Chapter 682 - So You're Here Too
Chapter 683 - Life-saving Express Delivery
Chapter 684 - The Man That Bolted Away
Chapter 685 - Could Not Tell How Powerful He Was
Chapter 686 - Did Not Recognize Him
Chapter 687 - This Was The Difference
Chapter 688 - A Non-existent Lifetime Enemy
Chapter 689 - You're His Limit
Chapter 690 - Was Not A Favor, But A Life-saving Operation
Chapter 691 - I Can't Let A Hero Become A Martyr!
Chapter 692 - Used His Remaining Heat
Chapter 693 - Which God Has Arrived?
Chapter 694 - They Flirted On Stage
Chapter 695 - The New Generation Surpasses The Old
Chapter 696 - Old Man Worries
Chapter 697 - Fighting Side By Side
Chapter 698 - A Minor Fan In The Surgery's Live Broadcasting Room
Chapter 699 - Burning His Life
Chapter 700 - Comparison (Part One)
Chapter 701 - Comparison (Part Two)
Chapter 702 - Comparison (Part Three)
Chapter 703 - Forgot About Your Lack Of Knowledge
Chapter 704 - I Don't Understand The World Of Top Students
Chapter 705 - An Orthopedic Surgeon Who Was Slightly More Powerful
Chapter 706 - Was This Type Of Surgery Meaningful
Chapter 707 - You're Not Good Enough
Chapter 708 - How Capable Was He?
Chapter 709 - Was A Mental Illness Where One Could Not Focus Their Attention
Chapter 710 - Oh My God! Boss, You're Still Alive
Chapter 711 - Man, It's Really Practical
Chapter 712 - Old Man And Dog
Chapter 713 - Pengxi Village Hospital?
Chapter 714 - Big Spender
Chapter 715 - Could It Be Him?
Chapter 716 - Casualty Number 1329
Chapter 717 - Hotline For Relatives And Friends
Chapter 718 - The Number, Was My Father's
Chapter 719 - Acute Myocardial Infarction
Chapter 720 - Widowmaker Heart Attack
Chapter 721 - Was Hot-Blooded
Chapter 722 - It's Time For You To Rest
Chapter 723 - The Flesh And Blood Body Turned Into One Of Steel
Chapter 724 - I'll Have To Trouble You
Chapter 725 - Post-Operative Complications
Chapter 726 - Converting And Reconstructing The Data
Chapter 727 - It's Thoraic Surgery, Who's Willing To Lend A Hand
Chapter 728 - Are You Su Yun?
Chapter 729 - The Difference Depended On His Mood
Chapter 730 - The Super Scholar's Little Boss
Chapter 731 - Crushing Knowledge
Chapter 732 - A Piece Of Cake
Chapter 733 - Father-Daughter Meeting
Chapter 734 - Real Scrub Nurse
Chapter 735 - Warm Embrace
Chapter 736 - Was An Even Smoother Surgery
Chapter 737 - Being Lovey-Dovey To Perform Surgery
Chapter 738 - Had A Strong D.e.s.i.r.e To Live
Chapter 739 - Thiocyanate Poisoning
Chapter 740 - Just A Step Away From Reaching Prime
Chapter 741 - Eyes As Bright As Stars
Chapter 742 - This Was Life
Chapter 743 - Raised Their Heads Even Higher
Chapter 744 - New Journey
Chapter 745 - The Great Chinese Were Invincible
Chapter 746 - Sir, Your Kidney Is Weak
Chapter 747 - The Logo On The Model's Body
Chapter 748 - When In Jianghu, Do As The Jianghu People Do
Chapter 749 - How Far Would You Go To Change From A Boy To A Man
Chapter 750 - Whose Naughty Kid Is This
Chapter 751 - Three Solutions
Chapter 752 - Are You Zheng Ren?
Chapter 753 - What In The World Was Mitochondria?
Chapter 754 - Finding Fault
Chapter 755 - Was Out Of His Expectations
Chapter 756 - Boss Zheng's Harem?
Chapter 757 - Life As It Should Be
Chapter 758 - Deep, Unpredictable
Chapter 759 - Giving A Proposition
Chapter 760 - B.r.e.a.s.t Cancer?
Chapter 761 - The Legendary Doctor Lamb
Chapter 762 - Cholesterol Granuloma
Chapter 763 - My Boss Will Do It Himself
Chapter 764 - It Was A Knock-Knock Test
Chapter 765 - Let Your Sister Give You A Call
Chapter 766 - Advanced Stage Parasitic Cancer (Part 1)
Chapter 767 - Advanced Stage Parasitic Cancer (Part 2)
Chapter 768 - The System's Mission Had Two Consecutive Hits
Chapter 769 - Simulation Mannequin +19
Chapter 770 - People Went To The Empty Live Broadcast Room
Chapter 771 - My Skill Level...Is Very High
Chapter 772 - The Perfect Assistant
Chapter 773 - A Surgery That Silences The Viewers
Chapter 774 - Soul Assistant
Chapter 775 - Like Drinking Nectar
Chapter 776 - Intraoperative Cholangiography and Capillary Bile Duct Anastomosis
Chapter 777 - Microsurgery from the General Surgery Department
Chapter 778 - Allowed You to Act Pretentious, but Don’t Go Too Far
Chapter 779 - Passive Ability: Reconstruction
Chapter 780 - Needed to Be Sped Up
Chapter 781 - Thank You, Professor Zhao
Chapter 782 - A Fool Blessed with Dumb Luck
Chapter 783 - Was Torn Apart at Once
Chapter 784: The Liar from 912
Chapter 785 - Ectopic Splenic Implant
Chapter 786 - Analyzed it From the Worst Point of View
Chapter 787 - Didn’t Like It, But He Couldn’t Get Rid of It
Chapter 788 - Was Not Worthy of His Own Ambition
Chapter 789 - Original Dream
Chapter 790 - Surgical Live Broadcast
Chapter 791 - Jobs’ Illness?
Chapter 792 - Gave Up Helplessly
Chapter 793 - People from the City Really Knew How to Play
Chapter 794 - Malignant Incident (Part One)
Chapter 795 - Malignant Incident (Part Two)
Chapter 796 - I’m Not Pretending to be Sick
Chapter 797 - Eye of the Storm
Chapter 798 - Hospital Consultation
Chapter 799 - Eskimo Syndrome
Chapter 1 - A Heavyweight Surgery
The light in the operating theatre was incredibly bright, the scalpel was ridiculously thin, and Zheng Ren was in a fright.
His worked hard to land on this opportunity to be able attend today's surgery. Little did he know, Director Fu's volunteered himself as surgical assistant to honor the professor's involvement in this operation.
He stood in one corner of the operating theater—a location with no clear view of the operating field—in a sterile surgical gown.
With surgeries, come risks. Zheng Ren just did not expect one to happen before the operation had even begun.
This operation, which was starting very soon, was of utmost importance.
The patient on the operating table was the ric.h.e.s.t man in Sea City and had unfortunately been diagnosed with malignant pancreatic head cancer.
He could have gone to Imperial Capital or Sorcery Capital to consult the best surgeon in the world to conduct the most difficult and highest-grade surgery in the country.
Coincidentally, Professor Ichiro Moriyu from Japan had come to China for lectures during this period.
Professor Moriyu was a world-class specialist in hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery. There were also rumors claiming he was the surgeon who operated on the Emperor of Japan a few years ago.
A surgery demonstration required a live broadcast that incorporated direct visualization of the operating table from all angles throughout the procedure.
This patient had refused to participate in the surgery f
or demonstration even if it was free. Instead, for a king's ransom, he had sent someone to request Professor Moriyu to perform the surgery personally in Sea City before returning to Japan.
Zheng Ren was aware of the difficulty in inviting such a world-class specialist to perform the surgery, but the patient was reluctant to receive surgical treatment under observation in Imperial Capital1.
Besides…
More importantly…
The patient had actually managed to invite Professor Moriyu to Sea City!
The professor had strict rules in his surgery, one of them being, observers were not allowed during the operation. Thus, Zheng Ren's persistent efforts ended up in vain as he was forced to stay away from the operating table during the surgery.
As instructed by Director Fu and Chief Surgeon Liu, Zheng Ren was expected to wear a surgical gown, stand in one corner during the ongoing operation, and assist in the surgery by suturing the incision post-operation.
This was the best Zheng Ren could get out of this surgery.
…
The operation officially began at a quarter past nine.
Professor Ichiro Moriyu, who was stern in his work without the expected arrogance of a reputable doctor, started making an incision himself.
Each layer—skin, subcutaneous tissue, fascial layers, peritoneum—was cut skillfully like a butcher dismembering an ox. The total amount of blood loss was very minimal with a visual estimation of five to ten milliliters. There were mild blood spots visible on the surgical gauze like blooming crimson flowers in a thick blanket of white snow.
However, accident happened at this instant.
Director Fu and Chief Surgeon Liu were shocked as the peritoneal cavity was exposed.
The pancreatic cancer had developed rapidly and its tumor cells had already metastasized to the surrounding tissue, forming strong adhesions with nearby organs as if they were a single entity.
Numerous experts had gone through this patient's imaging films before they were delivered to Professor Moriyu, who agreed that surgery was a viable treatment option in this case.
Every expert and professor concluded that this patient suffered from stage three pancreatic head cancer. This was a serious condition but there had been no notable adhesion between the tumor and surrounding tissue in all films, which would have been suitable for surgical treatment.
Unfortunately, everyone had misjudged the condition.
Beads of sweat started trickling down Director Fu's head and dampened his sterile surgical cap after observing the situation.
What the hell was going on?
A nuclear magnetic resonance imaging had been ordered two days before surgery to prevent any mistakes and there was no obvious change noted when compared to previous films.
Was it possible that the tumor had grown so rapidly in a mere two days?
Director Fu held the aspirator with a trembling hand.
The annoyed Professor Ichiro Moriyu tapped the aspirator with the curved forceps in his hand and mumbled something softly in Japanese.
Even though Director Fu did not understand Japanese, he could hear the irritation in the tapping of the aspirator. Professor Moriyu was dissatisfied with him. Dread crept over him like a glacial chill and numbed his entire body.
The expression of a young translator behind them darkened immediately as he gave Director Fu an angry stare. "Fu-san1, Professor Moriyu isn't satisfied with your performance. Even though your skills are as inferior as the equipment here, please pay attention to the surgery."
Director Fu was embarrassed. It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him in such a derogatory tone. No wonder the Japanese and Chinese traitors incurred the most hatred and enmity during the war.
However, Director Fu buried the anger in his heart and forced a smile on his face, which appeared as if he intended to fawn over the Japanese in any case.
The patient's condition was worse than expected. It was merely a very complicated operation posed to the world-class surgeon, not all hope was lost.
The surgery continued. The adhesions between the tumor and its surrounding tissues were cut with extreme patience and vigilance. Larger capillaries would be ligated or cauterized in advance without exception, and the total blood loss remained minimal so far.
Professor Ichiro Moriyu was undoubtedly the main character of the day. Under the bright surgical lighthead, he showed his outstanding skills on stage like a dazzling star in the night sky.
On the other hand, Zheng Ren was merely a speck of dust at a dark corner—insignificant and negligible.
Despite the lack of a clear view of the operating table, Zheng Ren imagined the whole process based on the instruments used by Professor Ichiro Moriyu in his mind.
How Zheng Ren wished he could take a closer look at the operation at that moment.
He tried to observe the surgery from different angles but to no avail.
Approximately ten minutes later, Professor Moriyu placed the forceps and blunt surgical scissors down, said something in Japanese, and moved away from the operating table.
The patient had lost his last chance of surgical treatment as a thick adhesion had formed between the tumor and abdominal aorta. Even Professor Moriyu was helpless in this situation. Not every disease could be treated with surgery, and not all surgeries would end up successful.
This surgery was declared a failure.
Professor Moriyu did not insist on continuing the surgery because there would be a massive hemorrhage if the adhesion between the tumor and abdominal aorta was forcefully cut. The patient would not have left the operating table alive if that happened.
It was a wise decision.
"Zheng Ren, suture the incision with Cen Meng," Chief Surgeon Liu instructed Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren was merely an ordinary attending surgeon. Despite his diligence and perseverance, he was too young to participate in advanced surgeries because the current medical system was strictly stratified. The most he could perform at his standard was surgical treatment for appendicitis, hernias, and other tier three or four surgeries.
He intended to stand closer and learn a little something from the surgery performed by the world-class professor, but was unfortunately sent to a corner without a clear view of the whole operation instead.
However, Zheng Ren had no complaints at all.
'How long has it been? Is the operation finished?
'No, the operation must have failed.'
Director Fu and Chief Surgeon Liu accompanied Professor Moriyu out of the operating theater. The only people left beside the operating table were Zheng Ren and Cen Meng—a chief resident in the first general surgical department—who were in charge of suturing the incision.
Zheng Ren managed to calm down and started observing the surgical operation's progress.
The large tumor adhered to the abdominal aorta firmly as if it were actually a normal anatomical structure of the human body.
'No wonder they gave up,' Zheng Ren thought.
All of a sudden, a bright light exploded in Zheng Ren's eyes. The surgical lighthead started shaking and various instruments—scalpels, surgical scissors, and forceps—were dancing on the stainless steel surgical table in front of the scrub nurse.
He was so confused. Did he just hallucinate? He had an epiphany immediately after. It was not a hallucination, it was an earthquake!
Suddenly, the whole building was shaking. There was a terrible rumble from the roof as if the ceiling and cemented frames were threatening to crumble and trap everyone under tonnes of rubble.
However, Zheng Ren was the only one experiencing this disaster. The surgery on the operating table was still ongoing.
That feeling ended as soon as it appeared, as if everything did not happen.
A vicious shiver struck him momentarily and the surgical lighthead swung, shining white light directly into Zheng Ren's pupils.
The beams, which were stronger than the afternoon sunlight in intensity, blinded his vision befor
e he felt an icy cold breeze creeping from his head into his body.
Did the building collapse and crush him to a grisly death?
Was this how dying was like?
Zheng Ren suddenly heard an intense coughing within his body and detected a bloody scent amidst the confusion.
What the hell happened? Was he hallucinating again?
Numerous memories since childhood—a few which had been long-forgotten—started pouring into his mind clearly and with overwhelming force.
"Is this a memory surge before death, or my life flashing1 before my eyes, like in folktales?" Zheng Ren thought through the terrible headache.
How long had it been? Had only a second passed or a few years? Regardless, the raging storm of memories finally calmed and a voice erupted in his ears.
[System binding initiating…
[System binding completed…
[Host, please accept the novice mission.] Unsure why author mentions Imperial Capital here. We speculate that it could be where patient come from.Japanese honorific suffix.A life review is a phenomenon widely reported as occurring during near-death experiences, in which a person rapidly sees much or the totality of their life history. It is often referred to by people having experienced this phenomenon as having their life "flash before their eyes".
Chapter 2 - The True Pinnacle
What? System binding? Numerous questions emerged in Zheng Ren's mind.
Zheng Ren had never drunk alcohol or visited a nightclub despite being a bachelor. A surgeon's life was hectic and he could only spare some free time reading online fiction for his daily entertainment.
However, he had not expected a plot lifted straight from those novels to fall upon him today.
The absent-minded Zheng Ren heard the emotionless, robotic voice again.
"The host has obtained a novice benefit—prime experience for thirty minutes."
Zheng Ren was a senior novel hobbyist, so he accepted the existence of such a System fairly easily.
A white light exploded in his eyes again for a split second before he could communicate with the System.
Zheng Ren was shocked to find his hands moving on their own after regaining his eyesight.
Holding the curved-bladed scissors in one hand, he started separating the adhesive tissue on the pancreatic tumor with the blunt end of the scissors. The movement of his fingers was dexterous and vigilant, and he would use the sharp end of the scissors only when particularly tough and fibrous adhesive tissue hindered his advance.
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