192: C192 First Creative Hands

C192 First Creative Hands

The First Innovation of Personal Surgery

The melody of "No one goes to sleep tonight" drifted in the room. The grand and grand music was like Chen Qun's mood, gradually pushing him to an unprecedented level. Countless thoughts converged in his mind and eventually converged into one, forming a magnificent river that flowed within his mind.

Chen Qun didn't know if this was a new ability given by the system — Skill Integration, but this was the first time Chen Qun created an unprecedented minimally invasive surgery from a theoretical point of view. To him, this was a brand-new domain. He only had a rough idea, but the specific details required him to verify it in the operation room of System Space.

Moreover, this kind of operation was possible for him to solve the problem of saving the virtual patients that he had practiced countless times. It was also a success for the two super patients who had their bones shattered and organs completely shattered.

It was just that he couldn't figure out why Zhang Xin would suddenly introduce him with a lot of classical music and opera, and why she even let him enjoy it so much. Facing his girlfriend's request, he almost said that he didn't have the time to fight to the death with her. However, the words were swallowed back at the tip of his tongue.

But a surgical dog, beginning to enjoy elegant classical music, seems out of tune? Could it be that Zhang Xin was going to train him into a musician or Pianist? Would he get himself a Yamaha piano next time and ask him to practice?

Chen Qun thought about his girlfriend's weird request unreliably and felt a little uneasy. He didn't know why, but even though he had rejected the classical music and denied it, his body was still very obedient. As soon as the melody started, he became intoxicated, as if there were many music cells and art cells in his body.

Was this because his physical fitness had increased by leaps and bounds, or did his IQ increase by a lot?

Only then did Chen Qun think about it. He suddenly remembered that there should be a reason why the System mocked him for his low IQ. He had been thinking about this for a long time, and only the prototype of the operation method appeared in his mind. However, he had no way to solve all the difficult problems during the operation.

It was as if he desperately needed to improve his IQ right now. The system had already told him that the higher the level of a doctor, the lower the chances of the treasure chests giving him an individual attribute point.

What he needed to do the most right now was … Level up! He had always wanted to swindle the Treasure Chest from the System, but every day, he would follow a few of his colleagues to diagnose a variety of strange cases. He might have to change his current condition for the time being and head back to the emergency room for more simple surgical procedures.

By doing this, the first system would not issue out low-level quests, so he would have no experience. By doing this, the first system would not issue out low-level quests, and he would have no experience.

Even if he was in the emergency department, he still had Cosmetic Unit. Training all sorts of large and small operations in the plastic surgery techniques into Master Level was the greatest benefit. Moreover, Lee Bing from Cosmetic Unit would definitely support him, he could have as many patients as he wanted.

Besides, they still had a few days off, despite Chi Hong's request to intensify her studies and take part in the teaching demonstration of foreign experts. But he only demonstrated twice a week, and he had enough time to go back to his old ways and continue to be a Surgery Doctor and a plastic surgeon.

It was just that he didn't work properly, so he had to find an excuse to trick Teacher Huang.

When Chen Qun thought of this, he felt a headache coming on. He turned off the classical music on his phone, leaned on the bed, and continued to think of excuses. But in the blink of an eye, he entered into his dreams, and once again entered the System Space.

The moment he arrived at the pathology lab, he could not help but suck in a breath of cold air when he saw the prices. Every minute you use the lab, you have to pay a gold star?

This was the pace of one not recognizing another. Alright, this is the normal mode of the black-hearted system. The system must be making fun of me for the poisoning incident to be unveiled in all its forms. Now that the quest was completed, the system had completely turned black.

However, Chen Qun looked at his mission and still did not indicate that it was completed. What was the reason for this? Could it be that there was a recurrence of severe cases?

Chen Qun thought for a while, but he knew he was powerless. For any doctor, it was an indestructible disease. There were always patients who died in the hospital due to strange reasons. Even the simplest cold and fever could not be cured, not to mention all kinds of cancer that did not have a cure at the moment.

He had done his best for the poisoned. The rest was up to their lives. If even a lucky master like him could not save them, then no one in the world could.

Chen Qun felt that after half a year of training, his thoughts were completely different from before. It turned out that he had met a patient, afraid that he would be unable to treat the patient and that the patient would die. Now, however, there was an additional trace of indifference and indifference, as if the patient's life and death would not be more at stake.

This was also the path that any doctor would have to take. As for Chi Hong and the others, they were only worried about the patient because they had just started.

Chen Qun's current thinking was very simple. As long as he did his best and had a clear conscience, he would be able to do what a doctor should do. He was just a doctor, not an omnipotent God or a deity. Naturally, he could not achieve perfection. Even if he was lucky with Master Level, there would be a day where a patient would die on his operating table.

For any doctor, there is no cure for the dead simply because there are not enough patients. His Luck skill was only used to reduce the probability of death, not to completely avoid it.

Chen Qun immediately entered the surgical space when he thought of this. He once again activated the 3600 knife slashes on the patient and began to sew them up. This time, he didn't use the usual surgical line, but used the minimally invasive catheter technique to repair the wound at the molecular level.

Thirty-seven minutes later, the simulated patient died.

Chen Qun put down the Optical Forceps in his hand, his heart was filled with huge waves. Although his operation failed, it was not because the operation was wrong, but simply because he could not keep up with the speed. If there were a few dozen Optical Forceps s, the patient would be treated at a molecular level to repair and suture the skin, and the operation would be successful.

Chen Qun did not continue to sew up his skin. Instead, he used the second simulated patient, the patient whose entire body was broken into pieces. The simulated patient died in seven minutes.

Chen Qun put down the Optical Forceps and catheter, and he became more and more convinced that he found a new surgical method. It's just that the molecular level of the Optical Forceps was too small, delaying the operation.

He needed a larger set of tweezers. A Optical Forceps at the cellular level or multiple cell layers was the best choice.2

He just didn't know if modern physics could produce such invisible tweezers.

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