Chapter 1655

"Successful?" Zheng Ren smiled, asking though he already knew the answer.

"Almost." Chu Nu Angsai sighed, "If it truly succeeded, my descendants could escape the fate of using flesh as a vessel to raise poison insects. Others see me as boundlessly glorious, with ever-growing reverence, but who knows my inner anguish?"

That's true, Zheng Ren felt the same about himself.

On the surface, every diagnosis and surgery seemed effortless, but who knew he had undergone countless trainings in the System Operating Room.

Sometimes the experimental subjects ended up dead or injured, and he couldn't bear to do it.

The old saying holds true: to appear noble before others, one must suffer behind the scenes.

"Heart's blood, is it really necessary? The heart is just a blood pump; can it be nourished with peripheral blood?" Su Yun said.

"Little brother, that's not right." Chu Nu Ang Sai said gently, not angry at Su Yun's words, just speaking lightly.

"Su Yun, after heart transplant, personality changes greatly—have you studied this?" Zheng Ren asked.

"The rumor that after receiving a pig heart one starts to root through trash is nonsense." Su Yun said, "In 1992, several scholars surveyed 47 patients who had undergone heart transplant surgery at the cardiothoracic surgery department of Vienna University Hospital. They designed some questions to verify changes in human thinking after heart replacement."

Speaking of heart transplant, Su Yun is definitely the most... very professional one.

"The survey results can roughly be divided into three groups."

"The first group, 37 people answered——their personality had not changed, I am still me, my friends and wife also felt I hadn't changed, accounting for 79% of the total surveyed."

"The second group, 7 people answered that their personality had indeed changed, but it was unrelated to the heart. This group accounted for 15% of the test subjects; together they total 44 people, 92%."

"Only three people said their personality had greatly changed, resembling that of the heart donor. But these three had more or less heard about the donor's behavior, so I think they were deliberately imitating. It's the legendary performative personality, with a strong desire to perform."

Su Yun spoke at length.

"These are the data from the scientific experiment."

"Hmm, I wanted to say the same thing. But there's a problem: it's the bias of the experimenters." Zheng Ren said: "Arrogance and prejudice easily blind a person's eyes. In Northern Province, the Medical University Affiliated Hospital completed the province's first heart transplant in the 1990s, on a scavenger old man."

"Huh?" Su Yun didn't know what Zheng Ren was talking about.

"The old man was illiterate; after the surgery, the Northern Province Medical University Affiliated Hospital took care of him, turning him into a gatekeeper and night watchman at the medical university. This was to prolong his survival for further observation."

"Then what happened?"

"This is what I consider the most realistic double-blind test. Later, the patients' personalities gradually changed after surgery; after ten years, the two behavioral patterns merged." Zheng Ren laughed: "But the sample size is too small; even as a case report it would be highly subjective, so no paper was published."

"Then how do you know?"

"I heard it from a friend."

"You still have friends?" Su Yun retorted habitually.

Zheng Ren was speechless.

"Heart's blood is handed down from ancestors, it's a transmitted secret art, this is the foundation." Chu Nu Ang Sai, seeing the two finish speaking, took a few more breaths of oxygen and laughed: "However, after my improvements, it has undergone a fundamental change."

"How did it change?" Zheng Ren looked at Chu Nu Ang Sai sitting upright, breathing, and felt pity.

"Normally, when the gu worms mature, I would already be dead." Chu Nu Ang Sai said: "But look, I'm still alive."

"Then what?"

Chu Nu Ang Sai sighed, thought for a few seconds, and finally said: "I don't know what to do next. The mature gu king is inside my body; I suppose I will still die."

"..." Zheng Ren looked at Chu Nu Ang Sai, silent and speechless.

"It just so happened that I heard about the old Mr. Wang's impending death; I heard that Master Yan's words are gold and jade, directly stating that you could help Old Mr. Wang extend his life by ten years, so I was moved." Chu Nu Ang Sai said.

"Master Yan... that sick old man who refuses to go to the hospital?"

"In Zheng Ren's mind, he's just an ordinary old man who was swindled by a quack selling health supplements and refuses to believe doctors no matter what. If he were scrubbing himself in a bathhouse, it would still fit Zheng Ren's impression of him."

"All this coveting of heavenly secrets is nonsense."

He smiled helplessly.

"I found Master Yan, paid a certain price, and also got one sentence—'You can make the secret art complete.'" Chu Nu Ang Sai said this, his eyes shining brightly, like a dying flame's last glow.

Zheng Ren was startled.

"A foreign object in the heart is a small matter... well, it's a small matter anyway; as long as the surgery succeeds, Chu Nu Ang Sai can still survive."

"But if emotions run high, causing cardiopulmonary failure, then it's truly untreatable."

"So you came to me for treatment? But your junior brother's approach is too simple and rough." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"This is my fault." Chu Nu Ang Sai took a few more breaths of oxygen to relieve hypoxia symptoms, and said: "Please forgive me, Boss Zheng; I will give you an explanation for all of this."

Zheng Ren smiled.

"When my junior brother thought he was dying, he released his natal gu worm, but you easily broke it, which greatly boosted my confidence; Master Yan is truly like a heavenly being, indeed not deceiving me."

Bringing up that deceived old man again, Zheng Ren also felt helpless.

"Boss Zheng, you've seen it—do you think my 'illness' can be cured?" Chu Nu Ang Sai asked.

"We need to perform a major operation." Zheng Ren said.

"Can you do it?"

"Yes."

Chu Nu Ang Sai immediately said seriously: "Boss Zheng, please perform the surgery yourself; what do you need?"

"What do you need?"

"Money and wealth are external things, utterly useless. As long as it's not the secret art passed down from ancestors, no matter what you need, I will definitely get it for you." Chu Nu Ang Sai said firmly.

Zheng Ren felt they were truly capable of bragging.

"Su Yun, copy down the technique that Uncle Ning needs." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.

Su Yun laughed.

"Boss, this is dirty water welling up, meant to slap us in the face after the surgery."

"Those techniques are not something that can be easily passed on; even waving a checkbook won't buy them!"

"Chu Nu Ang Sai's remark is a bit grandiose, but treating a surgery as leisure entertainment is also fine. If successful, we could also watch these so-called 'recluses' go back on their word and grow fat—rather amusing."

Su Yun immediately went to the operating room, asked a doctor for a pen, found some print paper, and began writing down the needed technique.

Zheng Ren said, only two or three techniques. After Su Yun enlarged them, they directly became nearly thirty top-tier techniques.

"Boss, take a look." Su Yun handed the paper to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren startled, is this the plan to ransack every high-end lab in the world?

However, he thought it was just a joke, so he handed the paper to Chu Nu Angsai, saying, "Just these."