National Juggernaut

Chapter 115 Surgery
The principle of Wu Sanjun's surgery is extremely simple.

The balance in the body is lost, the infinite stomach of the psychic organ is too strong, and it even starts to interfere with other parts of the body, and the brain and soul are oppressed and become accessories instead.

Then, you only need to remove the stomach. At least, cut off the connection between the stomach and other areas in a short time.

But cutting alone is not enough. Now the stomach is similar to the function of the brain, even a part of the soul is placed in it, and it can be cut at will. The brain leaves the body and dies instantly.

"So, our goal is to cut off a part, then suppress his stomach function for a period of time, let his body re-balance, and then gradually untie the stomach. In the middle, it is impossible to use general anesthesia at the conscious level Yes, you must stay awake the whole time, and your psionic energy must always be within the control of your consciousness."

"Don't worry, I knew it a long time ago. Come on, I'm never afraid of pain."

Wu Sanjun was lying on the operating bed, his body was tightly restrained, but there was a smile on his mouth. He had waited long enough for this day.

She Xiangling shook her head. After so many years of practice, she never counted on promises from patients, let alone promises from men, heh.

"These two bottles of medicine, one bottle is to suppress your regeneration function, and the other bottle is a super anesthetic, which will make you completely lose the pain sensation in a short period of time, but will not lose consciousness."

As she spoke, she took out the medicine bottle and poured it down.

At the time of the introduction, She Xiangling's title was Doctor of Medicine, an authority on psychic alchemy and biopharmaceuticals, and these were the alchemy potions she had only prepared.

That's right, alchemy. When most of the chemical industry is finished together, human beings will naturally lose the foundation and extension of chemical agents. The convenient era of buying a bottle of cold medicine and stomach medicine for a few dollars is gone forever.

The new medical system is based on a brand-new design. In order to fight against the wounds caused by psionic attacks and high-dimensional strikes, theoretically, there must be an equivalent "healer".

Conventional agents that cannot be further processed into chemical synthesis and only activate the properties of materials have long been unable to meet the needs of actual combat.

In order to obtain a potion with excellent effects, it is necessary to add a high-dimensional interference program on the basis of the principle of conformity and the taste of the material. That's right, it is still the four spirits.

And because of the inevitable randomness and black box factors, many people simply call the psionic medicine of the new era as psionic alchemy.

Perhaps, use another way of thinking to better understand the one-off "Four Spirits Gambling Blade".

Or, more bluntly, gambling on drugs!
But fortunately, the low-level alchemy potion itself does not have a soul. As long as the materials and processing procedures are correct, all that is needed is the high-dimensional interference of the four spirits in the last step, and the success rate is relatively high.

The bet is more like an upper limit and additional effects and side effects!
The first batch of brown "anti-regeneration potion" was poured, and Wu Sanjun immediately changed color, his whole body turned brownish yellow, and there was a faint rotten stench.

"Ugh, that's gross, I think."

"Hold it, let the medicine enter your stomach. Absolutely don't vomit. If you can't help it, I will refill the vomit into your mouth."

Once in the operating room, Dr. Snake acted like a tyrant.

As he spoke, the scalpel was slashed across Wu Sanjun's hand, and blood gushed out directly.

She was sure that the regeneration had stopped, so she nodded in satisfaction and started the next part.

"Assistant, from now on, I need you to draw the surgical line for me, and you need to be as precise as possible."

"Reassurance, precision, has always been my specialty."

Zheng Li also started, the metal finger dipped into the ink bottle, and then steadily drew a line on Wu Sanjun's stomach.

The internal organs of Wu Sanjun have long been mutated, and all kinds of organs are entangled with the stomach as the core. Randomly using the knife will cause a series of evil consequences.

He draws very slowly, every step is calculating the survival rate of Wu Sanjun.
Halfway through the painting, Zheng Li stopped and took a breath.

Mental power, psionic energy, and concentration are consumed simultaneously. Every step down, there must be no slack, it is a hundred times more tiring than drawing a bow.

The psychic energy was being drained faster than expected, which he knew was abnormal.

Zheng Li suspects that his medical accumulation is not enough, so the result of "death" will be all "death", and he can only repeatedly predict deviations.

He even remembered that when he was just practicing archery, it was also that the consumption of this ability was too much to bear if he used it casually.

"It's best to lay a good foundation first. Is this the best auxiliary ability to be used as an icing on the cake?"

Therefore, he could only stop and go, and mark numbers on it from time to time, which reminded himself of the depth of the knife and the limit of death.

"Come on, I feel like a fish on a chopping board."

"Shut up, or I'll give you a mouthful of paralyzing venom."

The poisonous snake flickered past Wu Sanjun's head, and the shark obediently shut up.

The tyrant in the operating room focused on Zheng Li's precise marking, and his rarely opened snake eyes were full of surprise and shock.

"...This is really amazing! Someone who has never studied medicine can actually touch the border between life and death. This hand, without special training, how could it be so accurate. Uh, sorry, I am a little too excited."

Ms. Snake took a step back cautiously, continued to observe the surgical line drawn by Zheng Li, took out various human body drawings, and began to adjust the final surgical plan.

This procedure alone took more than two hours of tossing, the two healers were covered in sweat, and a certain patient lay like a dead fish.

Uh, don't get me wrong, he didn't really die, it's just that the effect of the anti-regrowth potion has expired. To continue predicting the effect of the operation, he had to drink four more bottles!
Due to the diminishing efficacy of the medicine itself, the armed forces still have a mess of resistance and immunity, and the dosage of the medicine is getting heavier and heavier.

He is now lying on the operating bed bored, the vomit reaches his throat several times and is swallowed again, he is so nauseated that he wants to die.

This process was more troublesome than expected. Wu Sanjun's body was too messy. It was really difficult to avoid the twisted core organs and accurately open the upper passage of the stomach.

Finally, after drawing the last line, the two showed expressions of relief, and the initial preparation stage for the operation was considered over.

"Uh, is it over, I'm a little hungry."

Wu Sanjun, who was so nauseated that he fainted and woke up again, opened his mouth and saw the familiar medicine bottle and smell.

Gulu, Gulu, he didn't want to eat at all.

But this time, after taking two bottles of medicine, he felt like he lost consciousness. Is it a strong anesthetic?
"let's start."

No way, now, just start?
Wu Sanjun closed his eyes, I don't want to look at the head office.

But some things can't be solved without seeing. Without sight and touch, hearing will be more acute.

"Points A to C, six centimeters, be careful, the heart is underneath, if you cut it, it will be gone."

"There is fluid in the abdominal cavity, and the catheter is sucked out. Do you have a tube? Uh, I seem to have forgotten to buy a rabbit! Take a tube and send it to the reception room on the first floor! There should be one in the toilet! The one in the water tank!"

"Uh, you cut two centimeters deep and you're bleeding internally. Let me see how you can fix it."

As agreed, the more skilled Dr. Snake became Zheng Li's "automatic scalpel" and began to complete the step-by-step procedure.

But the disembowelling was just the beginning. When the target appeared in front of the doctor, both of them gasped subconsciously.

"Uh, is this still a stomach? They have grown facial features, and the eyes and mouth look a little familiar, similar to those of Wu Sanjun. Fortunately, the anesthetic has taken effect, otherwise it would become fussy and be finished."

While Zheng Li was terrified, Dr. Snake directly took out a bottle of anesthetic, and quickly injected it obliquely into the surface of the stomach.

In an instant, the facial features became more sleepy.

"Go ahead, draw the line."

This time, it is the line of the second operation, specifically how to cut the stomach.

Cut less, meaningless.

Cut too much, just hang up.

But no one knows how much is just right, or even whether this theoretical balance point really exists.

Try again and again?no chance.

Under normal circumstances, this is completely unsolvable, but Zheng Libu is different.

"Uh, it's okay to fail!"

The silvery white rapier flicked slowly, and everything returned to calm, including the blood column that soared half a meter high.

"Rabbit, from now on, as long as I use the retrospective ability of 'Meng', you will use 'Ling' to kill those pigs."

After the pipe was delivered, the rabbit who was kept from leaving became a non-staff assistant to help Zheng Li harvest the time of the sacrifice.

One knife, come again.

Another knife, come back.

Go on, I don't believe it.

Uh. How much is it?
For just one division, it took more than half an hour to toss, tried countless knives, and the tied pigs were not enough, so Hu Yisaki went to the market to quickly buy a batch of live animals.

But in this constant trial, Dr. Snake is also constantly correcting Zheng Li's knife skills and surgical habits. Not every medical student has so many "general teachers" to do anatomy exercises, let alone a top authority on the spot. Zheng Li, whose teaching and learning abilities are already amazing, has grown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The "general teacher" himself has also changed from listening carefully to being insensitive. Now his face is covered with a black cloth and he doesn't move at all.

Time is ticking, it is already late at night, and the dawn is not long.

Before the one-time success, Zheng Li encountered an expected unsolvable problem
"Psychic energy is insufficient, we must slow down. Uh, what is this, so sweet. Oh, Qiu Qiuguo!"

Bite off the fruit stuffed into his mouth, and the sweetness dissipated, which shocked Zheng Li.

But more importantly, he did feel that his spiritual energy was beginning to recover!
"I brought it here. I think it can be used. It will be an ordinary fruit in two days. Let's work hard."

Now that he has made up his mind to save people, Dr. Snake is not stingy at all, and he doesn't even plan to seek reimbursement from the patient.

All she cares about now is whether she can save this person, and whether she can complete this theoretically impossible operation!

"This mouthful is worth tens of thousands."

Zheng Li thought about messy things in his mind, but he didn't stop the movements of his hands.

Time and time again, when the bystanders felt hopeless, Zheng Li stopped suddenly.

"It's done!"

Outside, it was already daylight, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But that doesn't mean it's over.

"Next, the consciousness and balance of the body will be gradually restored, Wu Sanjun, during this process, you have to stay sober and tough, tell your own body and organs, who is the real master!"

Dr. Snake's words echoed in the temporary operating room.

Wu Sanjun was still unable to move, but in his opened pupils was the firmest will.

"The survival rate of 71% is higher than expected."

Picking up the water bottle tiredly, Zheng Li poured clean water directly on his head to make himself more comfortable.

"Oh, my luck has been bad."

Zheng Li shook his head.

"You misunderstood, my ability is not luck. The foreseeable future is not unchangeable. In fact, I predict the future in order to actively change the future and guide the future into a comedy with a happy end (good ending). Heh, Tragedy, haven't you seen enough?"

After wiping his face with clean water, Zheng Li shook his head, stepped forward again, and picked up the scalpel.

"Wu Sanjun, stay awake. If you feel uncomfortable there, tell me immediately. Dr. Snake, do you still have drugs for intervention and local anesthesia? Surgery is also possible. We can cut some overactive psychic tissues."

(End of this chapter)