Leave it to you? Xu Hai wanted to ask, Brother, where did your confidence and courage come from? Did Liang Jingru give it to you?
Cai Zixuan thought that Tycoon Jun was deliberately trying to liven up the atmosphere, so he chuckled and supported him. But immediately, he felt that it was not dignified enough and quickly shut his mouth.
"Be steady!" Professor Gu reprimanded angrily. Gu Jun was getting carried away again. "That's not how you hold a scalpel. Be careful not to cut yourself."
When everyone heard this, they paid attention to the way Gu Jun held the scalpel. His right thumb and index finger casually pinched the handle. Of course, this was not a professional gesture.
"I know, but I'm not ready to use a scalpel yet."
Gu Jun put the scalpel back on the instrument tray on the stage and picked up a pair of dissecting scissors.
Dissection did not only use a scalpel. Dissecting forceps, dissecting scissors, vascular forceps, retractors, and other instruments were equally important. The only thing that mattered was the operation.
Gu Jun leaned over to look at the cadaver on the stage. The shadowless lamp above shone brightly. The skin on the back of the deformed left hand had been peeled off. Although most of the black fluid had flowed away, what should have been a pale yellow superficial fascia was now black. The superficial veins and cutaneous nerves could not be seen clearly, only faintly visible.
To separate such fine tissue, dissecting scissors were needed.
"This layer should be the superficial fascia," Gu Jun said his own judgment, his voice low. "It's just that it's stacked together."
"Stacked together?" Wang Ruoxiang was slightly startled. She moved closer to get a better look. After what he said, it did look like...
Gu Jun had just seen it. The normal superficial fascia of the back of the hand was a loose, soft, and thin layer, which was conducive to skin movement. However, this deformed hand seemed to be a whole layer of superficial fascia that was twisted and overlapped into a ball. The extra space was filled with black fluid.
"Oh?" Professor Gu frowned. With the help of the light, he could see that this kid had some ideas. Sometimes, medicine needed such ideas...
Wang Ruoxiang leaned in close to Gu Jun, so close that she was almost plastered to his body. He caught a whiff of a rare fragrance amidst the thick stench of dead bodies. However, he had something to say to her. "Monitor, can you move away? You're blocking my way." He really was blocking her way, or else he wouldn't have minded.
"Oh." Wang Ruoxiang immediately moved away a little, but not too far away. Her dark eyes were still fixed on the autopsy table.
Xu Hai and the others seemed to have seen a big bad wolf eating meat without eating meat.
Gu Jun no longer cared about whether the people around him were suspicious or surprised. He focused on holding the dissecting scissors with textbook gestures. His right thumb and ring finger (ring finger) were each inserted into a ring on the scissors handle. His middle finger was placed in front of the ring, and his index finger (index finger) was pressed against the axis of motion of the scissors to stabilize and orient the scissors.
It had been a while since he left the dissection table. It was not that he did not feel unfamiliar, but his hands had an unprecedented calmness.
All of his conscious memories and muscle memory that had been forged from his previous dissection practice were rapidly recovering at this moment.
Gu Jun calmed his breathing and used the dissecting scissors to slowly separate the superficial fascia from the back of his hand. As expected, under the superficial fascia, there was more black fluid covering the deeper structure. He said, "There's a lot of fluid. I don't think it's produced by a subcutaneous cyst."
He continued to use the dissecting scissors and vascular forceps to carefully dissect the venous network in the superficial fascia.
These tissues were very brittle. Gu Jun had already forgotten to blink. He pressed the scissors down skillfully, using the tip of the scissors to first open the fascia, and then gently picked out the veins.
Ah … Everyone felt a little dizzy and suffocated. The veins on the back of the hand were so detailed that they could tell just by looking at the green lines on the back of their own hands. Even when dissecting a normal human body, it was not easy to dissect them, let alone in such a tangled, messy, and deformed situation.
But Gu Jun's hands were very calm. He precisely sorted out and separated the blood vessels, neither breaking them nor cutting them.
The disorderly superimposed superficial fascia was slowly dredged by him!
What the hell … Xu Hai's mouth was wide open. Fortunately, he had a mask to cover it.
Zhang Haoran also looked like he had seen a ghost. He knew very well how difficult it was to deal with this deformed hand, and how much pressure one would feel when facing it. How could it be Gu Jun's turn?
Wait a minute, Wang Ruoxiang tried hard to sort out the current situation. Was Gu Jun's conception and governing vessels opened?
"Hmm?" Professor Gu's old eyes lit up. His heart felt like it had been hammered. It was like the feeling of first love. This kid was too calm. Facing such a deformity, he had the eyesight to notice the structure and the strength to dissect it. It was as if he had experienced it in the operating room.
The laboratory was still very quiet. Although everyone was surprised and excited, they did not allow themselves to make the slightest sound, for fear of disturbing Gu Jun's rhythm.
Gu Jun was immersed in dissecting. His gloves were stained with black fluid. He gradually felt that his hands were no longer his hands, but rather an automatic machine. The veins were no longer veins and did not belong to human tissue. They were hidden targets.
And his task was to pick them out.
This high level of concentration made him feel no soreness in his eyes, and his heart was clear.
He just kept on picking, and picking...
After a while, Gu Jun successfully dissected the venous network on the back of the hand! Except for Professor Gu, everyone was a little stunned. This was not a student's skill.
"The left hand of this corpse is indeed a human hand." Gu Jun remained focused and judged, "The veins are still there. Its deformity is like these structural tissues have been forcibly twisted together..."
Gu Jun's words were very enlightening. Everyone felt that they had found a way to understand this deformed hand.
The humerus of the arm and the radius of the forearm seemed to have been twisted together to form such a strange shape.
But this little bit of possible correct understanding had also dragged them into a deeper unknown shadow. Could this really be a congenital deformity or some kind of acquired abnormality? What kind of disease in the world would cause such a pathology?
"Well..." Professor Gu pondered, "Gu Jun, your idea is very good. What do you think? Tell me."
Xu Hai and the others did not have any thoughts about this deformed hand, but they did have some thoughts about Gu Jun. Was this guy really Tycoon Jun? Probably not.
Gu Jun was about to continue dissecting when he found a new prompt in his mind.
[Current dissection completion: 1%. Current remaining time: 71: 02: 46]
This corpse did indeed meet the requirements of the mission. He looked at the prompt bar and thought to himself, Just now, Wang Ruoxiang and Zhang Haoran did not even have 0.1% completion when they cut the skin on the back of the hand. This meant that other people's operations would not be counted, only his own dissection would count.
Dissecting the venous network on the back of the hand was already 1%. It seemed that the requirements for the degree of dissection were not at an abnormal level.
He looked at the remaining time of the mission. Almost an hour had passed! Although most of the time in this hour was used for transportation and preparation work, the 72-hour time limit was still very tight because people needed to eat, drink, and rest.
Especially dissection, the longer the duration, the more tired the body and mind would be. The slower the dissection, the easier it was to make mistakes.
Let's hurry up. At most, we'll just drink a carton of Red Bull.
Gu Jun put away his thoughts and once again leaned over to the deformed hand on the stage, dissecting the superficial branch of the radial nerve and the dorsal branch of the ulnar nerve...
Everyone had been watching closely. Gu Jun used practical actions to prove that his performance just now was not a coincidence. His hands kept on cutting and sliding.
Cai Zixuan could not help but sigh with emotion. This young man was talented! Tycoon Jun was indeed talented. He had caught up from the very beginning.
"Maybe it's just that the scissors are smooth?" Xu Hai was still secretly hoping for a fluke. He had always regarded himself as the third best dissecter in the group. For operations that required a lot of strength, such as dissecting bones, he was better than Wang Ruoxiang. So when it came to the competition, he would definitely be the main force. But now, Gu Jun...
On the other side, after finishing this step, Gu Jun put down the dissecting scissors, picked up the scalpel, and used a pen to remove the residue on the back of the wrist.
The more everyone watched, the more they began to doubt life... Gu Jun's scalpel was also smooth and steady. He was already in tears from the stinging formalin, and the sound of his breathing had become very loud. But whether it was repair, incision, or removal, his hands were as steady as an old dog.
Xu Hai was finally discouraged and let out a long sigh. He really could not compare.
At this time, He Yuhan looked at Gu Jun again. That side profile. Oh, why did she suddenly feel that he was so handsome? Ruoxiang did not like this style, but she liked it...
"Good, good." Professor Gu praised softly. His old face was a little red because of surprise and excitement. He knew that he had not misjudged him.
Little Gu's hands were worth a lot of money in the surgery department!
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