Chapter 41: An Embarrassing and Idiotic Skill

Mo Jiaoshou froze instantly, his blood seemingly congealing, his old face burning, his heart thumping wildly.

Ji Xiang also froze.

He was a young man with a good upbringing, who knew how to respect others, and who had a clear sense of his own standing.

Ordinarily, he treated others with gentleness; even if someone deliberately provoked him or picked faults, Ji Xiang would just smile and let it pass.

But!

Today!!

He had actually rapped Mo Jiaoshou?

On the operating table?!

Why!!!

Ji Xiang was screaming internally, but Mo Jiaoshou's hesitant movements were so infuriating that Ji Xiang's Muscle Memory was awakened once again.

When the impulse from the motor nerves of the Muscle Memory reached the terminals, with the participation of calcium ions, the synaptic vesicles ruptured, releasing a large amount of acetylcholine.

Relying on diffusion, the acetylcholine crossed the presynaptic membrane, passed through the synaptic cleft, and bound with the acetylcholine receptors on the postsynaptic membrane, causing a change in the ion permeability of the postsynaptic membrane.

Through a series of functional changes, it caused the affected muscle fibers to excite, subsequently triggering muscle contraction.

He skillfully held the Hemostatic Forceps and rapped them once again on Mo Chenggui's Radial styloid process.

"Focus, surgery. You think you've got it, think circumcision is a minor surgery, that after doing thousands of cases over these years, you're the 'Little Prince of Circumcision' in the Provincial Hospital, and can have a one hundred percent success rate?"

Ji Xiang was as if he had entered a world of Empathy, unable to control the will of the superior Doctor awakened within his body.

Under that will, Mo Chenggui became a Standardized Training Student, while Ji Xiang became the Attending Professor of the Second Affiliated Hospital.

His words carried disdain and mockery, majestic and... but, if these words were spoken by Mo Jiaoshou, it would be reasonable.

For Ji Xiang to say such things, it was so embarrassing...

Ji Xiang wanted to die of social anxiety.

The Nurse saw this scene and was so frightened she didn't dare say a word.

Only the Patient didn't know what was happening and was still there feeling nervous.

What the hell kind of skill is this!

Ji Xiang screamed crazily in his heart.

But this was not the bystander mode; it was fundamentally different from Empathy.

Ji Xiang controlled every step of the surgery personally; the LV7 Stapler Surgery, under the blessing of +12 hand speed, was fast as lightning. Plus, with the 40% reduction in errors, it was steady as a rock.

Just now, using the Hemostatic Forceps to strike Mo Chenggui was the Muscle Memory brought by the skill; Ji Xiang really wanted to know which big shot had the habit of casually hitting people with Hemostatic Forceps after getting on the operating table.

It must be a side effect mentioned in the skill description, Ji Xiang thought, wanting to cry but having no tears.

What is all this; increasing cooperation by 100% is fine, why be fierce to the assistant just because they aren't cooperating well!

An awkward atmosphere was spreading.

Mo Chenggui was stunned by the blow; he wanted to say something, but he kept feeling as if his late teacher was standing beside him.

A sense of solemnity welled up; Mo Chenggui was completely suppressed by the system skill—it was a suppression in the bloodline, originating from a restraint in his DNA.

He did not resist, nor was he unhappy, but instead began to cooperate obediently with the surgery after being rapped a second time.

The surgical speed increased again; 3 minutes and 48 seconds, the surgery ended.

Mo Chenggui didn't say anything either, but seized the time to send the Patient away, as obedient as a Standardized Training Student.

Ji Xiang was incredibly ashamed, digging at the floor with his toes; he wouldn't stop until he'd dug out a three-bedroom apartment.

A hellish skill; not only did it cost 1 Surgical Point to activate, but that instinct carved into his DNA was simply not something a little rookie like Ji Xiang could resist.

Fortunately, the effect of the skill disappeared after the surgery ended.

Ji Xiang really didn't expect that after working all night, enduring nausea and vomiting countless times to exhaust his Stamina Value in exchange for an advanced skill, it would turn out to be so idiotic!

He silently helped the Nurse tidy up, but the moment his hand reached out, Ji Xiang clearly sensed the Nurse's fear of him.

"..."

Ji Xiang didn't want to say anything; he just wanted some peace and quiet.

Peace and quiet,

Where are you.

Soon, Mo Chenggui brought the next Patient in.

Ji Xiang did not hesitate; he walked up to Mo Chenggui with his head bowed and bowed, saying, "Mo Jiaoshou, I don't know what evil spirit possessed me just now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mo Chenggui's eyes were a bit red; seeing Ji Xiang apologizing to him, he wasn't angry, but instead raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"Continue."

It had been many years since anyone had rapped him with Hemostatic Forceps; Mo Chenggui wasn't a masochist, nor was he a submissive type, he just missed his late teacher, and even felt that the sensation of being rapped by his teacher was particularly intimate.

Unfortunately, as the surgery began again, the sharp aura on Ji Xiang's body had vanished without a trace.

The surgery was indeed done fast and steadily, but Mo Chenggui couldn't feel his teacher's aura, which left him feeling a sense of loss.

10 Stapler Surgery circumcisions were completed, 3000 Experience Points were credited, but Ji Xiang felt no joy at all.

He felt a bit lost, a bit guilty, feeling that he had let Mo Jiaoshou down.

But Mo Jiaoshou didn't mention the matter at all, his eyes a bit red—could he have been hit to the point of tears by him?

The more he thought, the more uneasy he became; Ji Xiang felt a deep wariness toward that idiotic skill.

When he got home, he would go to the System Space to ask the System NPC if it was a bug or something else.

Mo Chenggui took Ji Xiang to check on the post-operative Patients, comforted them a few words, instructed them to observe for 4 hours, and then went to the adjacent Operating Room.

The Anesthesia had already ended; the Anesthesiologist was someone Gu Lao had brought from the Imperial Capital, very reliable.

"Doing major surgeries in a private hospital, the hardest point isn't the surgery, but the Anesthesia," Gu Lao said while putting on his clothes.

"Anesthesia, the common person's understanding is sitting on the side chatting, but in fact, only the surgeon knows the importance of the Anesthesiologist. Over these years, quite a few patients have died from plastic surgery, and the vast majority of problems stem from irregular Anesthesia."

"Gu Lao, I am already in contact with the recently retired Director of the Anesthesiology Department at the First Affiliated Hospital, Liao Zhuren, and am preparing to invite him to oversee the procedure," Dean Li replied immediately.

"The operating room is good, the equipment is also good, the anesthesia must keep up." Gu Lao put on his gloves, looked up and saw Mo Chenggui bringing Ji Xiang in, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Young man, what is your name?"

Ji Xiang was still immersed in guilt and unable to extricate himself; he did not react for a moment when Gu Lao asked him a question.

"Gu Lao, he is a new Standardized Training Student named Ji Xiang." Seeing that Ji Xiang did not speak and was just hanging his head, seemingly preoccupied, Mo Chenggui answered for him.

"Doctor Mo, this young man performs surgery quite well." Gu Lao thought Ji Xiang was stage-frightened; he had seen this situation many times and had long since become accustomed to it.

"Ji Xiang, a good name." Gu Lao muttered, then said with a smile, "Doctor Xiao Ji, let me test you with a question."

Mo Chenggui hurriedly bumped Ji Xiang with his shoulder.

"Gu Lao, hello." Ji Xiang tried hard to shake off that awkward feeling and said respectfully.

"Extension Surgery, tell me your understanding of it."

When it came to professional questions, Ji Xiang's Spirit immediately perked up. He was also eager to get rid of the awkwardness from just a moment ago, so he immediately focused his mind to recall the knowledge the System NPC taught him while studying Extension Surgery in the System Space.

"The Extension Surgery currently in use is an improved version of the Long-style Extension Surgery pioneered by Professor Long in our country..."

Ji Xiang began to talk about the causes and consequences of Extension Surgery.

Dean Li was a bit confused. Long-style Extension Surgery? What the hell is that!

A trace of mockery appeared at the corners of his mouth.

There is no greater deception than big talk. Generally, on the internet, if you want to show you are very professional, starting by stating the origins and reasons can indeed bluff many laymen.

But to a great expert like Gu Lao, this was all nonsense.

Gu Lao also wore a smile, watching Zhou Jiaoshou disinfect, when he suddenly had a thought and asked, "Doctor Xiao Ji, if it were you, how would you make this incision?"

Ji Xiang's words were interrupted. He leaned in and looked over through the empty space between Gu Lao and Zhou Jiaoshou.

"Doctor Xiao Ji, I see that you perform circumcision surgery well; you don't look like a novice. Does anyone in your family work as a Doctor?"

"No, Gu Lao," Ji Xiang said.

"Oh." Gu Lao nodded slightly, "Well, if it were you, how would you do it?"

Dean Li was already sweating. Oh my god, the Patient is under Epidural Anesthesia; please, old man, don't treat a Flying Knife procedure like a teaching surgery.

"If it were me, I would choose an M-Y Incision," Ji Xiang answered very calmly.

"Why?"

"First, the Patient is somewhat obese; a root incision might lead to fat liquefaction in the lower abdomen, resulting in an inconspicuous post-operative effect."

"Second..."

"..."

"Seventh, the external extension is significant and patient satisfaction is high, thus greatly reducing Medical Disputes; there is no need to worry about the long-term effects of the extension, and everyone is satisfied."

"Eighth, there are few surgical scars and they are hidden, because the incision is located at the fold between the root and the abdomen or the scrotum, and with the hair covering it, it is difficult to see the surgical traces, which has significant cosmetic value."

The smile at the corners of Zhou Jiaoshou's mouth gradually faded, and he looked back at Ji Xiang in astonishment.

The young face seemed to radiate a milky white light, and his hand paused.

"Focus." Gu Lao tapped Zhou Tianbo's left Radial styloid process with a hemostat.

The *clack-clack* sound made Ji Xiang's consciousness pause, and his eyelids jumped involuntarily.

Was this how he had hit Mo Jiaoshou just now?

"Not bad," Gu Lao said. "Watch the table, I am going to start the surgery."

Ji Xiang focused on watching the surgery.

Although Gu Lao was already old, his technique was light and precise.

He first incised the skin and subcutaneous tissue on both sides along the transition between the root and the lower edge of the pubic symphysis, meeting in the middle in an arc toward the body.

The arc was beautiful, and although there was bleeding, it was not much.

The electric cautery in Zhou Jiaoshou's hand could rarely be used.

Gu Lao's level was a bit worse than the System NPC, but he could still be considered a top-tier expert.

Just by opening the skin, Ji Xiang could judge that his surgical level was much higher than Mo Jiaoshou's.

Subsequently, Zhou Jiaoshou pulled moderately forward and downward, using scissors to cut the superficial ligament near the lower edge of the pubic symphysis, and then cut 2/3 to 3/4 of the deep ligament.

Then, it was pulled outward like pulling a radish.

After the extension was satisfactory, he stopped the bleeding thoroughly.

"I have performed nearly ten thousand cases of this surgery since the 1980s. My level is not high, but not low either; I can barely be counted among the top five in the country."

"Gu Lao, you are too modest. You can be considered a titan in the Urology Department industry!" Dean Li began to flatter him very naturally.

"Hey, what is the full name of the Urology Department?" Gu Lao suddenly asked.

"..." Dean Li was stunned.

He was the type who was unlearned and unskilled but had made a lot of money by chance; how would he know the full name of the Urology Department?

"A few days ago, I was popularizing knowledge about the Urology Department for people on the internet. At the time, I was on a whim and wanted to be more professional, so I used the full name of the Urology Department as the name of the live broadcast room. As a result, my account was banned, saying that I was suspected of being pornographic and violating regulations."

"..."

(End of this chapter)