Medical Saint Renhe

On the day the medical system came to me, I was being pointed at and scolded as a piece of trash by the iceberg goddess director who was a mesozoic. > The eyes above her mask were as cold as knives: "If you can't even perform aseptic operations well, get out of the operating room!" >The next second, the countdown to the rare pheochromocytoma crisis lurking in her body appeared before my eyes. > When all the experts in the hospital were helpless, I pressed with my bare hands to block the blood supply to the tumor. She fell into my arms in cold sweat. > When the International Society of Rare Diseases broadcast my original gene editing therapy to save patients with ALS, the world went crazy. > The goddess director held me under the shadowless lamp with red eyes: "Teach me... Or marry me." > I wiped the scalpel and chuckled: "Call the teacher first to listen?"