Hearing this, the little demon Bo who had been standing by the side put down the medical tweezers in his hand.
Like the housekeeper's grandfather, he also wore a white coat.
It's just that because of his small size, even if he is this size, his back will be empty when he wears it.
His height was only a little higher than the operating table, and he looked at Mo Bei: "Three months is enough, which means that after this World Series, you are no longer going to play games, are you?"
Mo Bei turned his face away. He was always extremely gentle when dealing with the little devil Bo. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "It's enough to win the World Series."
"For the championship?" Little Devil Bo's big eyes were dark without bottom: "Is it worth it to exchange one hand for a trophy?"
What echoed in Mo Bei's mind was the way his brother answered the phone at home at first.
He was trying to explain, he said: "I didn't do those things, I just wanted to play well..."
Her brother, who was so proud as fire, was trampled into the dust.
No one will think that they have hurt anyone.
God will spare a person, and none of the netizens will spare a person.
So even if her brother came back later, he had to retire because he wanted to save her.
Mo Bei would not insist on a right or wrong.
It's just that the battle she wants to fight is not over yet.
"That's not just a trophy." Mo Bei turned his head slightly, his outline was clear and beautiful: "An'an, others will persuade me to put it down, but you won't."
Little Devil Bo really won't, he just doesn't want to see this operation again.
He and Mommy went overseas to pick up people.
As early as that time, he knew how much sister Bei wanted to come back.
Back on the field, playing her favorite game.
But, he is just such a person who simply likes to play games.
I can't fight anymore...
When Brother Nan left, he said, "God, I will be sent away properly."
Will it be Sister Bei's turn in the future
Little Devil Bo turned and walked out of the operating room, and he could still receive notifications on his small smartphone.
The news on the Internet never stops.
He didn't bother to look any further.
His scumbag father disbanded the Imperial League, and it was probably because of this.
Pursue, stampede, substitute to pursue.
They don't care who is left in the middle.
tick tock...
time is ticking.
This surgery was impossible.
Mo Bei's hand has been injured for a long time, and because she has been preparing for the battle, she has never rested, plus the malicious one-on-seven match.
Even the housekeeper's grandfather, who performed the knife himself, was able to ensure that there would be no accidents along the way.
And for a period of time, anesthetics cannot be used, and it must be done in a awake state, which is a test of a person's perseverance and endurance.
Fortunately, it was Mo Bei.
The man who came back from the ice and snow.
Originally, there was constant tenacity in his bones.
The face on the operating table was extremely pale.
The jaw line was tight, but she didn't say a word, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and even at the end, she just smiled at the housekeeper grandpa and said thank you weakly.
Cannot compete after surgery.
Or wait until the World Series is over before doing surgery.
Let the hand have a certain recovery period, and there may be turning points.
pity.
No one ever gave the siblings a chance.
The housekeeper grandpa took off his mask and gloves.
Paramedics want to lift people.
The housekeeper's grandfather glanced at Qing Juan's figure on the hospital bed: "Let her sleep well, when she wakes up, it will be the battlefield."
(end of this chapter)