"I'm not a professor. I'm just a doctor from Sea City General Hospital," Zheng Ren said honestly. "Lie down, there are only a few stitches left. Your wound is contaminated again, so I need to disinfect it again. "
This time, the patient did not scream as he disinfected the iodophor. He only hissed a few times before holding it in.
"Doctor Zheng, right? I thought you were a foreign professor."
"Why?"
"Because Old Mr. Wei's professor is said to be one of the best in the world. I didn't expect you to be so young."
Zheng Ren did not reply. He flicked his wrist lightly and a needle pierced through the wound, tying a knot.
Zheng Ren's hands were still trembling from the shock. The knot did not look good. He sighed, cut the knot, and sewed it again.
"Even if I'm wrong, Third Master can't be wrong." The patient was a chatterbox. Perhaps he wanted to talk to ease his nerves, so he continued, "I may be a nobody, but I know the heroes of Sea City. I didn't expect Third Master to know you. Looks like I made the right choice to come to Sea City General Hospital. "
Zheng Ren did not want to talk, nor did he know what to say. This kind of conversation did not suit him.
Soon, the last stitch was done. Zheng Ren neatly aligned the skin and said, "Alright, you can leave."
As he spoke, he took the surgical kit to the sink, turned on the tap water, and started rinsing the surgical tools.
Once the blood coagulated, it was difficult to wash it clean.
Therefore, the disinfection room strictly required surgical tools to be cleaned before they could be sterilized in the pressure cooker.
"Doctor … Doctor Zheng, can I go out with you?" the patient asked cautiously from behind Zheng Ren, his face pale.
Zheng Ren did not know what he would face once he left the room. After some thought, he asked, "Do I need to call the police?"
"Of course not." The patient grinned. "I'll have to go through this sooner or later. There's no need to call the police."
"Sure." Zheng Ren did not insist. He did not want to understand the rules of society, so he agreed.
Just as he was doing the final cleaning, an inexplicable image in the depths of Zheng Ren's consciousness began to edit itself. The image changed rapidly, leaving countless afterimages.
Then, the mirage seemed to turn into a computer monitor, automatically connecting to the Internet and entering a website called Xinglin Garden without hesitation.
There were no cumbersome procedures such as registration and login. It was even better than an administrator.
This website was a website for doctors to communicate with each other, and the people who appeared were all professional doctors.
Rumor had it that the country's top doctors from various departments also browsed through Xinglin Garden. However, they were used to being deep-sea crocodiles, so they never posted or replied.
The video of Zheng Ren's suture was played.
It was lunch break time, and many people were browsing in Xinglin Garden. A new post received dozens of hits in an instant.
"Who put up such an ordinary suture?"
"The conditions are simple and crude, and the technique is average. I suggest that we use continuous subcutaneous suture and absorbable catgut next time. This way, we can still get more views."
"The video is beautifully recorded, but the surgery has no highlights. Poor review."
There were only a few comments, and they were squeezed out of the front page after a few minutes, like a stone sinking into the sea.
A few comments turned into a few dim lights and flew into the fox statue in front of the cottage.
The space in the depths of Zheng Ren's consciousness was inexplicably distorted. A violent rage howled and reverberated like a gale, as if a certain existence was furious.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was cleaning the surgical tools when he felt a chill from the depths of his soul.
He ignored the task at hand and immediately entered the System space to investigate, sensing that something was wrong with the System.
As soon as he appeared, a line of words appeared on the screen in front of him before he could take a good look at his surroundings. The words appeared extremely quickly. Zheng Ren was sure that the problem stemmed from his uneasiness in the System space.
[Mission: Complete at least ten surgeries in three days. Surgery completion rate must reach the perfect level.]
Below the mission was a large row of surgery options.
The last line was marked in bold red:
[Mission Reward: Unknown]
[Mission Penalty: Obliteration]
"…" Zheng Ren was stunned. Why was the System, which had been calm just a moment ago, furious? A perfect surgery was not something a junior attending physician like him could do.
Even the experts in Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital could not complete a perfect surgery with a hundred percent success rate. Zheng Ren thought it was impossible.
The mission reward was unknown, and the penalty was obliteration. Could it be that the System felt that his talent was limited and wanted him to die suddenly so that it could find a new host?
This was simply too f * cked up.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, temples, and back. Zheng Ren quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Zheng Ren had no doubts about the System's ability. Its diagnosis of patients was extremely accurate and could be considered the best cheat code.
Because of this, he also had no doubt that the System would silently obliterate him and fake his sudden death.
Calm down, calm down. Zheng Ren read through the System mission again. After confirming that there was no malicious intent, he began to search for the surgical method.
He had to complete at least ten surgeries in three days, and they had to be perfect surgeries. Faced with hundreds of options, Zheng Ren chose appendectomy without hesitation.
After all, Zheng Ren was from the general surgery department. The most he could personally perform as a chief surgeon was appendectomies.
Only perfect … Zheng Ren did not dare to think about it. He could only try his best.
What was the use of the System? What was the use of poetry and distance? The God of the System and life would still hunt him down no matter how far he was.
He tapped on the appendectomy surgical method and the mirage shattered. Countless fragments fell and then reassembled.
The world around Zheng Ren changed. The blue sky and white clouds disappeared and an operating theater and surgery bed appeared before him. What surprised Zheng Ren the most was the lifelike dummy lying on the operating theater bed. It was many times more realistic than the dummies used in ordinary medicine.
[Mission reward: Use the System to practice a surgical method. Reward will be distributed in advance. Please cherish your last chance.]
The cold, robotic female voice seemed to have become sharper, constantly reminding Zheng Ren of what he was about to face.
"How long can I practice here?" Zheng Ren tried to communicate with the System when the robotic female voice appeared.
"The host is currently in a state of static space-time. The flow of space in the real world is zero. The System can maintain this state … Calculating … "The robotic female voice became chaotic at the end as if there was a lack of power.
In the end, the robotic female voice did not appear again, leaving Zheng Ren with a cold line of numbers.
In other words, he had to continuously practice appendectomy in the System for 15 days? Zheng Ren knew that he had been sentenced to death with a reprieve. These 15 days were the last life-saving straw that he could grasp.
There was no assistant, no scrub nurse, just Zheng Ren alone.
He pondered for a few minutes and finally accepted reality. He decided to give it his all.
The scalpel was thin and shiny. The appendectomy practice began.
The case given by the System was simple. After cutting open the peritoneum, the inflamed appendix 'popped' out on its own. Ligation of the appendicular artery, resection … Everything was done in an orderly manner.
Soon, an appendectomy was completed.
Zheng Ren raised his head and glanced at the System's evaluation in the upper right corner of his vision: 15 minutes of surgery, good rating.
'Uh … It's just appendicitis. What else could it do?' Zheng Ren cursed silently.
However, the System was the master. He had to complete the mission given by the System no matter what.
Thus, Zheng Ren began his endless appendectomy practice.
There were all kinds of appendectomies and all kinds of innovative techniques. Zheng Ren used all the methods he had learned, seen and heard of, and even innovated them.
Zheng Ren was eager to learn and subscribed to all kinds of medical literature.
Zheng Ren's imagination was wild and he had countless ideas.
In the System, Zheng Ren felt like he had entered a paradise. The prophecy of oblivion was like a knife to his neck. He started to improve his appendectomy skills and even put all kinds of creative ideas into practice.
He really did make a simple appendectomy into something spectacular.
From a simple appendectomy in the first 15 minutes to a complicated suppurative appendectomy in the last 5 minutes, Zheng Ren forgot everything else and immersed himself in the process.
The System's evaluation of the surgery went from good to excellent.
With two days left, he could reach the perfect state the System recognized.
However, Zheng Ren dared not relax and continued to optimize every step. This was a matter of life and death. He dared not neglect it.
At the last second, the operating theater beside Zheng Ren disappeared. Without any communication, he was directly kicked out of the System.
Zheng Ren felt the System's space become very dark, as if a thick layer of dark clouds had gathered in the sky and a storm was imminent. The air was no longer fresh and was filled with the stench of blood.
"Splash, splash, splash …" The sound of water entered his ears and Zheng Ren came back to his senses.
Time really did not pass outside, but Zheng Ren felt as if he had aged twenty years.
In this' instant ', he had performed more than 2300 appendectomies, completing a lifetime of appendectomies.
He quickly rinsed the surgical instruments, put the surgical incision kit into the disinfectant bucket, and opened the operating theater door.
"Hello, Doctor Zheng."
Their voices were sonorous and uniform.
The group of thugs was nowhere to be seen. Elder San stood leisurely at the door, and a dozen men in black suits on both sides of the corridor bowed and saluted at the same time.
"Cool!" The nearby onlookers were excited.
"Doctor Zheng, I'm sorry. Miss has some urgent matters to attend to," Elder San said politely. "Do you have time tonight?"
Time? What he lacked was time.
Zheng Ren did not even think about it and answered subconsciously, "No."
"…"
The air was filled with the smell of embarrassment.
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