Chapter 1019: 997 Emphasizing a Point

Many are long‑forgotten scenes, not important, yet I don't know why they pop into my mind at this moment.

"Boss, it's done."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren glanced at the film and responded casually.

After the brief conversation, Su Yun went to disinfect and put on sterile garb.

"You're Zou Jia Hua, right?" the cheerful girl came up beside him and asked softly.

"I am." Zou Jia Hua felt even more dazed.

How many years has it been since anyone called him by name? Is he really Zou Jia Hua? And who is Zou Jia Hua, then?

Such a philosophical question—an unsolvable philosophical question—suddenly popped into his mind.

"We're about to turn on the light; close your eyes for a moment," the girl said.

Zou Jia Hua wanted to smile to show he was calm and composed, but the muscles in his face were stiff as rock, utterly unmoving.

He was tense, especially tense. Zou Jia Hua was far from the calm and composure he had imagined.

"It's fine, go ahead and turn on the light," Zou Jia Hua said expressionlessly, tilting his head slightly so as not to look at the shadowless lamp above.

"Oh, okay. Just be careful, don't startle yourself," the girl said.

At the same moment, the shadowless lamp was switched on.

Although he had turned his head, he still instinctively closed his eyes.

A sheet of white light flashed before his eyes, and he seemed to see heaven, bliss, flowers in full bloom, and carefree ease.

If death could bring such peace and joy, how wonderful that would be.

Zou Jia Hua thought this in a dazed way.

Since the shadowless lamp was turned on, Zou Jia Hua has fallen into a strange state. He dare not sleep; his will to survive desperately props him up to stay awake.

But after being tossed about for dozens of hours, suffering three consecutive sudden deaths, he is exhausted in both body and mind.

He hoped this was truly holy light, that his body could be purified by this holy radiance, eliminating any head‑lowering sorcery, curses, or parasitic worms within.

A slight chill on the left side of his neck, Zou Jia Hua heard Zheng Ren speaking, as if telling him not to move.

"Doctor Zheng, were you nervous when you performed surgery on Doctor Mei Ha'er?" Zou Jia Hua still wanted to say something, lest he fall asleep unconsciously.

The longing for sleep and fear of it intertwined, plunging Zou Jia Hua into a contradictory tangle.

"Doctor Mei Ha'er, the surgery is quite difficult, but there's no need to be nervous," Zheng Ren said. "It's just a surgery, and it went very smoothly."

Zheng Ren was speaking offhandedly, his words somewhat incoherent, clearly not thinking.

"I saw the materials saying you were nominated for this year's Nobel Prize; do you think you might actually win it?" Zou Jia Hua scrambled for a topic.

"Yi Ren, turn on the pacemaker and step out; we're about to cross the line," Zheng Ren said.

"All right." Xie Yiren replied crisply.

"How harmful are X‑rays to the body?" Zou Jia Hua continued to look for casual topics, feeling his mind beginning to go numb, as if the curse, the head‑lowering sorcery, and the parasitic worms were about to flare up again.

And this time, he would die.

He asked, but no one answered him.

Normally, Zou Jia Hua would be furious—who dares to treat him so coldly?!

But now, lying on the operating table at Di Du 912 Hospital, the strange, cold operating table seemed to be telling him the truth of life.

Zou Jia Hua stared, fell silent for a moment, then asked: "Doctor Zheng, isn't the surgery done without general anesthesia? Will I feel pain?"

"The surgery is over—do you feel pain?"

"Hand… surgery… done?"

Zou Jia Hua stared for a moment.

He felt a chill on his neck, then caught a faint smell of blood—not strong, but present; he could even picture fresh blood spurting from the carotid artery in his neck, full of vitality and reeking of blood.

"Do you always joke around with patients like this? Honestly, this joke isn't funny at all," Zou Jia Hua said coldly.

He had already begun to be displeased.

Being extremely deep‑minded, he rarely expressed his displeasure so openly.

"Do you want to sleep here?" Su Yun's voice rang in Zou Jia Hua's ears, painfully shrill.

Young people, arrogant and overbearing—utterly outrageous, Zou Jia Hua thought.

"Let's push him back on the cart," Zheng Ren suddenly said. "Actually, walking back would be fine too, but we still need to emphasize one point."

"Emphasize…" he finally heard that word, but it felt odd.

From when the shadowless lamp was turned on until now, how much time has passed?

Ten minutes? Probably not.

Five minutes?

Three minutes?

All the negative emotions Zou Jia Hua had been suppressing burst out at once.

Yet lying on the operating table, the feeling of being a fish on a human chopping block made him suppress those negative emotions again.

"Just wait till I get back—I'll make you pay!" Zou Jia Hua thought darkly.

"The Healthcare Group is merely the ancient Imperial Medical Office; do you really think you can't move a little doctor like me?"

"Whether it's necessary or not, the Healthcare Group members aren't immortal gold medals."

I had expected the best treatment, yet I've actually been deceived. What can you accomplish in just a few minutes?!

Although Zou Jia Hua is not a doctor, regarding matters of life and death he has familiarized himself with the full procedure of implanting a cardiac pacemaker, as well as possible complications and postoperative precautions.

The attending healthcare physician Lin Yuan Sheng said that implanting a cardiac pacemaker is not a major operation, but it still requires at least one hour.

Moreover, the new pacemaker is bio‑electricity‑charged; he hadn't even become familiar with it before just implanting it.

Really... too much!

Zou Jia Hua was already furious, but because he lay on the operating table he merely suppressed the anger in his heart, waiting to speak after he left.

A gentleman takes revenge; ten years is not too late.

"Move yourself onto the flat cart a little." Su Yun said.

"Let's carry Mr. Zou over." Lin Yuan Sheng murmured, his voice tiny and weak.

"No need, you can walk back yourself; just move a bit." Su Yun waved his hand. "You go take Mr. Zou home, there's nothing else."

When has Zou Jia Hua ever been so despised!

He glanced at the flat cart beside him; the bedding on it was so crude, and in his view everything here seemed like items taken from a slum.

Stubbornly shifting himself over, Zou Jia Hua lay on the flat cart and was pushed away.

Leaving the Operating Room, breathing the outside air, Zou Jia Hua felt his spirits improve a bit.

Zou Yu inquired, but he couldn't be bothered to answer, his mind calculating that the Shou Bing likely failed, but what should be done next?

On the Nanyang side, after all these years there has been no clue whatsoever. No matter the cost, they could never find a master capable of solving it.

He felt a hint of gloom.

Life, is it about to end now?

Returning to the special care ward, lying in bed, Zou Jia Hua felt very tired.

Mentally exhausted, his body was just as tired.

I really want to sleep, but once I lie down, will I be able to get up and see the sun of the next day?