'How different are we from our ancestors? '
'In those moments of arrogance, stupidity, ignorance, and helplessness, how much of a difference do we make … '
Deep into the night, inside the surgery room at the Psychology Building at Eastern State Medical Department, a lobotomy was in progress.
The chief surgeon, Liu Chuanhong, as well as the anesthesiologist, first assistant, and second assistant around the operating table, heard the faint noise outside, but they all held their breath. Professor Lu Qiqing was in a state of total anesthesia, and the surgery had reached the stage of cutting off one side.
"Prepare to lobotomy." Liu Chuanhong ordered. The Ancient Seal Stone had been set up in the surgery room and the Ancient Seal Team was ready to deal with any sudden changes.
Sun Yuheng was the first assistant for this surgery. He, Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan joined Eastern State Phecda at the same time. He was a rare talent to be promoted to first assistant in such a short period of time. However, he was overshadowed by a few of his classmates and he lacked the talent to join the Spell Department.
Liu Chuanhong was holding the amputation tool as he slowly inserted it into the hole in Professor Lu's left skull. He was going to lobotomize the predetermined nerve fibers.
The sound of chaos outside grew louder. Suddenly, there was a boom, and the whole building shook. Even the shadowless lamp on the operating table swayed.
It was as if a giant earthquake had just happened.
The sounds of chaos became more and more intense. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Concentrated gunshots rang out.
Everyone at the operating table swayed because of the shock. Liu Chuanhong's right hand stopped, and the cutter in his hand almost deviated from the predetermined position to stab other parts of the brain. If that happened, it would inevitably cause unpredictable consequences, and the patient might never wake up again.
Cold sweat trickled down the main surgeon's forehead and onto his mask. The circulating nurse hurried to wipe it away. The main surgeon took a deep breath.
No one said anything. Their hearts raced and they could not help but waver.
"Continue the surgery, prepare to lobotomy." Liu Chuanhong ordered to calm everyone down. No matter what was happening outside, they had to focus on the surgery table before them.
Everyone ignored the rapid and intense gunshots outside and the building that was still slightly shaking. Liu Chuanhong aimed the cutter at the predetermined nerve fiber and pulled the tension bar on the handle of the cutter. There seemed to be a click, and the steel ring of the cutter popped out and rotated, completing the cut.
This was the first lobotomy for Professor Lu's frontal lobe. It was also the first experimental lobotomy for a patient with petrification.
There was a moment of silence in the operating theater. Nothing happened. There were no mental shockwaves or illusions.
Even the screens of the instruments monitoring Professor Lu's vital signs and brainwaves didn't show any changes. It was still relatively stable.
The medical staff and Ancient Seal personnel had no idea what this meant, but it usually meant … it was ineffective.
A trace of disappointment was spreading in their hearts. For example, during the Nightmare Illness, the lobotomy was effective because when the patient's nerve fibers were severed, the patient would release a mental shock. Therefore, during the initial stage of the lobotomy, Gu Jun had to stay in the surgery room alone to perform the surgery.
But now there was no reaction. Perhaps this meant that the connection between the patient with petrification and the abnormal energy did not lie in the cerebral lobe. Destroying this part would not cut off the connection.
However, at this moment, no one could be sure, and Professor Lu couldn't describe the changes in his symptoms.
Therefore, no matter what, the surgery had to continue. This surgery was like a train that had no time to stop. Once it left the platform, it would reach its destination.
"There is no abnormal reaction from the patient, no abnormalities." Liu Chuanhong gave his report and moved the cutter to the next predetermined location. "Continue the surgery."
At the same time, the gunshots outside did not stop. Suddenly, they heard an explosion. Their hearts squeezed, it was the sound of an artillery shell exploding. The communication speaker on the wall soon announced, "Please focus on the surgery, there is an invasion of abnormal energy outside, the situation is still under control."
Obviously, the command center also knew that the deafening sound of gunfire would definitely affect their mental state.
"It's Doctor Gu's statue." Liu Chuanhong told the rest. He gathered everyone's attention. "The enemy wants to destroy Doctor Gu's statue. Professor Lu is still waiting for us to complete the surgery. Doctor Gu's spirit will bless us with the success of the surgery. Continue the surgery! "
The group nodded. Sun Yuheng calmed himself down and continued his work as the first assistant.
Gu Jun was the kind of person who made him feel inferior. When he first heard about Gu Jun's death, he was shocked, regretful and sad.
Now Sun Yuheng was annoyed that he could not enter the Spell Department. But because of that, he had to fight his own battles. When Gu Jun faced the mental assault of the Nightmare Illness alone, it would not have been as easy as this. He could not let Eastern University get all the glory, he could not afford to lose the university's reputation.
Sun Yuheng's self-deprecation eased some of his nervousness and he focused on the surgery.
The sound of artillery shells exploding rang out again and again outside the building, but the vague noise of people didn't stop. Instead, it became faster and more chaotic.
Suddenly, they heard the first scream, but the scream stopped abruptly. Then, there were more shouts and gunshots …
Someone was sacrificed. The scream was the last echo of the victim before his death.
The defense line with Gu Jun's statue as the center was undoubtedly under heavy assault.
Liu Chuanhong pulled the lever on the handle of the amputation device again and cut off the second nerve fiber position. Soon, he finished cutting off the third nerve fiber position.
They did not even sigh in relief when they completed the lobe on this side of the brain. They started to close and suture the skull.
The night outside darkened and the commotion did not stop. A second scream followed, followed by a third …
A cacophony of screams, angry shouts, and crazed screams from an unknown number of people mixed together to form a sound wave.
It sounded like one of the defense lines had fallen. Those who were in the middle of the surgery had no idea what kind of enemy their colleagues were facing. They could only hear the roar of the flood and some indescribable noises.
Outside the surgery room was another world but inside the surgery room was another.
They stood by the surgery table, just like the soldiers at the defense line.
After they were done with the left side of the skull, they moved on to the right side. They turned Professor Lu around and started to cut open his scalp.
Soon, the whirring sound of the electric drill appeared again. Liu Chuanhong used the drill to punch a hole in Professor Lu's right skull. Bone fragments splattered everywhere.
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