honor me as god

Chapter 716 Probability of Success
Baron walked to the door, opened it a crack, and gave the order to evict the guests: "Okay, I've said all I need to say. You can go, I don't care about your trespassing on the house, we just pretend we haven't seen it before."

Kino didn't move, just stared at the fire, and said silently: "If I heard correctly, you just said 'basically nothing', which basically means that there is still a possibility of success in theory."

Baron rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Why are you so stubborn? It's like asking me if I can win 5000 million if I buy a lottery ticket now. Strictly speaking, yes, there is indeed such a one in a billion." There’s a [-] in [-] chance of hitting the jackpot, but that’s not statistically meaningful.”

"The same goes for your wounded man. The success rate of the operation is infinitely close to 0. The probability is pitifully small, understand?"

Chino: "So, there is still a possibility of success."

Baron lost his temper, and said weakly, "Okay, okay, there's a chance, okay?"

"Then do me a favor." Chino took out the business card and a black bank card that he had given in the past and put them on the table, "10 billion US dollars, help me save people."

"Did you introduce me in the past? Tell me earlier, it made me so nervous. When I was young, she helped me a lot in the past. I will definitely give her face." Baron saw the business card, His expression relaxed a lot, he looked at the bank card on the table, frowned and asked, "10 billion dollars, God, I've never seen such an offer. Which big shot are you trying to save?"

Chino: "You don't need to ask about that."

Baron smiled wryly. He rolled up his sleeves, showing his hands full of scars and sutures, and sighed, "My friend, no matter it's such a high salary or the past face, I'm happy to help you." .But I don’t know if I have told you about my situation before, my hand has been crippled by the enemy, and now I can even shake a spoon, let alone perform surgery on people.”

Chino: "I don't ask you to perform the operation yourself, but to teach me."

Baron was even more puzzled: "Are you a doctor?"

Chino: "No."

Baron didn't understand the situation at all, and said inexplicably: "You are the strangest person I have ever seen. You are not a doctor but you want to learn surgical techniques, and the wounded only have 12 hours of life left. Do you want me to die in 12 hours?" Teach you the technique within an hour? This is impossible."

"And do you think anyone who wants to learn surgery can learn it? It requires unremitting efforts and practice. If you want to reach my level, you need at least decades of clinical experience, plus a very outstanding talent. It's not that I look down on it. You, do you have this talent?"

"Shua—" Without any warning, Kino suddenly picked up the knife on the table and threw it at the cat huddled in the corner.

The knife cut through the tip of the cat's ear and nailed it to the wall behind. The poor cat was so frightened that it jumped more than a meter high, panicked and squeezed into a closet, and kept blowing at Kino.

"God damn freak! What are you doing?!" Baron was furious, and hurried over to pick up the cat and protect it in his arms, and sternly yelled at Kino, "Get out of here! You're not welcome here!"

Kino pointed to the knife nailed to the wall, motioning for Baron to look over.

Balon glanced at Chino suspiciously, walked to the wall and began to look at the table knife. Suddenly, his eyes slowly lost focus, and he murmured, "Oh my God!"

There was no trace of blood on the knife. Apparently when it scratched the cat's ear just now, it flew right next to the cat's ear without hurting any flesh. with a flea stuck to a cat's fur!

Baron pulled out the table knife and carefully looked at the pierced flea. The knife stabbed so precisely that such a small flea was actually cut in half by the blade. What's more, the flea was completely cut from the The cut in the middle is like an anatomical operation with infinitely high precision.

Baron took a breath and couldn't help exclaiming: "God, are you a robot? How can you control your strength so precisely?"

Kino didn't answer directly, but asked silently: "Are you qualified to learn from you?"

Baron scratched the back of his head and asked hesitantly, "If it's 12 hours, it definitely won't work. The study time will definitely be in years."

Chino: "It's okay, I have a lot of time."

Baron nodded, pressed a mechanism on the closet, and opened the secret door leading to the basement: "Come on, let's try to fight the god of death."

For the next six months, Kino and Baron lived in this small house beside Lake Baikal.

Baron had taken in apprentices before, and there were many talented people among them. However, no matter how talented those people were, young people would always like to take a break from their busy schedule, either secretly going to the town to drink, or spending the night outside with the women they hooked up with.

For these people, Baron never blamed them unless they had gone too far.

People always have their own desires. How can there be someone in the world who can study and work all the time and never relax?The machine has to be turned off occasionally, dusted and lubricated.

Baron is not opposed to entertainment for young people. Relaxation is the way to relax, and the combination of work and rest can be more efficient.

However, this apprentice is extremely pure now, so pure that Baron sometimes feels timid.

In the past six months when Chino came to study, apart from his daily life, he spent 20 hours a day in the basement, either learning techniques from Baron, or practicing on simulated human body props with reference to the imaging map of the injury, and did not read newspapers during the day , I don’t bask in the sun at noon, I don’t go to the tavern at dusk, I don’t go out to find women at night, and I don’t have any entertainment.

If it is an ordinary person, practicing in the dark from morning to night, without entertainment, without social interaction, stretched like a tight spring, I am afraid that I will go crazy after a few weeks.

But Chino is like an emotionless, infinitely wearable robot, without any emotional ups and downs, never tired, never bored.

Sometimes, Baron would even suspect that if Kino's chest was opened to take a look, it might not contain a heart of flesh and blood, but a mechanical power core.

Even Chino looks like a robot when performing simulated surgery, those amber eyes will lose all emotion, and the knife will become more precise than a precision instrument, even the young Baron can't match it.

On the 187th day of practice, the lottery hit—Kino's first successful mock surgery, removing all the projectile fragments without threatening his life.

But this is far from enough.

All the operations before this, Chino had failed. This success can only show that there is a slight hope. Push towards 100%.

There were countless chances for surgery practice in the previous life, but when he returned to Solandelle, there was only one chance.

There will only be one winner in that doomed contest between the god of death and the god of death.

(End of this chapter)