Plague Doctor

Gu Jun heard what he was saying, only Xie Yiman's squamous redskins in those lesional skin areas of the face became brighter and more red as blood, and were spreading at a rate that was visible to the naked eye. Sikoshen, Uncle Egg and others also frowned.

It's a little more panicky to see them like this when you thank Manton, "Why? What is it?”

“Good thing the surgery worked!” Gu Jun shouted, not just comforting her, but really had some clear proof.

Her right face, which had been damaged, was swollen, but the redskin hardly diffused, while the left face, which had not undergone surgery, had been enlarged by nearly 1 cm. Psychiatric insects are also good, and nervous system dysfunction is also good. Disorders can be suppressed by damage to the trigeminal nerve.

Whether Tian Yiqing is here or not, what are you doing here, Gu Jun calmed down, or pressed the start key toward the thermostat, “Yiman, hold on! ”

Thanking Manton screamed in agony, this time more painful than just now, her muscles were twitching involuntarily and her body seemed to break.

Her blood pressure and heart rate are rising again.

“Skull knife, use anesthetic if necessary.” Gu Jun spoke to Shikou and shouted: “Wu Shiyu, come help me! ”

“Oh.” Wu Shiyu came over, "mental strength? ”

“Yeah, I'm gonna feel it.” Gu Jun nodded and did not want Deng Xiaomai to participate, as that would add an unknown number.

From Xie Yiman said he saw a figure, maybe because he had a direct conversation with Tian Yiqing, and he seemed to feel that Tian Yiqing was here. The feeling was clearer when Rain reached out and pressed his arm to give him his spiritual strength, and he grabbed Xie Yiman's hand for sensation.

A lot of people in the O.R., not all of them from the Spell Department or the Old Print Department, have been told not to disturb him at this time and try to be quiet.

At this point, the only thing that rings in this environment is the painful sound of Xie Yiman tearing his heart apart, as if he were being cut into pieces.

Gu Jun closed his eyes and entered the dark, spiritual world.

See, peeling, scaling, that weird shadow right there. His consciousness shouted, "Tian Yiqing, is that you?” The figure paused slightly, looking from the darkness, those eyes are still human eyes...

“Where are you now?” Gu Jun asked, "I really want to help this unfortunate girl," can we help you? ”

The shadow didn't speak, just turned around and tried to run away again.

“Wait!” Gu Jun shouted, “Tian Yiqing, I know you're an innocent victim. Xie Yiman, you didn't do this, did you? ”

“I... I didn't do this...” The shadow stopped and the response was low, "I just came to take a look, just to see. ”

“Then...” Gu Jun felt the spirit was getting more and more shocked, like hearing Tian Yiqing's voice talking, and like a twisted and agitated dark voice:

I just came to see if Xie Yiman was in pain, just like I was in pain. Do people like Xie Yiman also suffer...

Dr. Gu, there is no fairness in the world, we were born different, but bad luck can suddenly put us in the same situation... a little figure like me, a man with nothing, suddenly Xie Yiman is as painful as I am... isn't it beautiful?

Xie Yiman is not that special, I am not that special, which makes me exist... bad luck makes me exist...

Dr. Gu, bad luck is a miracle, it can crush fate, death is a truth, it can put an end to delusions.

“Hmm...” Gu Jun's head was a little cracked. He seemed to have seen a lot of illusions for a moment. He saw Xie Yiman attend the film premiere with the stars holding the moon. He saw her signing fans and taking photos of reporters. He also saw Tian Yi Qingqing living in a rural rental house less than 10 square meters away, and tried to sing live.

Bad luck, bad luck... do you really know the virtues of bad luck?

Have you not seen the blessings of this evil?

The dark force beneath Gu Jun's heart was raging. He suddenly woke up what, this ritual, this disease, Lygia, the son of bad luck...

When he saw the girl's figure gradually go away, he tried to keep his head down and shouted: "Tian Yiqing! I don't know about anybody else, but whether you or Xie Yiman are my patients, I will try to save them. Don't listen to that voice. Don't be confused! ”

Really? Is that so? Is it just confusion? Is the virtue of bad luck just confusion?

This seemed to be Tian Yiqing's response, and it seemed that she was still gradually moving away and disappearing.

“Ah!” Gu Jun returned to God violently, his body seeped a layer of cold sweat, his mental strength drained and his head ached. He looked at Deng Ximai standing there calmly.

This act of the next life, the Conqueror Worm, is not just a panic to the public, it's not just a panic to Deng Xi Mai.

It's against him, or the power of his spiritual child, the son of bad fortune.

What does that Lygia have to do with Langton? Did she die of cough sickness, too?

“Joon? Rain?” Uncle Egg asked anxiously, "Are you all right? ”

Not only is Gu Jun a little grumpy, but Wu Shiyu is also a little upset. At this time, he leaned on me. “I'm on my own, let's see how you are...”

“Nothing... What's going on?” Gu Jun is still stable, let's not worry about anything else, and continue to deal with the surgery with Uncle Egg and Sikoshen.

During his invigoration, the first thermocoagulation had been completed, and Xie Yiman had persisted without anesthesia. Whether it was the effect of destruction or the departure of Tian Yiqing, the spread of red skin on both sides of her face slowed down accordingly. When all three thermal condensations were complete, her entire face swelled like a blow, not seeing a bit of the usual beauty. The surgery did work, however, and the rate of diffusion was as slow on both sides, but it continued to spread.

“Like, like...” Xie Yiman felt his face, the whole face was unconscious, “still itchy, not so itchy, but still itchy...”

Sikohuan, Zhang Jinsong and others looked at each other a few times. Gu Jun still had to make this decision: “Destroy the facial nerves. ”

If the trigeminal nerve motor function is lost, the consequences are very bad, so it is not done for now, let's see if it is enough to destroy the facial nerve first.

The goal of this procedure remains the same, eliminating the patient's itching and stopping the spread of the lesion's skin.

“Ok...” Xie Yiman's tears poured and her facial expressive muscles lost their motor function as soon as the special visceral motor fibers of her facial nerves were destroyed.

Everyone in the operating room is also in charge of stabbing the RF puncture needle underneath the patient's anterior mastoid ear canal, about opposite the midpoint of the posterior margin of the mandibular branch, via the stalk papilla to the posterior nerve. After adjusting the depth and electrocoagulation positioning, Gu Jun pressed the start key of the thermal condenser again.

Xie Yiman suddenly screamed again, his face no longer felt pain, but what was burning in his head in the explosion...

Everyone can only look in silence. Gu Jun can only look in hard hearts and minds. What has been destroyed by bad luck?