Chapter 10: 0010 Appendectomy Intensive Training

"I'm not a professor, just a doctor at City First Hospital." Zheng Ren spoke frankly, "Lie still, just a few stitches left. Your wound is contaminated again, it needs more disinfection."

This time, when disinfecting with iodine, the wounded person did not emit a dying scream, only hissed a few breaths of cold air, and endured it.

"You're Doctor Zheng, right? I thought you were a foreign professor."

"Why?"

"Because the professor invited by Elder Bu is said to be among the few worldwide; I didn't expect you to be so young."

Zheng Ren didn't respond, his wrist gave a slight shake, the needle tip emerged, and he casually tied a knot.

Just having been frightened, Zheng Ren's hand still trembled a bit, the thread knot looked ugly; he sighed, cut the knot, and re-sutured.

"I just made a mistake, even Third Master can't admit fault." The wounded person was talkative; perhaps he wanted to use conversation to ease his tension, so he chattered: "Although I'm a nobody, I still know the hero roster of Hai Cheng. I didn't expect Third Master to know you; it seems coming to City First Hospital this time was right."

Zheng Ren didn't want to engage in conversation and didn't know what to say. This kind of scene‑style dialogue wasn't suited to him.

Soon, the last stitch was done; Zheng Ren aligned the skin edges and said, "All right, you may go now."

While speaking, he took the opened package to the sink, used his elbow to turn on the tap, and began rinsing the surgical instruments.

Once blood clots, it's hard to wash clean.

Therefore, the disinfection room strictly requires that surgical instruments be cleaned thoroughly before they can go into the pressure sterilizer.

"Zheng… Doctor Zheng, can I go out with you?" the wounded person asked timidly, his face somewhat pale, standing behind Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren also didn't know what situation the wounded person would face once outside; after thinking, he asked, "Do you need to call the police?"

"Definitely not needed." The wounded person grinned, "Sooner or later you have to go through it anyway; reporting or not reporting makes no difference."

"All right." Zheng Ren didn't insist either, nor did he want to delve too deeply into social conventions; he simply agreed.

Just as he was doing the final cleaning work, images in the unknown space deep in his consciousness began to splice themselves, the visuals changing rapidly, countless afterimages appearing.

Subsequently, the mirage seemed to turn into a computer monitor, connecting to the network on its own, without hesitation entering a website called Xinglin Yuan.

No registration, login, or other cumbersome procedures; it was even more powerful than an administrator.

This website is a platform for doctors to communicate with each other; only professional doctors frequent it.

Rumor has it that top doctors from various specialties nationwide also browse Xinglin Yuan, but they habitually lurk as deep‑water big crocodiles, never posting or replying.

The video of Zheng Ren's recent suturing was uploaded just now.

It was lunchtime; many people were browsing Xinglin Yuan. A new post instantly garnered dozens of clicks.

"Such ordinary suturing—who uploaded it?"

"The conditions are crude, the technique average; I suggest next time using subcutaneous continuous suturing with absorbable catgut, which could also gain some views."

"The video is well‑produced, but the surgery has no highlights—negative review."

Only a few scattered comments appeared; within minutes it was pushed off the front page, sinking without a trace.

Those few comments turned into several dim specks of light, flying into the fox statue in front of the thatched hut.

A twist rippled through the unknown space deep in Zheng Ren's consciousness; a violent rage surged like a howling wind, echoing back and forth, as if some entity were erupting in fury.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was cleaning the surgical instruments when he suddenly felt a chill rising from the depths of his soul.

He couldn't attend to his current task; sensing that the system seemed to have a problem, he immediately entered the system space to investigate.

Just as he appeared, before he could get a clear look at his surroundings, a line of text flashed onto the light screen before him. The characters appeared at extreme speed; Zheng Ren confirmed his inner unease—the problem lay in the system space.

【System Quest: Three days to complete at least ten surgeries, with surgical completion required to reach the Perfect grade.】

Below the quest, there was a long list of surgery options.

The last line was marked in conspicuous red font:

【Quest Reward: Unknown. If the quest cannot be completed, due to low system energy, ……】

"……" Zheng Ren froze, wondering why the system, which had been gentle as a breeze, suddenly flew into a rage; a Perfect‑grade surgery is hardly something a junior attending like me could achieve.

Even the top experts in Di Du and Modu might not be able to achieve a hundred‑percent Perfect‑grade surgery; Zheng Ren thought it impossible.

The quest reward is unknown, the punishment an unknown threat.

Could it be that the system deems my talent limited and plans to let me die suddenly so it can find a new host?

This is utterly fucked up.

Cold sweat burst forth from his forehead, temples, and back; Zheng Ren hurriedly took deep breaths to calm himself.

Zheng Ren had no doubt about the system's ability; its diagnosis of patients was accurate to the extreme, akin to the ultimate cheat.

Precisely for that reason, he also had no doubt that the system would silently erase him and stage it as a sudden death.

Calm, calm, Zheng Ren reviewed the system quest once more, confirmed the growing malice, then began searching for a surgical procedure.

Three days, need to complete at least ten surgeries, and they must be Perfect‑grade procedures; facing hundreds of options, Zheng Ren without hesitation chose the appendectomy.

After all, he came from General Surgery; Zheng Ren could personally perform the operation, and the procedure he had done most often was appendectomy.

Only Perfect‑grade…… Zheng Ren dared not even think about it; he could only do his best.

What use is the system? What use are poetry and distant horizons? The system deity and life will still punish me even if I'm far away.

As his finger tapped the appendectomy procedure, the mirage shattered, countless fragments fell, then reassembled.

Zheng Ren's surroundings shifted dramatically; blue sky and white clouds vanished, an operating room and surgical bed appeared before him. What surprised Zheng Ren most was that the dummy lying on the bed was lifelike, far more realistic than the usual medical training mannequin—by who knows how many times.

【Quest Reward: Practice a surgical procedure in the system space. Reward issued in advance; please cherish this final opportunity, host.】

The cold mechanical female voice grew sharper by a few degrees, constantly reminding Zheng Ren what he was about to face.

"How long can I practice here?" Zheng Ren seized the moment when the mechanical female voice appeared and hurriedly tried to communicate.

"The host is now in a spacetime stasis; real‑space flow is zero. The system can maintain this state…… system calculating operating……" The mechanical female voice finally became garbled, as if power were insufficient.

Finally, the mechanical female voice never appeared again; all that remained for Zheng Ren was a single line of cold numbers: 15:6:23:15.

That is to say, I must continuously practice appendectomy in the system space for fifteen days? Zheng Ren knew he had been given a suspended death sentence; this fifteen‑odd days was the last lifeline he could cling to.

No assistant, no instrument nurse—only Zheng Ren himself.

He pondered for a few minutes, finally faced reality, and resolved to give it his all.

The Shou Bing blade was thin and bright; the Appendectomy practice began.

The case given by the system was very simple; after opening the peritoneum, the inflamed appendix popped out on its own. Ligate the appendix artery, remove…… everything was done by the book.

Soon, one Appendectomy was completed.

Zheng Ren looked up, and the system's evaluation appeared in the upper right corner of his vision: Shou Bing time 15 Minutes, rating good.

Eh…… it's just appendicitis, what else can you make of it? Zheng Ren muttered to himself.

But the system is a Big Pig Trotter; it will complete whatever task it gives, no matter what.