Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 891

In the private hospital in Ice city ₀

Simon, wearing a green surgical gown, came out of the hospital building. When he moved a little, his cervical vertebra would be painful. The sunshine outside was strong, so he had to narrow his eyes. Being muddled, he couldn't even remember how many days he had been back from Country S.

Beside him was a female nurse holding a medical clip. She reported to him while carefully observing his expression.

After telling the patient's condition and the operation arrangements in the afternoon, she couldn't help saying, "Dr. Chin, you have been working on the night shift and operation without rest for several consecutive days. If you continued to work like this, you would be sick. Why not rest for a few days?"

Simon had always been very dedicated and he was also the idol of all the people in the department of cardiac surgery. He was excellent both in his professional ability and in his sense of responsibility as a doctor. However, he forced himself to work like a machine day and night.

Simon used to be serious when he was working, and his colleagues were used to his attitude in the hospital. But this time when he came back from a short break, the female nurse felt that he became silent and lonely, without any energy...

Simon said lightly, "There's no need!"

No one knew that he had to rely on working non-stop to forget the pain.

After smoking the last mouthful of cigarette in his hand, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground. While grinding it with his leather shoe, he took a new one out of the cigarette box and lit it up. As the white smoke was spat out, he continued to say in a hoarse voice, "The patient who has just accepted the heart valve surgery in bed 22 must take medicine on time after waking up, otherwise, there's a risk of blood clots. Then check the blood coagulation, ahem, ahem..."

As he speaking, he suddenly couldn't help coughing violently.

Simon's cough was very serious. Not only did he bend his back, but also his hand with a cigarette kept shaking. It was a long time before he stopped coughing, and he frowned painfully.

When the nurse saw this, she couldn't help but persuade. "Dr. Chin, you... you'd better stop smoking, okay?"

Simon didn't throw the cigarette away, but asked, "Wylma, did the director come back from the meeting?"

"He's already back!" The nurse nodded.

"Mn." Simon replied indifferently.

His handsome and gaunt features were a little hazy behind the smoke, and his eyes were somewhat dim and deep. He seemed to be thinking about something and smoked one after another.

Ten minutes later, it was in the director's office.

Simon sat on a comfortable leather chair, with his white gown hanging down. In front of him, the tea cup on the desk was steaming, and the air was filled with the aroma of tea, but he didn't touch it.

He crossed his hands in front of his body. After a long silence, he said in a muffled voice, "Director, I want to participate in aid to Tbridge."

Six months later.

Although Country S was richer than other countries, there was still a huge gap between the rich and the poor. In the city, the rich lived in houses and villas, but most of the poor people were still in slums.

More than 30 kilometers away from the urban area, there were many slum area next to the highway.

It could not be called a house. In the distance, there were dense wooden sheds, which were casually built with some planks or iron sheets. The top was simply covered with a layer of plastic cloth, on which some stones were placed. Then it became a house to settle down.

"Click!"