The Surgeon's Studio

The skill of a Legend-rank Master-rank general surgery gave Zheng Ren great confidence.

‘It was just a porcelain gallbladder. There’s nothing difficult about it,’ Zheng Ren thought.

However, as soon as he started, Zheng Ren knew why the System would issue an emergency mission and give him a platinum treasure chest as a reward.

Zheng Ren was confident in his blunt dissection.

However, as soon as he went on stage and started the blunt dissection, the gallbladder was torn in less than five minutes.

Zheng Ren held the hemostatic forceps and blunt scissors and stood on the operating table in a daze.

This… This was too difficult.

It was just a gallbladder. As rare as it was, it was only a porcelain gallbladder. How difficult could it be?

This time, Zheng Ren was in a difficult position.

If it was on the operating table, he could only protect the tissues around the gallbladder and try to avoid the metastasis of the malignant tumor. Then…

He had to go all out!

Since it was already broken, it was actually easier. He could just tear it bit by bit and remove it.

However, Zheng Ren did not want to do that.

The System’s mission requirement was to remove it perfectly. Zheng Ren did not need to consider this. It was just a platinum treasure chest. Zheng Ren was not interested at all.

The most important thing was the porcelain gallbladder. The possibility of gallbladder cancer was very high. If one was not careful, the patient’s survival time after the surgery would be greatly reduced.

Zheng Ren sighed. He ended the failed surgery and continued training for the next surgery.

But the next time, the surgery was still a blow to Zheng Ren’s head!

It was still the same position. As careful Zheng Ren was, the gallbladder was still pulled and torn. It fell twice in the same place. Zheng Ren could not forgive himself, no matter what.

He was going crazy! He felt a twist in his heart and opened the third channel.

However, the third channel was also the same.

It was unimaginable to fall three times in the same position. Zheng Ren was also surprised at this point.

By right, his general surgery technique had already reached the first-class level in the world. If he could not even do it himself, then very few people would be able to do it.

This was definitely a master-level general surgery technique!

This was not a joke.

However, it was still not enough.

Zheng Ren calmed down. He knew that there were many things that could not be solved with brute force. It was simple, rough, and direct. Naturally, it was straightforward. However, once a problem appeared, it meant that something that he did not know had happened. He had to think of a solution.

What was the problem?

Zheng Ren looked at the simulation mannequin in a daze. He looked at the faint blue gallbladder and looked at the damaged spot.

He suddenly had a thought. If he did not end the surgery, he would finish it immediately!

If he wanted to know why, dissecting would definitely be the best way. However, other surgeons used cadavers to do dissections. Or, the patient’s family members would file a complaint with the Medical Investigation Commission, and the forensic doctors would perform an autopsy.

As for Zheng Ren, he did not need any cadavers at all. At this moment, the advantage of the System was right in front of him.

It was a perfect simulation. If he was wrong, he could do it all over again. What kind of experience was this? Zheng Ren had experienced this feeling many times, but none of them were as intense as this one.

The general surgery technique at the level of a legend could even take down an autogenous liver transplant. A mere gallbladder…

Just a mere gallbladder had stumped Zheng Ren.

The Simulation mannequin calmed his mind and he tried to save as much time as possible for the surgery training. He began to dissect the experimental subject.

It was not surgery, but a bold and decisive dissection.

Outside, it would be murder. However, in the operating theater, Zheng Ren was facing a simulation mannequin.

As Zheng Ren dissected the simulation mannequin, he warned himself not to have a psychotic breakdown.

If one day he encountered a problem outside and thought that he was in the operating theater, dissecting the simulation mannequin…that would be the most f*cked up thing in the world.

Because he did not need to think about the success of the surgery as he dissected the simulation mannequin, Zheng Ren quickly completed the autopsy of the simulation mannequin.

In the gallbladder, the cauliflower-shaped tumor had already begun to infiltrate. The position that he had repeatedly torn had actually been infiltrated by the tumor until only about 1mm of the gallbladder’s outer wall was left.

Moreover, this part of the tissue was only hyperemia and edema, not porcelain.

In other words, this section of the gallbladder was especially thin. It was as if it could break at the touch.

In the gallbladder, other than the malignant tumor, there were more than a dozen stones of various sizes. Each stone was blue in color. It looked as if the patient had been poisoned by a strange toxin invented in fantasy novels.

It would be broken with just a touch. What should he do?

Zheng Ren was a little confused.

However, this confusion only lasted for a few seconds. Zheng Ren began to dissect the liver.

Near the gallbladder fossa, the liver’s dorsal membrane was filled with blood and edema. If it was a blunt dissection, it would definitely be very troublesome.

Fortunately, it was only an autopsy. Zheng Ren opened the liver roughly and saw that there were stones in the bile duct. The cystic duct was firmly stuck.

The scope of the cancer invasion did not seem to be that large. The porcelain gallbladder wall was like an insulating layer, blocking the spread of the tumor cells.

Zheng Ren dissected and analyzed the patient bit by bit. From the inside to the outside, he understood the patient’s situation.

The situation was particularly complicated. It was so complicated that Zheng Ren was somewhat helpless.

After using more than half an hour of surgical training, Zheng Ren completed the autopsy and walked out of the operating theater of the System.

After leaving the System space, Zheng Ren picked up his phone.

In the real world, less than a minute had passed, and this was used up when he entered the operating theater.

Zheng Ren made a call.

“Brother Yang. Don’t do anything. Wait for me!” Zheng Ren said.

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

“The blue porcelain gallbladder. I think there’s a high probability of a malignant tumor. I’ll go right away. When we get there, we’ll discuss it together.” Zheng Ren did not care whether Professor Yang had any opinions about his advice and spoke the truth.

“Okay.” Professor Yang was stunned for a few seconds before he immediately replied.

Zheng Ren returned to the operating theater of the System and began to continue his surgical training.

He had already clearly understood the anatomical structure. From the inside out, the autopsy was much simpler for Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren cursed himself in his heart. How long did it take for him to think of this method. There were countless cadavers here. Why did he not know how to treasure them?

However, from the beginning when he gained the System until now, there were not many times when he could use this method.

As a human, if he did not force himself, he would never know where his limit was.

Zheng Ren was like this.

He began to continue the surgery. In his field of vision, the gallbladder was blue and watery. It was like a poisonous creature, silently telling Zheng Ren to be careful.

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…

In the Sorcery Capital, Peng Jia was in a meeting.

Suddenly, his secretary walked in and whispered a few words into his ear.

Peng Jia was stunned for a moment.

Everyone in the meeting looked at Peng Jia in surprise, guessing what had happened.

“There is a situation now.” Peng Jia felt that it was difficult to make a decision, so he simply told him what had happened.

The meeting room was silent. Everyone held their breaths as they listened to Peng Jia describe the situation.