost in your current state?"

Zhou Ze originally wanted to ask with a smile, but when he said it, he choked up and his eyes were sore and filled with tears.

Tang Mingchu pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed a stiff smile, "Forget it. My body has been cut so many times, I guess it can't be used anymore, so I went to the morgue to borrow a body to use first. Let's go, Zhou Ze, to perform our last operation."

Zhou Ze quickly walked over and grabbed Tang Mingchu's arm. The stiffness and coldness made him panic. He said emotionally: "Tang Mingchu, return the body to me. Who allowed you to use other people's bodies indiscriminately? Come with me to the ICU and return to your original body. The surgery you are performing is illegal, and I can't hide it for you. Wake up and use your own body to perform the surgery! Have you forgotten? When we were in the dormitory, we agreed to be lifelong partners! We have many more surgeries in the future. I don't know how to perform bone, tooth, and artificial cornea surgery yet, and you said you would teach me and help me in the future."