Plague Doctor

How different are we from our ancestors?

In those moments of arrogance, barbarism, stupidity, ignorance, and helplessness, how different is it...

The night is getting dark. In this operating room of the Mental and Psychological Building of the East State Medical Department Base, a lobectomy is underway.

The chief surgeon Liu Chuanhong, as well as the anesthesiologists, first assistant, second assistant and others around the operating table. They heard a faint noise outside, but they all held their breath. Professor Lu Qiqing was in a state of general anesthesia and was lethargic. The cut off stage.

"Prepare to cut." Liu Chuanhong said. The old seal stone has been laid out in the operating room long ago, and the old seal crew is ready to deal with abnormal situations that occur at any time.

Sun Yuheng was one of the assistants in this operation. He and Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan came to Dongzhou Tianji Bureau at the same time. They were promoted to the first assistant in such a short time. Normally, they are a rare talent, but the light is covered by a few classmates. He has been almost unable to enter the spell department with his talent.

Liu Chuanhong was holding the cutter and steadily digging into the drilled hole on the left skull of Professor Lu, to cut the predetermined nerve fibers inside.

The faint chaos from outside grew louder. Suddenly, there was a rumbling, and the whole building shook. Even the shadowless lamp on the operating table shook.

It seems that just now, a huge earthquake occurred.

And those chaotic noises intensified, bang, bang, bang, bang, intensive gunfire sounded.

Everyone on the operating table shook their bodies due to the shock. Liu Chuanhong's right hand could be stopped, and the cutter in his hand almost deviated from the predetermined cutting position and pierced the rest of the brain. That would inevitably cause unpredictable The consequences may even make the patient never wake up again.

Cold sweat dripped from the chief surgeon's forehead to the mask, and the traveling nurse next to him hurried up to wipe it, and the surgeon took a deep breath.

Everyone didn't speak, their heart rate accelerated, and they couldn't help but shake the gods.

"Continue with the operation and prepare to cut." Liu Chuanhong said to calm his morale. No matter what was happening outside, they had to focus on the operating table in front of them.

Everyone ignored the rapid and intense gunshots outside and the continued slight vibration of the building. Liu Chuanhong pointed the cutter at the predetermined nerve fiber and pulled the handle of the cutter. It seemed that there was a click, the cutter's sound. The traveler pops out and rotates to complete the cut.

This is the first nerve fiber cut of Professor Lu's forebrain, and the first experimental treatment of petrochemical patients with leukocytotomy.

There was silence in the operating room, nothing happened, no mental shock waves, no illusions.

Even the screens of the instruments that monitor Professor Lu's vital signs and brain waves did not show any changes, and they were still relatively stable.

A lot of medical staff, old Indians are not sure what this is, but it usually means...ineffective.

A trace of disappointment actually spreads in their hearts, like nightmares, one of the most effective manifestations of the effect of lobectomy is that when the patient’s nerve fibers are cut, the patient will release a mental shock, so that the initial cut is During this step, Gu Jun can only be left alone in the operating room.

But now there is no response at all, which may mean that the connection between the petrochemical patient and the abnormal force is not in the lobe of the brain, and damage here cannot cut its connection.

But at this moment, none of them can be sure whether it is right or not, and Professor Lu cannot express the changes in his symptoms.

So in any case, the operation can only continue.This operation is like a train without suspension. Once it exits the platform, it can only reach its end.

"The patient has no abnormal reactions and no signs." Liu Chuanhong made a report and operated the cutter to go to the next predetermined location, "The operation continues."

At the same time, the gunfire outside did not abate. They suddenly heard a blast of explosion, and their hearts were still gripped. They could hear that it was an explosion of a cannonball.The communication loudspeaker on the wall of the operating room quickly uttered: "Please feel relieved to operate in the operating room. An abnormal force attack occurred outside and the situation is still under control."

Obviously, the command center also knew that it was impossible for these loud gunfire to not affect their psychological state.

"It's the statue of Doctor Gu." Liu Chuanhong said to others, focusing on himself and others, "The enemy wants to destroy the statue of Doctor Gu. We do ours, Professor Lu is still waiting for us to complete the operation, Gu The heroic spirit of the doctor will bless us with a successful operation, and the operation will continue!"

Everyone nodded and agreed, and Sun Yuheng also calmed down and continued his help.

Gu Jun is the kind of person who makes him feel ashamed. When he first heard about Gu Jun's death, he was shocked, sorry, and sad.

Now, Sun Yuheng was a bit dissatisfied with why he couldn't get into the incantation department, but the more he did this, the better he had to fight.When Gu Jun faced the mental shock of nightmare patients alone, it would not be easier than now.You can't let Dongda's prestige go, he can't afford to lose Dongda's reputation.

As soon as Sun Yuheng ridiculed himself a little bit of nervousness, he devoted himself to the operation.

The explosion of shells rang out again and again outside the building, and the faintly chaotic voices did not stop, but became faster and more chaotic.

Suddenly, they heard the first scream, but the scream stopped abruptly, and then more shouts, gunfire...

Someone sacrificed.The scream is the last echo before the death of the victim.

The line of defense centered on the statue of Gu Jun is undoubtedly receiving an extremely severe impact.

Liu Chuanhong once again pulled the strip of the cutter handle to cut the second nerve fiber position, and soon the third position was completed.

The severance of this side of the brain was completed, and they did not breathe a sigh of relief, so they began to close the skull and suture.

The night outside was darker, and the various chaotic sounds never stopped. The second scream appeared, followed by the third...

It is not clear how many people's screams, screams, and crazy screams are mixed together.

It seemed that a line of defense had been lost, and those of them who were performing the operation didn't even know what the enemy was facing their colleagues outside, but there was a vague roar of the flood, and some strange noises beyond description.

There is one world outside the operating room, and another world inside the operating room.

Stick to the operating table, just like those soldiers who stick to the line of defense.

Everyone processed the left skull, and then went to the right side, turned Professor Lu into position, and started to cut the skin.

After a while, the sizzling sound of the high-speed rotation of the craniotomy electric drill sounded again. Liu Chuanhong took the electric drill to drill a hole in Professor Lu's right skull, and the bone slag splashed slightly.