Plague Doctor

Weird lights and shadows flickered out of this ancient big banyan tree, as well as the silhouettes of people kneeling and worshiping around.

Gu Jun felt that he was right next to the banyan tree, but his "angle of view" could see all the scenes around the banyan tree in 360 degrees. There were about fifty people kneeling around the tree, all wearing the same set of clothes... …

It was a long black mandarin jacket, which seemed to have some strange embroidery patterns. It looked like the clothes of the Republic of China, revealing an unknown sinister.

This is where? when? Gu Jun thought suspiciously, the visual range of the phantom is limited, and the farther place is just like a hazy out-of-focus area, with vaguely low buildings. Is this Gurong Village? Or where did patient 25 on the operating table come from?

He wanted to take a closer look at the banyan tree, but he could only see its luxuriant branches and leaves spreading outside, and its thick whiskers hanging down to the ground, as if absorbing the power of the earth.

"Why?" Gu Jun couldn't figure it out. If the patient with the banyan tree disease was directly connected to this phantom, what does this scene have in common with the surgery they are going to perform on the patient?

At this time, he vaguely heard the voice of someone struggling and howling, "Ah, ah..." Was it the cry of patient No. 25?

But suddenly he saw something, four people also wearing that kind of long black mandarin jackets were pushing a strange wooden prison cart towards the banyan tree. Strange ring, there is a wooden frame right in the middle of the prison cart...

Gu Jun's heart twitched suddenly, his headache became more intense, and the image of the phantom was greatly fluctuated.

A man was tied to the wooden frame of the prison car. His torso and limbs were tightly bound in a large shape, as if his whole body was being secured on an operating table. The man whimpered in pain, the phantom picture suddenly approached, and Gu Jun saw that the man's tongue had been cut off...

Those people pushed the prison cart and passed by. The people kneeling on the ground didn't move, and they didn't even lift their heads.

Gu Jun's heart tightened, and he could vaguely foresee what would happen... The commonality of this scene...

They pushed the prison cart all the way to the side of the banyan tree, stopped, and another man came, also wearing a red mandarin jacket. The man in red held a machete in his hand, walked to the side of the prison car, and swung the machete at the prisoner's right upper limb on the wooden frame. With a click, the wood flew out with flesh and blood, and then his left upper limb...

The screams seemed to come from hell, but the sound of the blade falling continued.

Gu Jun also felt a bone-deep pain, the phantom became more and more unstable, jumping indistinctly. He saw the machete dripping with blood, and saw those people lying on the ground suddenly chanting something in unison, making an indescribable strange sound.

He saw what the man in red was holding... It was the twisted and intertwined branches of the banyan tree, with some black words written on each dense leaf... He couldn't tell what language it was... The man in red was holding these Zhimu, insert it into the broken limbs of the man in the prison car...

Amidst the howling, the man "turned" into a form with a human torso and head, but limbs made of banyan branches.

Gu Jun's head hurt so badly, and at this moment, he saw those men in black getting up from the ground one by one, walking towards the banyan tree, towards the sacrificial offering in the prison cart...

But he seems to be gradually going away, far away from this picture, but suddenly.

He saw the appearance of the man in red, and he could see it clearly. His face was haggard and mutilated, almost like a skeleton, which was disgusting.

It was the Layson "receptionist" who was following him, that guy.

"Ah!!" Gu Jun couldn't help but let out a hoarse and frantic cry, feeling something explode in his heart.

Those men in black are all members of Laisheng Company, this is their organization. They form secret societies and do these crazy rituals and sacrifices for some crazy purpose. Are mom and dad also one of them? Are they both there! ?

Just why, the sense of age of this phantom is so long ago, as if it happened in the period of the Republic of China...

This bunch of new questions flooded every drop of Gu Jun's blood, but at the same time he had some hateful answers:

Laisheng Company is an organization of lunatics, and the Yirong disease is related to Laisheng Company, and it is probably a man-made disease!

Suddenly, all the illusions receded like a tide, and Gu Jun suddenly saw the bright modern operating room around him, and the light of the shadowless lamp shone down from above.

"Second assistant, calm down!" Zhu Ruiwen scolded loudly, Futai's face was a little disappointed, Gu Jun had a stress reaction before the operation even started. "I don't think it's suitable for you to stay here anymore..." Zhu Ruiwen said hesitantly, the operation was about to start, and so did the other teams, where could he find a second assistant? He was also the chief surgeon just now, and he didn't know how to deal with this situation.

The first assistant Zeng Jianguo, the third assistant Li Hualong, the anesthesiologist Yan Haizhe, and a group of nurses were all looking at Gu Jun.

Just now, the rookie suddenly let out a cry of emotional breakdown, full of confusion, confusion, and pain.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in the operating room of Tianji Bureau. No one wants to blame or ridicule him, but there is always disappointment. Zhu Zhu said before, "Gu Jun is more talented than me. He can also become the main knife, so you can trust him."

If you can't pass the psychological test in Tianji Bureau, no matter how talented you are, it's useless.

"I, I'm fine..." Gu Jun took a few deep breaths, propped himself up on his feet, and kept his sterile hands from touching the bed, table, or operating table next to him, "Master Zhu,

I'm fine, I was a little panicked just now, but it's all good after yelling. "

He didn't make much excuses for himself, because of the appearance of the hallucination, who can say whether it is a kind of stress response or not?

Patient 25 on the operating bed was still shouting, but his eyes had been covered with a sterile eye mask by the nurse, and he was much quieter than before.

"Oh, that's fine." Zhu Ruiwen sighed, the training and practice of human-faced dog thoracotomy is still not accurate.

Watching animals die tragically and watching their own kind die tragically are two different things for human beings.

It is also different for a doctor to look at a dead patient's body and to look at a patient struggling to die.

No matter how talented Gu Jun is, he still lacks these psychological experiences. But Zhu Ruiwen saw that he had indeed calmed down, so he didn't let him go immediately. He looked at the situation before deciding whether to let Li Hualong be the second assistant. But someone winked at the itinerant nurse: If Gu Jun finds anything wrong again, pull him out immediately.

"The patient has delirium, let's hurry up." Holding the scalpel, Zhu Ruiwen focused on the operating table again. Everyone is back in action.

Gu Jun calmed down, calm down, calm down, calm down, don't think about anything now, let's talk about it after finishing the operation.

He concentrated on watching Zhu Zhu and Zeng Yizhu make the incision, and tried his best to block the patient's cries of pain so that his brain could ignore them.

The chief surgeon and Yisuke first made a posterior incision (neck and scapula), then an anterior incision (thoracic and axillary), and then cut off the patient's posterior muscles and separated the posterior skin flap. They stopped the bleeding while cutting. At this time, the latissimus dorsi and trapezius muscles were cut, and the blood was surging. Zeng Jianguo was a bit overwhelmed.

"Hmm." Zhu Ruiwen slightly turned his head to look at Gu Jun and Li Hualong, and finally called out, "Second assistant, come up and suture to stop the bleeding."

After all, there will be 19 operations in the next three days, and their team needs a good second aid.

Now the operation is only the second stage of muscle cutting, it is still early, if Gu Jun is not good enough, then he should replace it as soon as possible.

Under everyone's different gazes, Gu Jun stepped forward in response: "Okay."

He looked at the closer operating area—the shoulder of the patient's deformed left upper limb, where there was already a distorted bloody mess.

I like Plague Doctor.