Chapter 1115: 1086 Saving Others, Saving Self

Zheng Ren has a trump card, and he still has an opportunity for a peak experience.

The peak moment lasts only a short 30 minutes; Zheng Ren doesn't want to waste it. He wants to, with his current level, as much as possible understand and master Director Miao's condition to avoid mistakes.

Not "as much as possible", but "must"! It's necessary!

If a mistake occurs, Zheng Ren wouldn't even forgive himself.

As for the peak experience, that is Zheng Ren's last resort; if it really doesn't work, he will use it. But for now, it's still not possible!

Heaven knows whether Director Miao will have other complications.

Two guidewires go in; Zheng Ren doesn't care whether the back of the guidewires falls to the ground and gets contaminated. Now is the practice stage; he doesn't need to worry about sterile procedure.

But even so, Zheng Ren finds the operation too difficult, harder than he imagined.

As a child reading novels, he saw that mutual hand combat was described, and many kids played it. Back then, drawing circles with both hands, Zheng Ren drew the best, the most perfect circles.

Because his thinking is the simplest and most direct.

This is also why he has the idea to give it a try.

But drawing circles is simple; operating two microguidewires is extremely difficult. If a 95 cm microguidewire experiences any uneven force, it will bend.

Normally, operating a single microguidewire with both hands looks simple, but switching to operating two microguidewires with both hands is practically harder than climbing to heaven.

But there's no way.

Five minutes later, not a single guidewire had reached its position, let alone the next step; the experimental subject died again.

Zheng Ren didn't bother with the experimental subject's death; his obsessive two‑hand guidewire operation let him enter an ethereal state where his hands could perform surgery without interfering with each other.

This was his childhood experience; although he hadn't played it in years, he still retained a little childhood memory of it.

30 minutes……

60 minutes……

Time trickled by; Zheng Ren completely didn't care how much was "wasted". If he could save Director Miao, he would gladly squander all his surgical training time.

After a full five hours, Zheng Ren barely managed to complete the two‑hand surgery. The two guidewires wandered in the blood vessels without interfering; one entered the aorta, the other the hepatic artery.

Because time was limited, super‑selective embolization was impossible; Zheng Ren could only embolize according to what he found anatomically.

Although the time taken exceeded what was needed by dozens of times, at least he succeeded once, and Zheng Ren felt a bit relieved.

He still had nearly fifty days of surgical training time left, but Zheng Ren wasn't sure whether doing hundreds of trainings could cut the time down to under three minutes.

But this is something he must try; Zheng Ren is unwilling to give up this opportunity.

If he followed the conventional approach, Director Miao would surely die.

In fact, Director Miao and Zheng Ren hadn't communicated much; they had only done a kidney transplant, and Zheng Ren learned some of Director Miao's painful matters from Yu Zong's mouth.

Yes, that's all.

But the patient's condition was so severe that no one would take it; Director Miao did. He performed the surgery in which the patient died during the operation. As all smart people had predicted, he also ran into trouble afterward. Zheng Ren could easily figure out why Director Miao would commit suicide.

He doesn't want Director Miao to die.

If such a purely good person died, Zheng Ren's worldview, which he had always strived for, would collapse.

This is to save Director Miao, and also to save Zheng Ren himself.

In his subconscious, Zheng Ren exerted all his strength to save, but in the system operating room he was expressionless, calm with a hint of indifference.

After a surgery "succeeded", Zheng Ren, at the fastest speed, glanced at the skill tree.

Originally just a step away from the peak, but that tiny distance seemed as far as the ends of the earth.

But after this surgical training, Zheng Ren didn't know if it was psychological, yet he seemed to see the skill tree growing wildly again, and that tiny distance appeared to have shortened.

After just a glance, Zheng Ren dove back into the system operating room. Upon returning, he first poured all his accumulated skill points into the intervention skill tree, then immediately began training again.

After adding all the skill points, Zheng Ren saw no change. This was as expected; he just wanted to try.

Now, like a hamster hoarding winter food, Zheng Ren, without reservation, wants to turn things around, throwing all his savings onto that unknown scale, gone mad.

All‑or‑nothing!

The surgery continues.

One day……

Two days……

Ten days……

Thirty days……

This kind of surgical training, which can be called tedious, is something hardly anyone can endure in one go. But Zheng Ren doesn't feel that way; he immerses himself in the process, striving to find any point to improve his technical level.

The 30‑minute peak experience still needs to be tested in the system space; this is Zheng Ren's last trump card, and he doesn't want to throw it away so early.

He is like a gambler with bloodshot eyes yet still clear‑headed, putting almost all his stake on the line while leaving only a sliver of hope.

The remaining surgical training time grows ever shorter, and the pressure on Zheng Ren grows ever greater.

He had already reduced the surgery that originally took five hours to about forty minutes, which to others already seemed impossible.

Being able to do it is already unbelievable, let alone completing two surgeries in under an hour.

But Zheng Ren knows that the cold, cruel reality certainly won't give him that much time.

If that were the case, it would be faster to do them one by one.

With only 3‑5 minutes of time, this goal is like a heavenly moat lying between life and death; Zheng Ren strives to try, but he keeps failing, bruised and battered, unable to rally.

After failing, he regroups, starts over, and fails again.

Repeatedly like this, the coldness on Zheng Ren's face never changed; at this moment he is an emotionless robot, performing operations others dare not even imagine.

The surgery continues, one after another, day after day.

There is no assistant, no instrument nurse, and even the patient is fake. Zheng Ren can only hear his own breathing, growing heavier and more hopeless.

Forty days have passed, and the remaining surgical training time keeps dwindling.

But Zheng Ren's eyes grew brighter and brighter; he had, through forty days of continuous Shou Bing, over a thousand failed Shou Bing's experience and lessons, and summed up the path that was very close to success.

It's just that their level isn't enough.

It's fine, there is still Peak Experience time. This is the only reliance Zheng Ren has to stay clear-headed and stay rational.

He did not think about whether, if Peak Experience could not be completed, he would go crazy.

In the System Operating Room, there is no rising sun, no curling cooking smoke, no bird song and floral fragrance, no endless sunset, no solitary smoke in the vast desert, no long river setting sun.

Here, there is only Shou Bing.

Boring, monotonous, tedious Shou Bing.

Zheng Ren began Shou Bing again; a fresh experimental subject lay on the operating table, when suddenly he felt a warm current descend from the heavens, as if being bathed in immortal nectar, his whole body warmed, dispelling the chill in his heart.