At the beginning, he crossed over to become the cannon fodder villain's father

After everything was ready, one of the assisting doctors said, "Dean, everything is ready, the only thing missing is the key equipment."

Zhang Zhiming immediately looked at Zhao Chengfeng.

The latter shrugged, took out a black disc from his pocket, and stuck it behind Zhou Huihua's ear.

"what is this?"

Zhang Zhiming couldn't help asking, he had never seen this type of instrument in half his life.

"The latest intracranial imager has just been taken out of the laboratory, and it has not yet been put on the market." Zhao Chengfeng plausibly said what he said was true.

His demeanor affected everyone in the operating room. Although they had never seen this so-called latest intracranial imaging device, they were already half convinced.

"Don't look at me, start the operation quickly." Zhao Chengfeng took out another tablet from his pocket and urged.

Immediately, he opened an intracranial picture that he had downloaded a long time ago, and pretended to observe it.

Zhang Zhiming did not suspect him, and nodded to the other doctors: "Start."

After all, immediately enter the operation state.

Don't look at Zhang Zhiming's appearance in the office before, but once he enters the state of surgery, it's like a different person, and his whole temperament has undergone a major change.

Zhao Chengfeng nodded: This is what it looks like.

"Pen."

The nurse at the side handed the marker pen to Zhang Zhiming.

Zhang Zhiming drew some marks on Zhou Huihua's head.

"Scalpel No. 7."

"Scissors."

"Hand drill."

"Cutting Machine."

According to Zhang Zhiming's instructions, the nurse at the side handed him various tools.

Zhao Chengfeng looked normal at the beginning, but he was dumbfounded by the hand drill and cutting machine that appeared immediately after.

Hearing the jingling sound on the operating table, those who didn't know thought it was some decoration company coming.

After a series of operations, Zhang Zhiming removed a small piece of Zhou Huihua's skull, exposing the bright red brain.

"Now it's time for your instrument to play a role. The tumor is completely wrapped in his brain, and the location of the tumor must be precisely found before the knife can be performed."

Zhang Zhiming looked at Zhao Chengfeng with a solemn expression.

Previously, he only cut some skulls in the approximate area of ​​the tumor based on CT findings.

Zhang Zhiming stretched out his hand and said to Zhao Chengfeng, "Give me the instrument."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chengfeng shook his head, holding on to the tablet and not letting go.

"I can't give you the tablet. This thing is still in the experimental stage, and everything has to be kept secret." Zhao Chengfeng found a reason for his behavior: "I signed a non-disclosure agreement before I lent the device. If I show it to you, Tomorrow my company will go bankrupt."

"Why didn't you say such a thing earlier!" Zhang Zhiming became angry immediately.

"Don't worry, although I can't show you, I can. You just follow my instructions to execute the knife." Zhao Chengfeng comforted Zhang Zhiming when he saw that Zhang Zhiming was in a bad mood.

He also couldn't help thinking in his heart: How come this guy is like a different person when he is on the operating table, and he is so cowardly in the office.

How did he know that Zhang Zhiming has been a brain expert for half his life, and once he gets into the mood, he doesn't care about anything except surgery.

"Bullshit!"

Zhang Zhiming reprimanded: "If there is a problem with our cooperation, what will happen to the patient's life?"

"Don't worry, I'll be responsible for any problems." Zhao Chengfeng agreed immediately.

Zhang Zhiming hesitated for a moment, then looked at the big hole in Zhou Huihua's head, nodded and agreed: "Since you insist, I won't say more, but let me remind you first, if you don't cooperate well, you will have a medical accident." You are responsible."

"Don't worry, I believe in your skills." Zhao Chengfeng said carelessly.

Zhang Zhiming sighed inwardly. Although he agreed, he was actually not very optimistic about the success rate of this operation.

Even if he had to watch the instrument cut the knife with his own eyes, there was a high risk of failure, not to mention that there was Zhao Chengfeng in the middle.

It's just that at this time, it's hard to get off the tiger, and the risk is high, so I have to do it.

The rest of the doctors and nurses also sighed and gave Zhou Huihua sympathetic looks on the operating table.

They all pessimistically thought that Zhou Huihua might not be able to get off the operating table.

Many people even condemned Zhao Chengfeng in their hearts:
"What the hell, you said he was his friend, that's all?"

"He obviously has the equipment but doesn't show it to Dean Zhang. Hmph, this guy doesn't mean to kill others on purpose, does he?"

Zhao Chengfeng didn't know what these people were thinking. He silently communicated with the system in his heart.

"The eye of clairvoyance, open!"

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in Zhao Chengfeng's eyes.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the operating table, and no one noticed this strangeness.

As the golden light dissipated, Zhao Chengfeng suddenly found that his vision had changed dramatically.

He saw that everything within his line of sight had become translucent, and he could directly see the internal structure of things.

For example, with the hand drill in Zhang Zhiming's hand, he can see the countless precision machinery inside.

As well as the surrounding doctors and nurses, Zhao Chengfeng glanced over, and their clothes suddenly became transparent, revealing their naked bodies underneath.

"Damn it! Spicy eyes!" Zhao Chengfeng glanced at Zhang Zhiming carelessly, and suddenly felt that he was hit by [-] critical points, and his whole body was not well.

In the perspective state, in Zhao Chengfeng's eyes, Zhang Zhiming is just a fleshy ball made of fat, which looks as greasy and crooked as possible.

He quickly looked away, just in time to look at the little nurse beside him.

The little nurse is not very old, and it is the time when she is in the water.

Zhao Chengfeng only felt that his eyes were full of white things, which made him dizzy.

"Business matters, business matters."

Zhao Chengfeng settled down, and his eyes finally fell on Zhou Huihua's head.

The skull was immediately transparent, and then as Zhao Chengfeng concentrated his attention and finely manipulated the see-through eyes, the brain also became translucent, except for the important blood vessels and tumors in it that remained solid.

"Got you!"

Zhao Chengfeng heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the clairvoyant eye worked well.

Then he opened his mouth to instruct Zhang Zhiming where to cut the knife: "Third from the left, fourth from deep."

Holding the scalpel, Zhang Zhiming hesitated.

But seeing Zhao Chengfeng's serious expression, he decided to take a gamble.

The rest of the doctors on the side saw that Zhang Zhiming was about to go under the knife, and their hearts couldn't help but hang.

They were all afraid that Zhao Chengfeng had given the wrong instructions, that the knife would cut an important blood vessel, which would directly cause Zhou Huihua's intracranial hemorrhage.

In that case, there is no need to worry about the tumor, just push the person to the morgue.

Under the control of Zhang Zhiming, the scalpel cut down little by little.

His hands are steady and his distance control is extremely precise.

"Worthy of being a brain expert, you can really do it with your hands."

In Zhao Chengfeng's vision, he could clearly see the position where Zhang Zhiming's scalpel reached, no more, no less, exactly the depth he said, without even a millimeter of error.