The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 232 Ch.231 Isaac Brown's Friend
"Teacher, regarding Mr. Depp's surgery..."

An assistant stood to one side holding a clipboard.

At his desk, Isaac Brown was busy filling out surgical documents. In a few days, a special operation that might mean a breakthrough in the new era would be performed in his clinic.

He needs to be 100% focused.

I can't drink too much alcohol recently.

Just... a few shots of whiskey.

"Kevin Depp's 'that' part needs some strong support. Undoubtedly, steel is the hardest object in the world. If this operation is successful, I can guarantee that before he dies, the only part that will not bend or soften is——"

Isaac Brown paused and looked up: "Don't forget to ask them to go to church and pray in advance...to the Father of all."

If the operation is successful, it means that his skills are superb and his idea is bold and feasible; if the operation fails, it can only be said that...

Unfortunately, the All-Father did not bless you.

'You are not pious enough'.

——For the silver flute removal technique he invented and performed on women, failure was no big deal.

After all, it can still be used where it should be used.

But Kevin Depp is a male, and the structure is different.

Even though he was an insignificant person, he still had to find a plausible excuse if something went wrong.

"Did you buy what I asked you to buy?"

The assistant turned around and glanced at the closed door before answering in a low voice: "...a fifteen-year-old black boy, teacher."

"That's good."

Isaac Brown nodded.

He had tried this "implantation" method on other patients, and it worked in the short term. But after a few days, the thing necrotized and fell off like a rotten ham, and the patient developed a fever and fell into a coma.

He died very soon.

This time, he planned to use new materials and try it on young people with stronger vitality a few days in advance.

Steel forged by fire.

With powerful flesh and blood.

A perfect combination.

"…Perhaps, human flesh and cold metal should not be mixed together?"

The assistant muttered quietly.

"What did you say?"

Isaac Brown stared: "What did you say?"

The male assistant stammered and lowered his head.

"It seems that you need to learn to distinguish," Brown tapped the table, "to distinguish which reputations are genuine and which are created by people, cunning and clever people who do not deserve the reputation."

"Like... you know who I'm talking about."

The assistant said nothing.

he knows.

The reason why he can have such doubts today is probably because he recently read an opinion article written by Edward Snow in the newspaper.

This 'Ice Doctor', who is as famous as Isaac Brown, is contrary to Isaac Brown in every aspect.

For example, his teacher, Mr. Brown, believed that all the diseased parts of the patient should be removed -

Edward Snow, on the other hand, believed that amputation was unnecessary for some diseases as it was an irreversible act.

Not only is this likely to have nothing to do with the illness, it will also harm the ladies and gentlemen physically and mentally.

Those who rashly use saws are butchers, not healers. 'You'd better treat these seriously ill people like house cats, and tell them the same thing when they cry out in pain.'

Isaac Brown once targeted Snow in the newspapers and published a long article opposing his theory, and believed that he was the real "bloody butcher".

The two people were arguing with each other, and it was very lively for a while.

But most of the people who read the newspapers were not doctors; they were only interested in tangible results: and in terms of results, Isaac Brown was clearly superior.

Those women who had their silver flute removed were indeed no longer hysterical.

The crazy ones become dull, and the irritable ones become gentle.

They began to stop worrying about trivial matters and sat in front of the windowsill all day like a carefully crafted work of art, watching the curtains blown by the breeze, and admiring the green flowers and plants outside the window and the birds jumping on the branches.

Usually this behavior would continue all afternoon until the servants prepared dinner.

The effect is great.

What about Edward Snow?
The 'hand-cranked multi-layer vibrator' he invented can indeed relieve the symptoms, but it will become extremely troublesome afterwards: for example, some women buy the vibrator and use it day and night, so that their husbands are neglected.

For example, using the hand crank led to deeper symptoms...

There are so many things like this, and each family has its own troubles. It is indeed not as concise and obvious as Isaac Brown's.

besides…

Mr. Brown has performed even more miraculous operations: arm amputation, thigh amputation, etc.

These ultra-fast cutting techniques, which can even be counted by a human, have earned him far more praise than Edward Snow.

Some even say that he was one of the best surgeons of his time: less than one in ten patients died at his hands.

It was as if I was possessed by my benefactor in an instant.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Brown, a man named Mason Lyle said he had an appointment with you."

The person outside the door asked.

"Of course, please ask him to come in."

Soon after the assistant left, a straight, middle-aged man with gray hair walked in.

He had taken off his coat early and was wearing a neat bright blue suit with a shiny silver pocket watch chain. His trousers without a single wrinkle and shiny leather shoes indicated that he was not only a respectable man, but also a very high-profile respectable man.

The tone of his greeting was also different from that of ordinary people, quite like a person on stage. He blew in like a gust of wind, revealing a playful smile - since he was indeed handsome, this expression was not out of place on a middle-aged man's face.

Besides, Isaac Brown knew what the man was like; that was what he was.

"My dear friend, I told you many years ago that you would be able to do something extraordinary!"

Mason Lyle was so enthusiastic that he didn't care whether the greeting was appropriate. He moved his chair away, unbuttoned his clothes, and sat down with a bright smile:

"Look, I became the owner of a circus, and you? You suddenly became a famous doctor!"

Isaac Brown scratched the back of his hand irritably, trying to suppress the growing restlessness in his heart: "I'm busy, Mason."

"We are all busy, Isaac. For our own glorious future, we have to win war after war and defeat enemies one after another on our respective battlefields like soldiers..."

He kept on talking in an aria, and Isaac had to remain silent at this time.

"…If I say I am good, then you are excellent or terrific—I can't wait to announce to the gentlemen and ladies that Mason Lyle has such a promising friend!"

"Ah, being able to get away from the hustle and bustle for a while is an unspeakable luxury for us now, right?"

Isaac rubbed his face vigorously.

"Mason, let's make it short, okay?"

(End of this chapter)