Super Magic Surgery System

For the next two hours, the operation room was completely silent. Only the Magnetic Forceps made the slightest sound of electric currents, and a clear cut slowly formed on the big screen, eventually forming a 16 mm long, 4. 5 mm deep cut.    

Although it was a removal of cells, there were still a few traces of blood seeping out of the wound and appearing on the screen. Chen Qun naturally understood that this was inevitable. Even if the operation could not injure a single cell, a small amount of blood would seep out of the body due to the pressure. Moreover, his' scalpel 'had cut through two sections of the capillaries.    

However, the amount of blood lost was not even one thousandth of a milliliter, so the thousandth milliliter of blood prepared by the operation room would not be of any use at all.    

Although the incision appeared to be curved and uneven on the microscope screen, it was slightly reduced to a magnification of a hundredfold, and the curved, rugged mountain path of the incision became a straight line on the screen.    

Just when Chen Qun cut open the door and reached the predetermined location, the system's voice rang in his ears, "Long time no see."    

"Congratulations. Through your extremely detailed surgery, your slitting technique has been upgraded from Master Level to Grandmaster Level. Your reward is one treasure chest with ten percent damage reduction by slicing through it. You have achieved "Two Degrees" and are rewarded with five points in personal stats. "    

"Congratulations, after carefully separating the human body and the highest level of human body's structure, you have succeeded in raising your technique to the Great Grandmaster Level level, rewarded one of the Master Level Treasure Chests. The free side damage reward was 40%. You have achieved "One Step Ahead" and are striving to continue working hard to enter the industry of a true Grandmaster. "    

What was going on?    

When Chen Qun heard the two rewards, he didn't have time to think about it and focused on the operation in front of him. He withdrew the metal probe from his hand.    

"Close the Magnetic Forceps and robotic arm. Prepare for argon ion laser removal. Blade length: 1.4mm!"    

As Chen Qun's slightly muffled voice sounded in the operation room, the assistants, anesthesiologists and nurses who had nothing else to do started to get busy.    

The cursor on the curved screen above his head moved, and with a slight tug on the MRI image, a dashed line appeared. Next to it, a small number appeared, "1.53."    

Zhang Xin, who was operating the computer screen, frowned slightly and corrected Chen Qun's mistake, "The laser sword is a little too short, it's impossible to cut the entire styloid process."    

Of course, Chen Qun wouldn't reveal that this was a very critical place. If he added an additional 0.1 mm light knife, it would instead stimulate the nerve endings on the carotid artery and cause the patient's muscles to contract, causing the light knife to cut straight into the carotid artery. This resulted in a 2% reduction in the degree of completion of the operation.    

Although he did not know why the degree of completion was reduced, it was only after two simulations of his physical anatomy that he discovered the problem.    

"No, I don't need a single cut to finish it. I can still make up for it. The lightsaber is too long and may injure the carotid artery next to it. "    

Chen Qun stopped his girlfriend's suggestion for the first time and gave the order without question.    

A fiber-optic catheter was handed over from another instrument. It was the most suitable cutting scalpel he had found in the operating room of the system. It was also the most commonly used argon ion laser scalpel in minimally invasive surgery.    

With a slight flash of blue-green brilliance, Chen Qun cut open the protruding part of the white styloid cartilage with his exquisite and precise scalpel. Then, he used his own palm to open the light knife in the fiber-optic catheter to at least the smallest position and lightly made a small cut and burn towards the remaining cartilage surface.    

On the big screen, one could even see wisps of green smoke rising up and then disappearing in a flash. Everyone seemed to be able to smell the roasting smell in their noses.    

Huang Haitao, who was in charge of assisting them, and the other doctors immediately understood that the purpose of Chen Qun's subtle modification was to destroy the remaining cartilage of the styloid process so that the periosteum and bone marrow would not continue to grow forward.    

Chen Qun finished cutting the cartilage and then changed the wire. Using the blunt metal head, he passively separated the front part of the styloid process that was attached to the mucous membrane. Ordinary interventional procedures are performed under X-ray illumination, magnified by pictures on the screen.    

However, this time, under the magnification of the high power electron microscope, he was able to see every single movement clearly. Chen Qun could clearly feel the sensation on his hand and the position of the separation. There were some subtle changes, which became more precise and careful. It was like he was using a finger to slowly peel off the mucous membrane on the cartilage.    

Of course, Chen Qun knew that it was due to his free hand technique being upgraded to the Grandmaster level, which resulted in this slight difference. However, according to the system's personality, this Great Grandmaster was only a fake Great Grandmaster. His skills were still at the same level as his Master Level, but with Great Grandmaster's foresight, it was the same as his hemostasis skills. He would also buy a ticket after boarding the car.    

Daniel, who was dozing off in the corner, was suddenly awakened by the sound coming from the operating room. He raised his head and saw the scene of Chen Qun's minimally invasive technique being displayed under a high power microscope. With just a single glance, the discontent and disdain in his heart vanished without a trace.    

If he hadn't been standing by the operating table and seeing the live images with his own eyes, he would only have thought that everything he saw was made by animation.    

This is to perform interventional surgery as a routine surgical procedure. He had never thought that the metal wire would be able to move passively within his body. It was even more agile than an ordinary person's nimble forefinger. As for the other end of the guide wire, it was held in the hands of a young man in his twenties.    

Wasn't this fellow a human Transformer, or a nanometer robot from the future?    

Daniel thought.    

He knew that even if the disease did not suddenly worsen, no matter if it was Mayo Clinic, Royal Medical Center, or even the Charlutte Hospital, there was no one who could perform interventional surgery on a molecular and cellular level. As for the handling of the root process, he just took out the tweezers and broke them in half.    

Miss Aimila's choice of this young doctor for surgery could be said to be a genius idea. There were almost no injuries. In other words, his sky-high salary of two million yuan per year could still be taken out for a few more years, with a minimum of around ten years.    

After all, Miss Aimila was only around 30 years old, which was the golden age of a singer. She would have to wait until she was 40 years old before her voice could degenerate.    

If it were any other hospital, they would definitely not be able to perform such a perfect operation. At that time, the ones who would suffer the most damage would include themselves as well.    

Thinking of this, Daniel knew that he had to change his stance and support Miss Aimila without any conditions. As for the promise he made with the Charlutte Hospital, it was all because of his employer and his sudden illness.