The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 297 When a native meets a book-wearing girl [5]

"..." Zhang Binghua recalled the scene at that time again, and the tips of his ears turned red. …It’s just that I was so careless at the time, I only focused on the effect of the potion, and left the real beauty aside.

Shen Langguang could tell what he was thinking just by using his toes. He smiled softly and said, "I can't see. It's uncomfortable after all. It's useless even if I put on a prosthetic eye.... Can you just replace me with a good pair of eyes?" Is it?"

Zhang Binghua frowned: "The current technology can't exchange for real eyeballs, besides... who is willing to donate their own eyes."

It is a huge project to connect the densely packed nerves and blood vessels on the eyeball one by one, and the current technical level is not up to it.

Shen Lang just mentioned it casually, and didn't really place any hope on it.She can perform eye replacement surgery on others, but she cannot do it on herself. ...If the doctor does not heal himself, it will make people laugh to death if it is spread out.

"Is it possible to enucleate the eyeballs now?" She stretched out her hands slowly, "If possible, just take me there."

Zhang Binghua nodded slightly and picked her up.After all kinds of inhuman torture, she was so light that she was as thin as skin and bones.The bones on Hao's wrist are protruding, covered by snow-white and crystal-clear skin, and the veins of blood vessels are clearly visible.

...

"Do you really want to remove the eyeballs?"

She hummed.

A simple enucleation operation can be completed in less than half an hour, and Zhang Binghua can still do it.

He originally wanted to secretly anesthetize her, but because of the sudden operation, he did not prepare enough lidocaine, so he could only perform superficial anesthesia, and the pain in the retrobulbar and conjunctiva could not be anesthetized at all.

Of course Shen Lang knew about his small movements, her eyes were obviously in pain, but there was a warm feeling from the tip of her heart, which made her chest feel warm and tight.

Eyelid speculum, corneal scissors, iris scissors... The feeling of these things swarming to greet the eyeball is not good at all. The eyeball is being pulled out alive, and the pain is so painful that she is about to die.Zhang Binghua's actions didn't look like a pure rookie, but they were in the same place - he wanted to relieve Shen Lang's pain, but his immature technique still seemed to cause her pain.

He glanced at the various surgical equipment aside, feeling a headache for this kind of technical work for the first time.

Sensing the change in his mood, Shen Lang let out a deep breath, forced down the piercing pain, and guided him calmly: "Listen to me...have you seen the curved blood vessel clamp? Pick it up...clamp the optic nerve behind the ball 2 minutes…"

"Then...then..." The pain from the tearing eye spread, causing her heart to twitch and convulse, and she was almost speechless, "...find the stump of the medial rectus tendon, and pull the eyeball up...!"

"..." Zhang Binghua tried his best to control his hands more steadily, picked up the optic nerve scissors, took a deep breath, and slowly explored——

Cut her optic nerve.

An eyeball full of blood was taken out, and as the involved tissues were cut off one after another, he quickly picked up the hot and humid gauze to fill the eye socket to stop the bleeding...

Shen Lang considered that he might not know how to sew, so he said to him intimately: "Find a video and sew according to it. You can sew as you like, don't have psychological pressure."

Then Zhang Binghua started his stitching process carefully——During the period, Shen Lang gave pointers from time to time, but nothing major went wrong.

After the gauze was filled for support, the bandage was applied.

At this point, an operation is considered complete.

Although it is not a good job, it is already a very good level for a genius in other fields like Zhang Binghua.

Shen Lang swallowed a handful of painkillers without saying a word, and after a while, he smiled and said: "... I'm sorry to trouble you."

Her eyes were wrapped in bandages, only the lower half of her face was exposed, her lips were lightly pink, the tip of her nose was upturned, the bridge of her nose was straight, and her chin was a cold white tone of jade. quick.

But only she knew that her nerves had been completely numb—after the intense convulsions, there was only endless exhaustion left.

"You are great, I feel pain just looking at this operation."

"That's an honor," she said with a leisurely smile, "If I hadn't been hurt a few times, I wouldn't have hated some people to the bone."

Zhang Binghua had never heard her say anything about himself, this was the first time.

After carrying her back to the room, he poured two glasses of water, one in her hand to warm her hands, and one for himself. He sat opposite her and asked with a smile, "If you don't mind, I'd be happy to make a tree hole." .”

Shen Lang followed the voice and faced him, his lips curved slightly coldly, and said softly: "...that's a long story."

Zhang Binghua's brows twitched slightly, and he narrowed his eyes suddenly: "I remember that boy said...you will tell me all the truth."

"What do you think, I want to hear your thoughts first."

"The operation of this world is extremely unreasonable—it violates the rules of the universe everywhere. This is just my guess."

Shen Lang's pink and soft lips were slightly raised, and his voice was mellow and brisk, "What a smart guy. It's a pity...I can't say too much, it will reveal the secret..."

Zhang Binghua's Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, his eyes deepened a little, "You just need to tell me, how true or false my guess is."

She hugged the cup with a smile, and said inexplicably: "If you think it's true, then of course it is true."

As he spoke, he fumbled for a piece of paper from the pocket of his pajamas and handed it to him, "I can't write, so I can only use dots and small horizontal lines to express."

Zhang Binghua took it in a daze, gently rubbed the paper with his white fingertips, squinted his eyes, and saw a few lines of traces on it——

Morse code.

In the blink of an eye, the thoughts in his mind exploded, but he was forced to swallow the shock, carefully folded the paper carefully, and put it in the pocket of his shirt.

Raising his eyes, he met Shen Lang with a dazzling smile.

He closed his eyes thoughtfully, his thin lips moved slightly, "...I see."

Shen Lang smiled nonchalantly: "Want to hear my story?"

Zhang Binghua now has a great grasp of the so-called truth in this world, and he nodded and said, "Of course."

He really wanted to know what brought such a girl down to where she is today.

Shen Lang didn't let him down either, his soft voice began to gently tell the original owner's past stories, from her cruel parents to her hypocritical step-sister.

The more he listened, the more pitiful the little girl became.

But every time his eyes fell on her face, he couldn't help being in a trance.

Her tone was calm and gentle, as if she was telling someone else's life.He also couldn't help having an illusion: maybe she had nothing to do with this world, otherwise how could he calmly recall it with the attitude of a bystander?

…Finally, he couldn't resist asking a stupid question.

(End of this chapter)