Master Sheng, Ma’am, She Became Popular All Over the World with Her Fortune-telling Skills

A man who created the deadly thirteen knives known as a miracle at the age of seventeen.

A person who perfectly integrated Chinese and Western medicine and created a new medical school.

A person who is superb in alchemy and has saved countless lives.

A person who has achieved unimaginable achievements in all walks of life.

How is it not a god?

In Mo Huaizhi's heart, she is a god.

It is the god he looks up to and chases, and spends his life trying to get close to.

Even if he only saw the incision of an operation, even if he only heard a name, but at this moment, Mo Huaizhi was extremely sure that she was back.

His god is finally back!

No matter how many outsiders rumored that she disappeared and died, and no matter how many evidences of her death were found, Mo Huaizhi always firmly believed that she would definitely come back.

How could such a person who was as bright as the scorching sun and the moon, who was so transcendent and unfathomable by common sense, and so invincibly powerful, die so easily.

She just left for a while.

Sure enough, she came back...

Mo Huaizhi's fingers covered in the protective clothing kept tightening, and the manicured and flat nails left shallow marks on the palms. With a slight pain, he recalled his rationality immersed in various emotions.

He raised his hand and pointed at the knife edge on Old Master Sheng's chest, and said softly, "Can't you see it?"

This was said to Liang Jibo.

Liang Jibo recovered from the shock, and subconsciously looked along Mo Huaizhi's fingers. After looking at it, he really found something wrong.

The incision on Mr. Sheng's chest is different from the general surgical incision, it seems... not so straight?

In most people's cognition, surgery pays attention to a steady, accurate and ruthless operation.

The crisper and sharper your movements, the better.

Not only ordinary people, Liang Jibo also thought so ten years ago.

It wasn't until later that he witnessed Mo Huaizhi's saber technique with his own eyes.

At first glance, it seems that he is no different from other healers, but when he slows down his movements, he can find that there are many deflections that are so small that they are almost imperceptible.

The knife falls along the texture of the skin to the greatest extent, and the postoperative recovery period is significantly shortened.

And when removing organs, he can always keep as much of the intact part of the organ as possible to minimize the risk and increase the success rate.

It was also after that time that he regarded Mo Huaizhi as an idol and kept learning from him.

But more than ten years have passed, and he still hasn't fully mastered the deflection method and coherent technique of Thirteen Deadly Knives. The cuts he made, apart from being uglier than usual, have no obvious improvement in effect.

It's not like the knife edge in front of you.

The stitched opening remains flat, but a slight deflection can be found upon closer inspection.

This is……

"Thirteen deadly swords!" Liang Jibo's heart was shaken, and he blurted out five words.

After saying that, he thought it was impossible, and subconsciously shook his head in denial: "No, it won't, even the National Medical Association and Jiuhe Hospital didn't really master the thirteen knives. Xie Xihe was only a few years old. If you haven’t entered before, how can you use Thirteen Killing Knives?”

"It must be a coincidence..."

With Mo Huaizhi's usual character, when he met this kind of self-deceiving person, he would only glance at him at most, and he didn't even bother to say a word.

But the person on the other side who repeatedly denied, questioned, and even taunted was Xie Xihe, and it was his belief.

Even if he was as indifferent as Mo Huaizhi, he couldn't pretend that he didn't hear anything.

He glanced at Liang Jibo lightly, and said in a very calm voice, "So I say she is a god, how can a genius be measured by common sense?"

Pointing at Old Master Sheng with his fingertips: "Thirteen cuts to your life, you have successfully performed an operation that you think has a success rate of less than 10%. The fact is in front of you. Is Dr. Liang so unwilling to admit it?"

He lightly raised his eyes, but there were no waves in his brown eyes, but what he said pierced Liang Jibo's heart like a sharp sword, and said: "What Dr. Liang doesn't want to admit is whether Dr. Xie has mastered the thirteen deadly knives, or is it the other party?" Better than you?"

Liang Jibo's pupils trembled violently, and he took two steps back uncontrollably.

With a pale face, he said: "I... I didn't, I just talked about the facts and explained what I think is the most reasonable..."

Mo Huaizhi's eyes fell on the detection equipment beside the hospital bed. The heart rate displayed on it was low but stable, and even the blood pressure was always kept within a normal range. It's about facts, understand?"

Liang Jibo's face turned pale, and he was finally speechless.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized something... He seemed to have offended Professor Mo unknowingly...

Liang Jibo couldn't figure it out at all, he was obviously invited by the hospital, and he was quite normal at the beginning, how could the other party start to criticize him and defend Xie Xihe?

Just because the opponent used thirteen deadly knives?

For a moment, Liang Jibo didn't know whether he was more angry, jealous, or more worried?

There are still more than two months until this year's selection day for the senior members of the National Medical Association. If you are dismissed because you offended Professor Mo...

Liang Jibo felt remorse in his heart.

I dare not say another word.

Mo Huaizhi just gave up.

Sheng Yunzhou on the other side finally found a chance to speak, and hurriedly approached Mo Huaizhi, lowered his voice and asked, "So my grandfather is sure he's okay?"

Mo Huaizhi glanced at him: "Yes."

Seeing that the other party was a patient treated by his boss, Mo Huaizhi glanced at his assistant, and gave Sheng Yunzhou his contact information: "Personal phone, if you have any questions, the old man can contact me at any time."

Sheng Yunzhou: "..."

It's a bit flattering to be honest.

Who doesn't know that Professor Mo of Spine Surgery comes and goes like a breeze, and whether he accepts surgery depends on his personal preference. In recent years, he has almost only lectured and never entered the operating room.

But now he gave him his personal contact information, this...

But: "Let's not bother Professor Mo. Didn't you say that Aunt Xie would kill you with thirteen knives? If there is any problem, I can just ask her to come and see."

There's no need to trouble others for favors that can be solved by oneself, right?

Mo Huaizhi paused with his fingertips: "Auntie Xie?"

"Oh." Sheng Yunzhou came to his senses and explained, "It's Xie Xi and Dr. Xie who performed my grandfather's operation. Their family and our family are family friends, so I have to call her sister-in-law in terms of seniority."

After a pause, I couldn't help but chuckle twice: "But it's only temporary, after two years, I should change my name to Auntie."

Two years is still a conservative statement. In fact, Sheng Yunzhou may not even be able to wait for a year when he sees how anxious his uncle is now.

Mo Huaizhi: "???"

Wait, there is too much information, he has to slow down.

The addition is even more unable to add, so take it easy.

Good night today, I can hardly keep my eyes open

11.26 Supplement: I suddenly had a stomachache today, and I went to the hospital to go to the hospital. I haven’t started coding yet. Today’s update will be late at night, and there is a high probability that it will not be enough. After writing it, I will make it up next week before it arrives. Let me tell you in advance, don’t worry if you are waiting for the update~

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