Plague Doctor

Xu Hai really wants to ask, brother, where did you get the confidence and courage, did Liang Jingru give it to you?

Cai Zixuan felt that Yarkjun was interested in a lively atmosphere, so he laughed and laughed, but immediately felt that this was not solemn enough, hurriedly shut his mouth.

“Step on the ground!” Professor Gu resented angrily, Gu Jun is on his head again, right? "The scalpel was not taken that way, cut himself carefully. ”

When people heard the message, they noticed Gu Jun's way of holding the knife. His right thumb and index finger grabbed the knife handle at will. Of course, this is not a professional knife gesture...

“I know, I'm not ready to use a knife. ”

Gu Jun put the anatomical knife back in the instrument tray on the stage and picked up a round head anatomical shear.

Anatomy is not just done with a scalpel. Anatomical tweezers, anatomical shears, vascular pliers, hooks, etc. are all equally important, only in terms of what to do.

Gu Jun leaned over and looked at the general teacher on the stage. The light of the shadowless lamp above was bright. The back of the deformed left hand had been stripped off. Although most of the black effusion had flowed away, it should have been black under the skin of the white and yellow light fascia. The light veins and skin nerves could not be clearly seen, but were only visibly visible.

To separate this thin tissue, you have to use anatomical shears.

“This layer should be the superficial fascia.” Gu Jun said his judgment, the voice line was low, "just stacked together. ”

“Stacked together?” Wang Ruoxiang smiled slightly and came closer together to want to see it clearly. After what he said, it does look like...

Gu Jun just realized that the original human normal shallow hand fascia is a thin and loose layer of tissue, which facilitates skin movement. However, this deformed hand, which appears to be an entire layer of light fascial twist, overlaps into a bunch, and the extra void is filled with black liquid.

“Oh?” Professor Ancient wrinkled his old face and looked at it through the light. This kid has some ideas, which are sometimes needed in medicine...

Wang Ruoxiang was very close, almost attached to Gu Jun, and let him smell a rare fragrance from the intense odor of the remains, but he also gave her a phrase: “Sir, can you walk away, it's hindering.” It's really in the way, otherwise he doesn't care.

“Oh." Wang Ruoxiang walked away a little, not too far away, his eyes still staring at the anatomical table.

Xu Hai, they seem to have seen the Great Grey Wolf eat fast and not meat...

Ignoring the suspicion or surprise of the surrounding people, Gu Jun focused on holding the anatomical shear with a textbook gesture: the right thumb and ring finger (unnamed finger) were each inserted into one ring of the shear shank, the middle finger was placed in front of the ring, indicating that the finger (index finger) resisted at the axis of motion of the scissors, acting as a stabilizer and orienter.

He left the autopsy table for a while, not without a sense of alienation, but with an unprecedented amount of terrain in his hands.

His conscious and muscular memories, all of which had been cast through anatomical exercises, were rapidly resuscitating at this moment.

Gu Junping breathed slowly, causing the dynamic anatomical shear to slowly separate that shallow fascia from the back of his hand... Unexpected, under the shallow fascia, more black effusion covered the deep structure. He said, "There's a lot of fluid, and I don't think it could be from a subcutaneous cyst. ”

He continued to carefully dissect the vein mesh in this superficial fascia with anatomical shears, accompanied by vascular pliers.

These tissues are very brittle, Gu Jun has forgotten to blink, pressing the scissors with skill to open the fascia with the scissors first, then gently pull out the veins...

Ah... people look a little dizzy, nitrogen in the heart, the veins in the back of the hand can see how thin the blue lines on the back of their hands are, even dissecting the normal body is not easy to dissect, let alone this confusing deformity.

But Gu Jun's hands were very calm and precisely organized and separated a strip of blood vessel. Neither cut nor cut.

That clump of superficial fascia was slowly unraveled by him!

What the hell... Xu Hai opened her mouth and was lucky to have a mask covered.

Zhang Hao ran also looked like a living ghost. He knew how hard this deformed hand was to deal with and how much pressure he would have when facing it. How can it be Gu Jun's turn?

Wait a minute. Wang Ruoxiang tried to sort out the situation. Has Gu Jun's second pulse been broken?

“Hmm?” Professor Ancient glanced, his head slapped like a first love. The kid was too determined to look at such a deformity, but he had the eye to notice the structure, and he had a hand cut off, like he'd been crawling in the operating room.

The lab was still quiet, and everyone was surprised and excited but didn't let themselves make half a sound, afraid to disrupt Gu Jun's rhythm.

Gu Jun buried his head and his gloves were filled with black fluid. He gradually felt that his hands were no longer his hands, but a machine that operated automatically. And these vein vessels were no longer veins, not human tissue, and they were the object of hiding.

And his task is to pick them out.

This high degree of concentration prevents him from feeling the soreness of his eyes and clears his heart.

Just keep picking, keep picking...

After a while, Gu Jun succeeded in severing the dorsal reticulum! Except for the ancient professor, everyone is a little stunned. This isn't student-level handiwork.

“The left hand of this remains is indeed the hand of mankind.” Gu Jun remained focused, judging: “The veins are still there, its deformity is like, these structural tissues are forcibly twisted...”

Gu Jun's words were very enlightening, and people felt they had found a way to understand this deformed hand.

The humerus of its arm and the radius of its forearm seem to have been twisted together to form such a strange shape.

But this point may be correctly understood and dragged them into a deeper shadow of the unknown. Could it really be a congenital malformation, or some sort of acquired malformation? What disease in the world can lead to such pathologies?

“Hmm...” Professor Gu shrugged, “Gu Jun, that's a good idea, you have any thoughts to share. ”

Xu Hai several people have no idea about this deformed hand. There are some thoughts about Gu Jun. Is this guy really Tu Hao Jun? Fake it.

Gu Jun was about to continue the autopsy and found a new hint in his head.

[Current Anatomical Completion: 1%, Time Remaining: 71: 02: 46]

This remains did meet the requirements of the mission. He looked at the tip bar and thought that Wang Ruoxiang and Zhang Hao Run had just cut off the back skin of their hands without even 0.1% completion, so that no one else's operation counted, only his own autopsy counted.

1% of the next dorsal reticulum is dissected, and it appears that the task's requirements for degree of anatomy are not meticulous enough to be perverted.

He looks at the rest of the mission. It's almost an hour away! Although most of this hour is devoted to transportation and preparation, the 72-hour time frame remains very tense, as people need to eat and drink and rest.

Especially the anatomy, the longer it lasts, the more exhausted the body and mind, the slower it becomes, and the more likely it is to go wrong.

Hang on, big case of Red News Dundon. Drink it. Live with it.

Gu Jun closed his mind and leaned again toward the deformed hand on the stage, dissecting the superficial branch of the radial nerve and the dorsal branch of the ulnar nerve hand...

Everyone watched closely. Gu Jun proved with practical action that his performance was not a coincidence, and his hands kept slitting and slipping.

Cai Zixuan couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. Juvenile curiosity is called talent! Yark Jun is truly talented. He made it from the start.

“Maybe just scissors to make it slip, huh?” Xu Haishan also had the luck. He had always been the third best dissecting hand in the group. Sawing bones and other things required vigorous operation. He was better than Wang Ruoxiang, so he really had to try in the competition, he must be the main force. But now, Gu Jun...

Over there, after this step, Gu Jun dropped the anatomical scissors, picked up the anatomical knife, penciled it, and removed the residue on the back of his wrist.

The more people look at it, the more suspicious life is... Gu Jun's anatomical knife also makes him slip steadily. He has been stabbed to tears by formalin as usual. The sound of breathing has become loud, but whether it is cleansing, cutting or stripping, he is stable as an old dog.

Xu Hai finally exhaled, sighed a long sigh, but, really can't compare.

He Yuhan looked at Jun again at this time, the facial contour on that side, oops, why suddenly think he is so handsome, if Xiang doesn't like this, she likes it...

“Okay, okay.” Professor Ancient praised softly, his face was a little red because of surprise and excitement, and he knew he was right.

Take care of these hands. Put them in surgery. It's worth a thousand bucks!