Zheng Yi is an ethical doctor and will not extend the course of treatment just to cheat a few more mental recovery agents. He took about 40 seconds to cut off the connection between brain tumors and nerves and blood vessels, so as not to suddenly worsen after he took over.

The surface executive clearly felt the difference of the doctor, opened his turbid eyes and observed Zheng Yi's expression.

He found that this doctor was less than thirty years old and should still be a young man, with some innocence in his calmness. When he was concentrating on using his skills, he was immersed in it, without the slightest of money-infected vulgarity, as if he was carrying a holy light.

The old man made a judgment in his heart: he is different from those famous doctors.

In forty seconds, it's almost a small green bottle.

Even if Zheng Yi does not consider medical costs, he still needs to consider concealing his special physique. If other extraordinary people take small green bottles continuously, they will be poisoned. However, he has drunk two bottles in front of many people in the canned pot, so... forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Release the quilt and deal with the lymph and liver area." Zheng Yi went to get a tube and drank it directly in Kaifeng.

Very cool!

It feels like drinking a bottle of ice cream in the scorching heat.

The female nurse skillfully uncovered the quilt and treated the gun inside the quilt without any trace.

When Zheng Yi turned back, no one was embarrassed.

The old man's stomach was swollen and high. The tumor in the liver was as big as a child's fist. The liver capsule was pulled by tension and caused severe pain. It can be seen that the reason why the old man was not tortured by the pain was that the extraordinary person in the doctor sequence continued to give him [anthociasis].

"Well, there are necrotics that have been irritating the liver capsule." Zheng Yi gently pressed the liver area: "If it affects the diaphragm, is it painful for the shoulders and back?"

The old man said with a phlegm voice: "Yes."

"When it hurts, is it called anesthesia for the extraordinary?" Zheng Yi suddenly flashed a thought: Since the patient has great power, why can't he call a few extraordinary people to come for treatment?

If there are three or five doctors in Sequence 7, just brush with your eyes closed and you will be fine.

If there is an intermediate doctor in Sequence 6, he would have recovered long ago by hitting the [Sacred Healing].

The old man looked at the nurse sideways, and the nurse quickly helped him clear his phlegm.

"Yes, there is a treatment team serving Mr. Executioner." The middle-aged man holding a tuxedo in No. 8 answered for the elderly.

"Treatment group..." Zheng Yi first dissolved some liver tumors to relieve the pain in the liver capsule, and then said: "What sequence is it?"

The tuxedo looked at the executive officer, confirmed his eyes and replied:

"One-sequence 6, two-bit-sequence 7, and five-bit-sequence 8. They each have assistants for digital-sequence 9."

——Medical resources are indeed tilted towards economically developed regions, and the entire multiverse is the same.

Zheng Yi thought to himself.

"Mr. Fu Gaoyang also comes often." The executive said: "But it's useless."

Seeing Zheng Yi’s face was confused, the tuxedo explained: “Mr. Fu is an advanced supernatural person in Sequence 5.”

"Oh, that's amazing." Zheng Yi echoed.

The tuxedo was a little surprised: "Have you heard of Mr. Fu? He has a high reputation in the medical field."

"I am just a young doctor in the countryside. It's the first time I'm here in AVIC." Zheng Yi stopped discussing these gossips and focused on reducing liver tumors to the point where they do not affect the diaphragm.

"I can't finish it tonight." Zheng Yi said: "The shoulders and backs shouldn't hurt anymore."

The elderly executive was not sure if it was the cause of the anesthesia, but he felt much more comfortable. He said: "Appoint... Mr. Doctor and Mr. Du to live in the guest room on the fourth floor." After a pause, he said: "Tomorrow morning, arrange for the treatment team to meet with the doctor."

The tuxedo bowed and said, "Yes, sir." Then he said to Zheng Yi and Du Bin, "Two gentlemen, please go here."

Zheng Yi and Du Bin followed up with the old man's bedroom.

The tuxedo took Zheng Yi and the others into the elevator and went down one floor.

There is another style outside the elevator, simple and thick. The velvet carpet is embroidered with various colors of flowers, which is exquisite and beautiful. Zheng Yi is more sensitive to light and found that the ceiling and walls here are glowing, and there are no lights he understands.

"This is where Mr. Executives entertain the executives of the large area, deputy executives, and advanced extraordinary people above the 6th sequence." The tuxedo introduced in a humble and arrogant manner, which implies that Mr. Executives respect the doctor.

The two followed the tuxedo into the bedroom, which was very similar to the bedroom of the executive's old man, but there was a spacious living room in the middle and a suite on both sides.

Zheng Yi looked around and looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, which might be photos, and did not see the furnishings of the bar wine cabinet. It can be seen that people in this world have their own understanding of luxury. Fortunately, Zheng Yi doesn't care about those things. No matter how high-end he lives, he only uses the bed and bathroom.

The tuxedo put the No. 8 mental recovery agent on the coffee table and said, "Mr. Doctor, tomorrow's dose will be delivered at breakfast."

"Thank you." Zheng Yi said.

"If you don't mind - someone will prepare you for washing up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, breakfast will be delivered to you at 7:45, and meeting the members of the treatment team at 8:30." The tuxedo bowed slightly: "Is this arrangement suitable?"

Zheng Yi: "It's very suitable, thank you."

"If you have any needs, tea, drinks, snacks, meals, etc., please give me instructions directly." The tuxedo said: "Any need."

Zheng Yi happened to see the waitress standing at the door smiling at him. Yes, the waitresses here are all wearing small black silk skirts and off-shoulder gowns.

There was a moment when Zheng Yi thought a little too much.

"Pour me a glass of water first." Zheng Yi said: "Give me a glass of water when I wake me up tomorrow morning. It's the best forty-five degrees."

"Okay, sir." The tuxedo retreated to the door: "Then, good night for both."

Du Bin walked to the bedroom on the left and closed the door without saying anything.

Zheng Yi took the warm water from the waitress and returned to the bedroom, without forgetting to say "good night". He drank the warm water in the cup and tasted the sweetness of the clear water in his mouth.

When he walked into the bathroom, Zheng Yi was in a trance, as if he had traveled back to Earth.

Pure white porcelain glazed bathtub, shiny.

Turning the brass faucet, clean water gushed out.

Zheng Yi picked up the clear water and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

...

...

The next day.

Zheng Yi woke up and it took him three seconds to remember that he was in the Hangcheng.

The bed beneath him was so soft that he doubted life. The warm quilt wrapped him tightly, and the room was pitch black.

Less than a minute later, a slight rustling sound came from outside the bedroom door.

Soon, the door opened.

At the same time, the curtains in the bedroom are automatically opened, and the morning sun shines through the gauze curtains in front of the bed.
Chapter completed!