American drama life begins with Dr. House

As a doctor employed by a Continental Hotel, he naturally has two brushes at his disposal.

After trying his best to eliminate the influence of death pressure, Caesar, as the first assistant, opened the skin very steadily.

Those steady hands are like the most precise machine.

The skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and peritoneum were opened layer by layer under Caesar's deft scalpel like an onion being peeled.

Under his superb scalpel, even the amount of bleeding was controlled to a fairly small range.

Du Wei also promptly reported Wesker's current situation.

"Blood pressure 120/70, heart rate 60, condition stable."

At this moment, the older doctor, the chief surgeon, suddenly said:

"We need to fully expose the tumor and use deep retractors!"

Du Wei quickly handed over the deep hook retractor to the second assistant.

The second and third assistants worked together to open the wound, exposing more of the surgical field to the surgeon's eyes.

But then there was a long silence.

Du Wei noticed that the surgeon's forehead had begun to sweat.

The condition of the tumor obviously exceeded his expectations.

Caesar's trembling voice sounded:

"Did you see his arteries? I can't even see the abdominal aorta. This tumor completely covers the aorta!"

The surgeon's voice was also not very good. He said hoarsely:

"The growth of the tumor was beyond my expectation. It was much larger than what was seen in the CT scan.

In this case, we have absolutely no way to perform resection, the risk is too great!”

A trace of worry flashed in the eyes of second assistant Wendy:

"We need to do a biopsy to clarify the margins, and all we have to do is pray."

The chief surgeon took a deep breath, shook his trembling hands and said:

"Let me do it. Sishu, you can take the sample and go to the pathology laboratory on the first floor for biopsy."

Soon, the sample was delivered to Du Wei.

What follows is a long wait.

When Du Wei returned to the operating room with the results, the four doctors were exhausting their brains, trying to find more possibilities.

"If the tumor has not invaded the artery wall, there is still hope. We can do a dissection surface."

"If it's a non-invasive liposarcoma, we can cut it out from the outside and use blunt dissection and tissue forceps to peel it off piece by piece..."

Having said this, they noticed Du Wei returning and immediately focused their attention on this last hope.

What they just said is an ideal situation. The real situation depends on the results of the biopsy.

Du Wei walked in and turned on the computer. After entering the pairing code, the biopsy report appeared on the computer.

Seeing the report displayed on the computer, everyone looked desperate.

It is leiomyosarcoma. Such a large leiomyosarcoma can only be performed blindly without surgical field of view!

But it’s easy to cut the abdominal aorta!

This means almost no chance of success!

The moment I saw the report, despair and pessimism began to spread.

The four doctors unanimously took out their mobile phones and started making calls.

Du Wei, who heard a few words, confirmed that they were delivering their last words.

It seems that they are not optimistic about the success rate of blind incision at all, and they are fully aware of the consequences if the operation fails, so in the end they can only explain the funeral arrangements in advance.

Du Wei shook his head, feeling speechless for this group of doctors who would rather use their imaginations in physics than think about other methods.

He picked up the scalpel beside him and prepared to do it himself.

Seeing Du Wei's action, everyone hurriedly put down their mobile phones to stop Du Wei's action.

"Hey! New guy! What are you doing! Put down the scalpel in your hand!"

"Stop it, don't kill us!"

"Quick, stop! Wait until we discuss it!"

"Please, don't be willful, this operation is no longer under your control!"

Someone even jumped forward and hugged Du Wei's calf, making it difficult for him to approach the operating table.

Du Wei looked helplessly at the surgeon who was holding his calf and could be his grandfather's surgeon at his age:

"Haven't you all given up? I see that you have already made your last words, so you might as well let me try.

Maybe my method will work?"

After hearing Du Wei say that he had a method, Caesar sneered:

"Farewell, although the hope is slim, blind cutting always has the possibility of success.

But if you are allowed to act recklessly, then our last hope will be extinguished by you!"

The chief surgeon on the ground answered:

"Yes, although blind surgery is difficult, it has not been done before in my long surgical career. Let me do it and the success rate will definitely be higher than yours!"

Du Wei smiled, lowered his head and asked:

"So how many times have you successfully blind cut?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across the face of the surgeon, and he said after a while:

"Succeeded 2 times out of 7 times."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's breathing stopped for a moment.

70% mortality? Do they really want to bet on that?

The surgeon in charge understood the hidden meaning from everyone's silence, and said with a red face:

"What's wrong? If anyone here has a higher success rate for blind cuts than me, I can let you do the surgery!

Are you okay? To be honest, in my eyes, you are no different from interns!

A group of dolls that have never been touched by a scalpel, you are lucky to meet me!"

After hearing what the surgeon said, Caesar was the first to refuse.

Moreover, under the pressure of life and death, he had long wanted to find an outlet to vent his emotions.

So he immediately pointed at the surgeon and cursed:

"You old thing, you've lived like a dog for a long time, haven't you?

If you had more surgical experience, we wouldn't be in a position where you have to give your last words!

Is it lucky that I met you? You were lucky enough to give us such a big leiomyosarcoma! It also covers the abdominal aorta!"

The more Caesar talked, the angrier he became. After cursing the surgeon, he was still not satisfied, and then looked at Du Wei who was holding the scalpel:

"If you want to say who among us brings bad luck, it must be you!

If you are lucky, the result you bring back will not be like this!

Can’t you come back with the results of non-invasive liposarcoma?!

It has to be leiomyosarcoma! It really pisses me off! The broom star! Oops!"

Unlike the chief surgeon who shivered in the face of Caesar's insults, Duwei would not coddle Caesar.

His smiling face immediately darkened:

"I do have a way to solve the current situation so that everyone can survive, and the success rate is definitely much higher than blind cutting.

But if Caesar doesn’t apologize, then I guarantee you won’t even have any hope of living in the end.”

Caesar sneered and said to the left and right:

"Apologise? Did this kid take the wrong medicine? Does he know what he is talking about?"

But what he didn't notice was that except for him, the other three people had a look of emotion in their eyes.

What if? What if this kid really has a way?

Even operations with a low success rate such as blind resection are under their consideration. Wouldn't it be a good idea to listen to this young man's advice?

If there is really a higher hope of survival, they will still give it a try.

Therefore, Caesar soon felt a sharp foreign object being pressed against his waist.

At the same time, Sansuke's voice sounded behind him:

"Apologise to him, immediately, immediately!"