Plague Doctor

In the operating room, which was used to treat illnesses and save lives, there was a scene of madness.

Si Kouxian and other medical staff pressed their heads in pain and screamed, veins popping up on their pale faces, but the look in their eyes was rapidly dimming.

The command center conference room, psychology building, headquarters research institute and other places that were looking at the synchronized images were all shocked by this!

The screams coming from the operating room made every researcher's heart tighten. What is happening? Chen Wenwei's electroencephalogram showed a mess of chaotic waveforms, which was extremely strange and crowded on the monitoring screen.

"Rescue them quickly!" Professor Qin shouted urgently, and his voice came from the public address system.

There had already been a team of operators wearing sterile clothing waiting outside the operating room to respond to any situation, but now they suddenly stood still with painful expressions on their faces.

At the same time, everyone saw Gu Jun, who was still standing steadily, rushing to the operating table, snatching a ball of clean gauze from the instrument tray on the table, and stuffed it into Chen Wenwei's mouth, blocking it tightly. Blocked those weird sounds.

People everywhere were shocked. Gu Jun...can he still move?

Not only was Gu Jun still able to move and control his body, but he was also able to stay sane and shout: "Don't look at him, don't listen to him! Think of something else!"

While he was shouting, he had already adjusted a needle of anesthetic mixed with lidocaine, tetracaine, etc. from the anesthesia equipment table. He aimed it at the position below the external ear door of Chen Wenwei's head and slightly in front of the front edge of the mastoid process. The sharp needle flashed. After passing the cold light, insert it vertically, and when it reaches the bottom of the jugular vein hole, inject anesthetic.

Now that general anesthesia has failed to suppress the central nervous system, try local anesthesia nerve block.

As long as his glossopharyngeal nerve is anesthetized, Chen Wenwei will be unable to make a sound. If those words were a spell, the effect would be reduced.

"It's mental interference!" Gu Jun shouted again, "Command center, don't let anyone in yet!"

In the panic conference room on the same floor, Professor Qin heard this and immediately used the radio to stop the action team who was about to rush in: "Wait, listen to Ajun!"

Professor Qin understood that the patient was releasing abnormal and strong electroencephalogram signals, which caused stress to everyone in the operating room. However, Gu Jun was able to stabilize because of his strict mental training and other reasons.

However, those operational personnel have only received regular training. Although their mental strength is stronger than ordinary people, they are still unable to cope with it freely.

It is very possible that if you open the operating room door and walk in, no one can be saved, and you will need others to save you.

However, in the operating room, several nurses had already fallen to the floor, and others were holding on to the surrounding instruments, chairs, stools and other objects, and they could no longer hold on.

"Ajun, tell me immediately when people can go in!" Professor Qin's voice sounded in the operating room through the loudspeaker.

"I know..." Gu Jun could barely hold himself steady, and he felt a huge chaos surging in his mind, and the cracking pain was getting worse.

But he tried his best to concentrate on one point, held the lobotomy device, and took a deep breath.

It was an unfamiliar touch on his hand, but he had studied the information and had just seen how Sikou was used. The wire ring on the handle had been retracted. He probed the cutter to the deeper predetermined position in the patient's brain. Not sure if it's 100% accurate.

No matter how difficult it is, this operation must continue.

Gu Jun had a thought in his mind and clicked to accept the task:

[Difficult task: Complete two-star surgery (successfully) in one day, and the cumulative personal contribution points reach 100. Mission reward: 1 pair of Carlop brand anatomical scissors]

[Accept the mission and complete it! 】

He immediately pulled the handle of the cutter, and there was a strange force, as if he could feel the wire ring popping out and spinning.

Stir evenly and vigorously.

Click! Another soft nerve fiber was damaged in the frontal lobe of Chen Wenwei's brain. His cloudy eyes became stiffer and stiffer, but his mouth could no longer make any sound.

But vaguely, Gu Jun seemed to hear Chen Wenwei's sad pleading: "Doctor Gu, help me..."

Is it spiritual induction... He felt other people's emotions, hesitation, fear, sadness and pain.

The confusion of struggling alone in a big city, the anxiety about the future of life, the longing for hometown, and the reluctance to leave.

For some reason, Gu Jun seemed to see a small bay window.

"Brother, hold on!" He gritted his teeth, concentrated his mind, pushed the cutter forward a little further, and pulled out the wire ring again.

Click, another nerve fiber was damaged.

Then Gu Jun slowly pulled the cutter out of the patient's skull and drilled the hole. Feeling that the mental pressure had weakened, he shouted: "Okay, come in and save people!"

"Rescue!" Professor Qin gave the order, and the operations team guarding the operating room rushed in first. Although they were suddenly dizzy, they could still bear it and did not care about keeping clean. They quickly rushed Si Kouxian to wait. People put it on a stretcher and transported it out, and immediately went to rescue.

"I'm fine...you guys save others..." Sikouxian said slowly while lying on the stretcher, still conscious.

However, the first assistant Song Yilong, the second assistant Chen Xinfeng, the anesthesiologist Guo Jun, and the equipment nurse Huang Yanyu, the four operating staff who were the second closest to the patient, all had pale faces, saliva flowed out, facial muscles were skewed and twitched, and they were unconscious.

Other neurosurgeons in the corridor outside knew something was wrong at first glance. The symptoms looked like acute cerebral hemorrhage.

These people who were performing operations just now should

That is to say, he will be sent to the operating room next to him.

The entire surgical building was mobilized. The neurosurgery department did not have that many manpower, so all the staff from other departments who could come came to help.

At this time, the substitute surgical team that had been arranged walked in from the clean corridor door. Their faces were solemn and they walked to the operating table without hesitation.

The chief surgeon was Gao Guohong, and the first assistant was Ding Ming. Gu Jun took over the position of the second assistant and worked with everyone on the cranial closure and suturing.

People who watched the synchronized images also saw that Gu Jun's hands were really steady, and he was even the calmest on the operating table. The others were still suffering from some invisible mental interference, and their hands were shaking a little. Some of the delicate operations were done by Gao Guohong and completed by Gu Jun.

The youngest guy in the room has become the anchor of this operating room, inspiring everyone's spirit.

"Ajun, do you think this operation should continue?" After completing the cranial closure on this side, Professor Qin asked Gu Jun's opinion.

"Yes! You must keep doing it." Gu Jun responded seriously, "You will know the result only if you keep doing it."

As a result, the operating room continued to be silent, and the Baoding nurse turned the other side of the patient's head and fixed it again, and everyone continued to work hard.

Scalpels, monopolar electric scalpels, high-speed electric drills... instruments continued to be used one after another, exposing the skull again and drilling a hole again.

The medical staff were determined not to think too much. They had only one idea: to complete the operation!

Just like what Gu Jun said just now, we must keep doing it.

Don't let Sikou lead their downfall meaningless. Even if this second group of people also falls, they must call on the third group of people to continue.

Because whether lobotomy has a therapeutic effect on nightmare disease will not be known until it is done.

In the history of human medicine, there has been no other way to cure disease, not through the mercy of gods, nor through the charity of demons.

Only through clinical trials like this, relying on the blood and flesh of patients and doctors, can we blaze a trail.

Love the Plague Doctor.