Super Magic Surgery System

"Let me guess, how many times have we talked? The eighth or ninth time?! "The conclusion should be exactly the same. I need to perform another operation in order to regain the vigor of my hands and allow me to return to the carving room to work again?"    

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man in his forties. His jacket was covered in a lot of plaster and his hands were full of calluses. He looked just like a farmer or a stonemason.    

At this time, he raised his head, and frowned at Dr. Robin who was standing in front of him. His face was filled with displeasure as he taunted this neurologist who had the highest North America, without the slightest bit of politeness.    

"To be exact, it was twelve times. My answer is the same as the first time. The only way you can completely cure the nerve pain in your hands is to amputate them. All the conservative treatment that you have asked for is to temporarily reduce the pain in your nerves. There is no cure. "    

"Alright, I will repeat my request again. I can't use hammers or carving knives, so I can give up my work and hobbies. But now, I can't even get rid of a bottle of beer, so I'm a little too disappointed."    

"I remember the first time you were sent to the hospital, your hands were covered in nearly a hundred pieces of glass. Now that your senses have recovered, your ability to move has almost met your initial requirements. You just need to leave your hands behind as a decoration. We did it! "    

Robin looked at the patient in front of him with an expressionless face. He didn't seem to be in any state of mind, nor did he feel any pressure. To be able to save this sculptor who was courting death from his sculpture which was filled with glass, this was the result of multiple surgery, and was also the true proof of the strength of Mayo Clinic.    

If it was any other major hospital, he would have long since lost his life.    

Robin had always thought that for such a heretic artist, replacing a pair of Robotic Arm would be the best treatment. In any case, his abstract sculpture did not have any logical aesthetic feeling, so it would not be a problem if he switched it with an iron arm.    

Beside him, a bald doctor in his forties looked at the data on the screen of his hand, giving a very serious treatment suggestion, "Right now we only need to treat the nerves, improve the control of your hands, and through long-term physiotherapy and exercise, you will gradually regain some of your normal behavior."    

"Then what do I need to do this time to heal my two unique arms?"    

"Perhaps, you need to perform an operation to remove the gracilis muscle, which can improve your arm's control and alleviate the pain …"    

The middle-aged doctor put down his tablet and explained in a responsible manner. Unexpectedly, Robin interrupted him and made a gesture, stopping him from continuing.    

"NO!" You don't want this operation, and you and I both know it. Your current condition is already the best treatment.    

You have to pay a heavy price to keep your arms just for decoration. The only way for you to completely solve this problem is to install an intelligent bone integration prosthesis! "    

Chen Qun, who was standing slightly further away, did not intend to say anything. Because when Robin interrupted the subordinate doctor, he took advantage of the suspension of time to directly enter the operating room of the system to perform an operation on the patient.    

As a result, he discovered that the nerves and blood vessels on this patient's arm had formed a sharp contrast. Most of the blood vessels had been replaced with artificial ones, and his brachial plexus had practically become a braid of large and small lumps.    

It was almost impossible to continue such an operation. The solution chosen by Dr. Robin was the most practical one. It was simple and easy to solve the problem once and for all. This new type of prosthesis would link the bones and nerves, greatly improving the patient's condition and needs.    

Of course, any bionics Robotic Arm would have many problems, such as their fingers being not nimble enough, and it would not produce any sensory feedback.    

The patient sitting on the bed unwaveringly stated his request.    

"I just want to be a sculptor, not any of the Terminator styles."    

"Well, maybe I have a new kind of surgery to recommend to you — a super-electromagnetic knife blade that cuts and restores at the cellular level, that restores the nerves and tendons that are encased in scar tissue, that might save your career and your life. It's just that this is an experimental surgery, and I can't guarantee anything! "    

Suddenly, Dr. Robin changed his mind and proposed a new treatment for this stubborn avant-garde in front of him.    

Since the operation had failed, they could continue the amputation. They could put the prosthesis on his leg and save his life.    

"As long as there is a slight possibility, I will not give up this opportunity. "Since my old friend wants me to be the first one to test White Mouse, I feel like dying on your operating table is at least a thousand times better than dying in a beer can."    

"On the contrary, you are not the first surgeon, and naturally you are not White Mouse from the laboratory. So far, the operation has cured two patients. One was Syndrome Patient, who was a vegetable for three years, and the other was the world-famous Miss Ameera Yawen, who saved her singing throat. "    

The patient was stunned for a moment before shouting in surprise.    

"Are the rumours on the internet true?" Ameera is my idol. I have collected all her autographed albums! If my voice, which is even more valuable than my hands, is cured, then my arms should be even less of a problem. "    

"On the contrary, you have the biggest problem. Because your nerves are damaged by too many tissues, there is no nerve graft that can be replaced. "Of course, if you are willing to transplant the nerve inside your leg, giving up on the perception of your leg, a nerve transplant would be even better."    

Seeing that the topic was up to him, in addition to his agreement with Prof. Thomson, he didn't have much time and energy left to perform such a delicate operation, Chen Qun immediately stood up and suggested a better idea.    

The demolition of the east wall to repair the west wall, isn't that one of the essence of surgery?    

Chen Qun thinks this simple transplant can not only lighten his workload, but also solve the patient's problem perfectly.    

The most important thing was that he still needed time to practice the piano, so he would be returning to his hometown ten days later to attend Ameera's concert to give his girlfriend a surprise.    

The world was big, and the girlfriend was the biggest.    

Furthermore, from a neurological point of view, a nerve full of scars, even if it could be operated on at the cellular level, could not alter the physiological properties of the scar tissue and turn it into a intact nerve.    

Besides …    

He did not want to be nagged by his mother for the rest of his life. He had finally managed to lure his family out to visit the capital, but here he was a surgical dog. The significance of that was small.