A man who, at the age of seventeen, created the deadly Thirteen Blades, which was hailed as a divine skill.
A person who perfectly integrated Chinese and Western medicine and founded a whole new school of medicine.
A man with superb alchemy skills who has saved countless lives.
A person who has achieved unimaginable results in all walks of life.
How can he not be God?
In Mo Huaizhi's heart, she is God.
He is the god he looks up to and pursues, and wants to get closer to throughout his life.
Even if he only saw a surgical incision, even if he only heard a name, at this moment, Mo Huaizhi was extremely sure that she was back.
His God is finally back!
No matter how much people outside spread rumors that she disappeared or died, and no matter how much evidence of her death was found, Mo Huaizhi always believed that she would come back.
How could a person who was so bright and shining, like the scorching sun and the bright moon, who was so otherworldly and beyond common sense, who was so powerful and invincible, die so easily?
She was just away temporarily.
Sure enough, she came back...
Mo Huaizhi's fingers hidden in the protective suit kept tightening, and his neatly trimmed nails left shallow marks on his palms, which brought back his sanity from his various emotions.
He raised his hand and pointed at the knife wound on Mr. Sheng's chest, and said calmly, "Can't you see it?"
These words were said to Liang Jiebo.
Liang Jiebo came back to his senses from the shock and subconsciously looked in the direction of Mo Huaizhi's finger. This time, he really found something wrong.
The incision on Mr. Sheng’s chest is different from ordinary surgical incisions. It seems... not so straight?
In the perception of most people, surgery requires stability, accuracy and ruthlessness.
The cleaner and smoother the movements, the better.
Not only ordinary people, but Liang Jiebo also thought so more than ten years ago.
It was not until later that he witnessed Mo Huaizhi's swordsmanship with his own eyes.
At first glance, he seems to be no different from other doctors, but if you slow down your movements, you can find that with each of his cuts, there are many deflections so tiny that they are almost imperceptible.
The surgery follows the skin texture as much as possible, which significantly shortens the recovery period after surgery.
Also, when removing organs, he always manages to preserve as much intact part of the organ as possible, minimizing the risk and increasing the success rate.
It was also after that time that he regarded Mo Huaizhi as his idol and continued to learn from him.
But more than ten years have passed, and he still hasn't fully mastered the deflection method and coherent skills of the Thirteen Deadly Blades. The incisions he made are only uglier than usual, with no obvious improvement in effect.
Not like the knife edge in front of me.
The cut remains smooth after suturing, but if you look closely you can see a slight deflection.
This is……
"Thirteen fatal blows!" Liang Jiebo was shocked and blurted out five words.
After saying this, he felt it was impossible and subconsciously shook his head in denial: "No, it can't be. Even the Chinese Medical Association and Jiuhe Hospital don't have anyone who can truly master the Thirteen Deadly Blades. Xie Xihe is only a few years old and has never even been in an operating room before. How could he possibly be able to use the Thirteen Deadly Blades?"
"It must be a coincidence..."
With Mo Huaizhi's usual character, when he encounters such a self-deceiving person, he will at most glance at the other person and will not even bother to say a word.
But the person who repeatedly denied, questioned, and even mocked him was Xie Xihe, his belief.
Even someone as indifferent as Mo Huaizhi couldn't pretend not to hear anything.
He glanced at Liang Jibo calmly and said in a very calm voice, "That's why I say she is a god. How can a genius god be measured by common sense?"
Pointing at Old Master Sheng, he said, "Thirteen fatal cuts. You successfully performed a surgery that you thought had a success rate of less than 10%. The facts are right in front of you. Are you so unwilling to admit it, Doctor Liang?"
He raised his brown eyes calmly, his expression unmoved. But the words he spoke were like a sharp sword piercing Liang Jibo's heart. He asked, "Doctor Liang is unwilling to admit that Doctor Xie has mastered the Thirteen Deadly Blades, or that he is simply more skilled and superior than you?"
Liang Jiebo's pupils trembled violently, and he took two steps back uncontrollably.
He said with a pale face, "I... I didn't. I just spoke the truth and gave what I thought was the most reasonable explanation..."
Mo Huaizhi's gaze fell on the monitoring instrument beside the bed. The heart rate displayed on it was low but stable, and even the blood pressure remained within a normal range. He said, "This is the fact. This is what should be discussed based on facts. Understand?"
Liang Jiebo's face turned pale and he finally became speechless.
It was only then that he suddenly realized something... He seemed to have offended Professor Mo without realizing it...
Liang Jiebo simply couldn't understand it. He was clearly someone invited by the hospital, and he seemed quite normal at the beginning. Why did he start blaming him and defending Xie Xihe as they were talking?
Just because the other party used the Thirteen Deadly Swords?
For a moment, Liang Jiebo didn't know whether he was more angry, jealous, or worried and afraid?
There are still more than two months until this year's National Medical Association Senior Member selection day. If I get eliminated because I offended Professor Mo...
Liang Jiebo felt extremely regretful.
I dare not say another word.
Only then did Mo Huaizhi give up.
On the other side, Sheng Yunzhou finally found an opportunity to speak. He quickly moved in front of Mo Huaizhi and asked in a low voice, "So my grandfather is sure everything is fine?"
Mo Huaizhi glanced at him: "Yeah."
Considering that the other party was a patient treated by his boss, Mo Huaizhi glanced at his assistant and gave his contact information to Sheng Yunzhou: "This is a private number. If you have any questions, you can contact me at any time."
Sheng Yunzhou: “…”
To be honest, I'm a little flattered.
Everyone knows that Professor Mo of Spine Surgery comes and goes like the wind. Whether he accepts surgery depends entirely on his personal preference. In recent years, he has almost only given lectures and has not entered the operating room.
But now I gave him my personal contact information. This, this, this...
But: "Let's not bother Professor Mo. Didn't you say that Aunt Xie also knows your Thirteen Deadly Blades? If there are any problems, I can just ask her to come over and take a look."
If you can solve the problem yourself, there's no need to bother others and owe them favors, right?
Mo Huaizhi paused, "Thank you, little aunt?"
"Oh." Sheng Yunzhou reacted and explained, "It's Doctor Xie Xihe who performed the surgery on my grandfather. Their family and ours are old friends, so based on seniority, I have to call her aunt."
After a pause, he couldn't help but chuckled twice: "But it's only temporary. In two years, I should call you Auntie."
Two years is still a conservative estimate. In fact, looking at how anxious his uncle is now, Sheng Yunzhou may not even be able to wait a year.
Mo Huaizhi: “???”
Wait, there is too much information, he needs to take it slow.
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