In the operating room of the Second People's Hospital of Hai City, there was a nervous operation live broadcast.
The person lying on the operating table was the richest man in Hai City, who had a malignant cancer.
He should have gone to the capital and the devil's city to find the country's most powerful doctor to perform the top operation, but he happened to meet up with the professor from Japanese country's Sentsuo, who came to give lectures in China.
This man was a world-class expert in the field of sacred surgery. A few years ago, the Mikado operation was his main knife.
The professor's request was extremely strict. It was not allowed to visit during the operation period.
It was already a miracle that Zheng Hao could survive the operation. It was almost impossible for him to go to the operating table.
The operation began at 9:15 p.m.
In his eyes, the priest was rigorous and didn't put on airs. He started the fight in person.
His skin, skin, muscles, and abdominal cavity were cut open by him. His movements were very familiar. More importantly, the amount of blood was very little, and he estimated that it was about 6 meters.
However, after the patient's nasal cavity was opened, Director Fu and Director Liu on the side were stunned!
The malignant tumors in hydrogen had been seriously spread and invaded the surrounding organizations.
All the experts and professors agreed that the patient's lung cancer was in the third stage. Although the disease was serious, the tumor did not adhere to the surrounding environment, which was suitable for surgery.
It was a pity that everyone had misjudged him!
Dean Fu broke out in a cold sweat. "What on earth is going on?"
In order to ensure the operation was successful, the patient had made a nuclear magnetic field two days ago.
Could it be that the tumor had expanded in just two days?
The attractive device in Director Fu's hand was trembling slightly. Beside him, the old man looked a little unhappy. He knocked on the attractive device with the curved pliers in his hand and whispered.
Although Director Fu couldn't understand Japanese, looking at his eyes and knocking movements, he also knew that this Senai Professor was dissatisfied with him, so that he was a little stiff.
"Fu Sang, although both your technologies and equipment are poor, please be the most focused on the operation." The interpreter said with a straight face.
Director Fu was embarrassed, but he did not dare to show dissatisfaction.
The situation was more complicated than expected, and the operation was still going on.
He peeled off the tumor and connected it to the surrounding tissues, but the bleeding was still very little.
Zheng Hao adjusted his position, but still could not see the scene.
A dozen minutes later, he put down his knife and left after saying that.
The tumor and the abdominal abdomen were too sticky, and the last chance of operation had been lost. Even Professor Sen Tu couldn't do anything about it.
The operation failed!
"Zheng Hao, you and Cen Guandong will be locked up!" Director Liu ordered.
Zheng Hao was just an ordinary attending physician. In a heavily-graded hospital, it was impossible for him to experience high-level surgery at such a young age.
What he could do was nothing more than small operations such as northeast fire.
Zheng Hao walked up to her. He wanted to know how far the operation had progressed.
Suddenly, the lights in front of Zheng Hao began to sway, and all kinds of knives and scissors on the operating table were dancing like elves.
Was it an illusion or an earthquake?
There seemed to be countless memories gushing out of Zheng Hao's mind. He had already forgotten some of them, but at this moment, they were extremely clear.
He didn't drink or go to the bar. The probability of an illusion was not very high.
"What's going on?"
The system started to bind!
The system binding was over!
"The host, please accept the novice task!"
Game system? Zheng Hao was stunned.
While he was busy with work, he also read a lot of online novels. He had heard that there was a system.
But he never thought that this kind of bizarre thing would happen to him.
The cold tone sounded again.
"Congratulations to the host for getting the novice gift. It's a top-level experience. The time is 30 minutes."
With his vision restored, Zheng Hao was surprised to find that his hand began to move.
His fingers were very dexterous. He picked up the scissors and was using the blunt head to separate the adhere tissue of the southern lung tumor.
"Is this a dream?"
