Marvel Book of Magical Events

"I hope the backup organ is ready, Mary."

"They are all ready. They are all spare organs carefully selected by Ms. Maya Hansen from the breeding cabin." After so many years, Mary, the high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order, is still the same girl wearing a thick beer bottle. A blond girl with low glasses, but hard work and extensive knowledge allowed her to put aside the impetuousness caused by excessive hormones, and became calm, steady, intellectual and loyal, becoming the person the emperor needed. Not everyone in the Order could endure such a boring life of isolation. After all, the Order was in decline at that time, and only a few people were truly willing to devote themselves to the path of the arcane. Therefore, Mary had to execute the rebels herself before notifying them. . "We have conducted experiments with the samples left by Supiluliumas. Your design is outstanding. The alchemy contained in the cells of the Praetorian Guards can make the spare organs become their real organs."

The emperor nodded, meaning shut up.

Mary shut her mouth.

She talks too much, and there are many things that the emperor knows. She knows that if she cannot control her admiration, then the emperor will keep her away from her current position, because he does not need an uncool person. "I need you to monitor Supiluliumas's vital signs, Mary." The high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order raised his head and saw the emperor's tired eyes behind the transparent goggles. The sterilized microscope receiver of the automatic surgical machine is embedded in the eyepiece, and the precision brass gears are smeared with sterile ointment as lubricant. “Among all the people present, only you can become the anesthesiologist of Supiluliumas. "

"I will." Mary nodded, "The meningeal anesthesia is ready, I still need to calculate some data."

"Complete it before my cleaning procedure is completed," the emperor said. "Before that, I will provide the plasma for the operation."

Stephen Strange was forced into a surgical gown, and under the guidance of a servitor wearing a heavy protective suit, he brushed his hands and put on rubber gloves. At this moment, he really started to get nervous. He felt that his palms hurt terribly and his mind went blank. The knowledge he was forced to read on the plane was completely forgotten at this moment. He has never seen such an operation scene, not to mention that he is now wearing a protective suit, separated from the whole world by a layer of lenses, as if in a dream.

A pure white machine with hundreds of tiny claws stretched out was moved by a robotic arm above the operating table. Next to this behemoth was a type of computerized tomography testing instrument, and on the other side was an industrial cutting instrument. It continuously spits out long and thin streams of high-temperature plasma heat, and there is still the smell of burnt metal in the air.

He didn't understand the functions and operating procedures of these machines, and he didn't understand how he should plan the operation.

Maybe he knew, but now he couldn't remember.

Everything seemed huge, even the height of the operating table exceeded his height, making him look like a dwarf who had strayed into the land of giants. Or worse, he was reminded of his early years in medical school. He was scolded for being dull and nervous during his first dissection, and his hands were shaking just as badly then as they are now.

The operation had already begun, and there was only one person performing it.

Stephen Strange saw the emperor in surgical clothes skillfully operating a scalpel to separate skin and muscles and drain accumulated blood. After putting down the scalpel, he operated a machine with hundreds of thin metal limbs to accurately cauterize bleeding points and sew up tiny details. blood vessels, and then took out new tissue from the box next to him to start the next round of filling. The emperor moved very quickly. Every few seconds he would drop the scalpel to control the machine. His movements were faster than any surgeon in the world. Accurate and stable. At the same time, he also had to pay attention to various data displayed on the other side of the screen, such as blood oxygen content, drug concentration in the body, etc. The data is very detailed, with hundreds of pieces of data flowing like a waterfall on the black screen. Misidentifying the numbers after the decimal point may cause big trouble.

Dozens of tubes carrying blood, medicine and oxygen are connected to the huge human body on the operating table. The blood oxygen is mixed outside the body and then re-transported into the body. Apart from these things, Stephen Strange does not recognize any of them. , he didn’t recognize the overly thick bone plates on the screen, nor did he recognize the several small organs that he had never seen before under the liver, nor did he know the function of the extra layers of skin than ordinary people.

The smell of blood in the air smelled of copper and iron.

"What should I do?" He squeezed out a sentence with a dry throat, "I can't even hold the scalpel."

"Do what you should do." The emperor's voice came from behind the mask, and those dark eyes calmed Stephen Strange down. His surgical clothes were covered with blood, and seeing Stephen Strange still standing there stupidly, the emperor's tone became a little harsh. "I won't use Supiluliumas's life to help you grow. You have to show your value now." He kicked the low stool under his feet, "Stand here and put your hands on the joystick. .Concentrate on what you see. I need you to help me suture the nerves, I can't do this on my own."

Stephen Strange blinked hard.

As his hand touched the joystick of the surgical machine, he recalled the files he had read on the data pad. His first job was to repair a visceral nerve, but the nervous system he saw was not a simple autonomic nervous system. There were extremely complex designs in the thick nerve knots. Stephen Strange was certain that there was no such nerve in the human body. Therefore, he speculated that this may mean that the person lying on the operating table has the ability to control the movement of the internal organs, and the brain can feel the working conditions of the internal organs.

On the road of evolution measured in units of hundreds of millions of years, complex organs mean consuming more calories, more calories means more food, more food means greater survival pressure, and just a larger brain capacity consumes Humans have a lot of calories and do not have more caloric redundancy to evolve such extraordinary organs, nor do they have time to conduct trial and error evolution of extraordinary organs. These never-before-seen organs and tissues perform functions that ordinary people do not need. However, a surgeon knows how to appreciate this beauty, which is a complex function that nature takes longer to brew.

"It's amazing." He thought about the information he had read about the organ on the dataslate, but even the text did not describe to him what the organ did. "This organ is connected to the stomach. What is it used for?"

"Filtering toxins and decomposing the genome." The emperor said without raising his head. "It allows the Praetorian Guards to adapt to the most difficult living environment and maintain combat capability. Don't ask anymore, you just need to follow the information you know." Yes. Mary, make sure the amount of meningeal anesthesia is sufficient, this operation will take at least twelve hours."

No one knows what happened after the emperor and the imperial guards walked into the silver stone door. No one except him knows the whereabouts of the Yasok family, let alone Supi, who has unparalleled combat capabilities and strong armor. Luliumas, what kind of enemy did he encounter to fall into such a near-death situation? The emperor did not answer any information from Stephen Strange about the details of Supiluliumas' injury. He was determined not to reveal any useful information. Stephen Strange also closed his mouth again because he was asking for trouble and focused on Work.

He did not realize at all that his hands could actually control extremely precise surgical machinery.

When Wanda Maximoff and Lara Croft's aircraft landed on the tarmac at Karma Taj's Himalayan headquarters, a Warden Praetorian took over from the accompanying knight. The thick black shirt with a red background was covered with snow powder. Lara Croft had never been to this place. She only learned that Kama Taj is located in the Himalayas when she was approaching her destination. However, she was still shocked by the beautiful scenery in this snowy valley. The beautiful scenery of spring all year round is similar to The towering snow peaks are only one step away, as if there is an invisible barrier blocking them from the outside.

Mordu came back dejectedly on another plane with other exhausted mystics. Master Hamil walked up and said something to him, and then Mordu walked back to his room along the path.

"My Lord is back." The warden seemed to see Wanda Maximoff's doubts, so he took the initiative to provide information. "But he doesn't have time to see you or anyone else right now."

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