Plague Doctor

How different are we from our ancestors?

In those moments of arrogance, brutality, stupidity, ignorance, and helplessness, how big a difference is there...

It was dark at night, and in the operating room of the Psychiatric and Psychology Building at the Dongzhou Medical University Base, a lobotomy was being performed.

The chief surgeon Liu Chuanhong, as well as the anesthesiologist, first assistant, second assistant and others around the operating table heard some chaotic noises outside, but they all held their breath. Professor Lu Qiqing was in a comatose state under general anesthesia, and the operation was done on one side. The cutting stage is over.

"Get ready to cut off." Liu Chuanhong said. The old seal stone had been laid out in the operating room long ago, and the team of old seal personnel was ready to deal with any abnormality that might occur at any time.

Sun Yuheng was the first assistant in this operation. He, Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan came to Dongzhou Tianji Bureau at the same time. He was originally promoted to first assistant in such a short time. Normally, he is a rare talent, but his shine was overshadowed by a few classmates. I was almost too talented to get into the magic department.

Liu Chuanhong was holding the cutter and steadily inserted into the drill hole on the left side of Professor Lu's skull to cut off several predetermined nerve fibers inside.

The vague chaotic noise coming from outside became louder. There was a sudden boom, and the whole building shook violently. Even the shadowless lamp on the operating table shook.

It seems that just now, a huge earthquake occurred.

And those chaotic sounds became more and more intense, bang, bang, bang, bang, intensive gunfire sounded.

Everyone beside the operating table swayed because of the vibration. Liu Chuanhong's right hand almost stopped. The cutter in his hand almost deviated from the planned cutting position and stabbed into other parts of the brain. This would inevitably cause unpredictable consequences. As a result, the patient may never wake up again.

Cold sweat dripped from the surgeon's forehead onto the mask. The circulating nurse next to him quickly went up to wipe it away, and the surgeon took a deep breath.

No one spoke, their heart rates accelerated, and they couldn't help but swayed.

"Continue the operation and prepare to cut off." Liu Chuanhong calmed down their 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 slight shaking of the building that continued. Liu Chuanhong aimed the cutter at the predetermined nerve fiber and pulled the pull bar of the cutter handle. There seemed to be a click. The wire ring pops up and rotates to complete the cutting.

This was Professor Lu's first nerve fiber severing in the frontal lobe, and it was also the first lobotomy for experimental treatment of patients with petrochemical disease.

There was silence in the operating room. Nothing happened, no mental shock waves, no hallucinations.

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

A lot of medical staff and old Indian people are not sure what this is, but it usually means... invalid.

A trace of disappointment actually spreads in their hearts. Like when suffering from nightmare disease, one of the effective signs of lobotomy is that when the patient's nerve fibers are cut off, the patient will release a mental shock, so that at the initial stage of cutting off During this step, Gu Jun could only stay in the operating room alone to perform the operation.

But now there is no reaction at all, which may mean that the connection between petrochemical patients and abnormal power does not lie in the brain lobes, and damaging this place cannot cut off the connection.

But at this moment, none of them can be sure whether it is yes or no, and Professor Lu cannot express the changes in his symptoms.

So no matter what, the operation can only continue. This operation is like a motor train that has no pauses. Once it leaves the platform, it can only reach its end point.

"The patient has no abnormal reaction and no abnormality." Liu Chuanhong made a report and then operated the cutter to penetrate into the next predetermined position. "The operation continues."

At the same time, the gunfire outside did not decrease. They suddenly heard an explosive boom, and their hearts were still clenched. They could hear that it was the explosion of artillery shells. The communication loudspeaker on the wall of the operating room quickly transmitted the words: "Please operate with peace of mind in the operating room. There is an abnormal force attack outside, and the situation is still under control."

Obviously, the command center also knew that the deafening sound of artillery fire could not help affecting their mental state.

"It's the statue of Dr. Gu." Liu Chuanhong said to the others, concentrating his and other people's energy, "The enemy wants to destroy the statue of Dr. Gu. We do our thing, Professor Lu is still waiting for us to complete this operation, Gu The heroic spirit of the doctor will bless our success in the operation, let’s continue the operation!”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Sun Yuheng calmed down and continued his work.

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

Now, Sun Yuheng was a little dissatisfied about why he couldn't get into the spell department, but the more this happened, the more he had to fight his own battle. It would not have been easier for Gu Jun to face the mental shock of a nightmare patient alone than it is now. He can't let Dongda lose its prestige. He can't afford to lose Dongda's reputation.

Sun Yuheng laughed at himself to relieve some of his nervousness, and then devoted himself entirely to the operation.

The explosions of artillery shells rang out repeatedly outside the building, but the vague and chaotic voices did not stop, but became faster and more chaotic.

Just like that suddenly, they heard the first scream, but the screams stopped suddenly, and then there were more shouts and gunshots...

Someone died. The tragic scream was the last echo of the victim before his death.

The defense line with Gu Jun's statue as the center point is undoubtedly under severe impact.

Liu Chuanhong once again pulled the lever of the cutter handle to cut off the second god.

After the fiber position, the cutting is completed at the third position soon.

The severing of the lobes on this side of the brain was completed. They did not breathe a sigh of relief and began to close the skull and suture it.

The night outside became darker, and the various chaotic sounds never stopped. A second scream appeared, and then a third...

It was an indistinguishable mix of how many people screamed, yelled, and yelled like crazy.

It seemed that a line of defense had been lost, and those of them who were doing the surgery didn't even know what kind of enemy their colleagues outside were facing. There was only the vague roar of floods, and some indescribable weird sounds.

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

Stand by the operating table, just like the soldiers who stand on the defensive line.

After everyone finished processing the left side of the skull, they moved on to the right side. They turned Professor Lu into a good position and started to cut the scalp.

Not long after, 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 the right side of Professor Lu's skull, causing a slight splash of bone residue.

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