Chapter 1658: 1602 Practitioner, Death (Alliance Leader Bright Sunshine Rain extra chapter 3)

1602 Practitioner, Death (Alliance Leader Bright Sunshine Rain extra chapter 3)

Unlike normal tumor tissue, what I had seen before were all part of the body; although it was abnormal hyperplasia with pathological changes, it still belonged to the body.

But this Big Watermelon before me seemed to have its own independent circulatory system, the stalk being the duct, constantly wriggling… wriggling…

Vein blood enters the heart, flows through the right atrium, enters the right ventricle, then goes into the pulmonary Artery to participate in blood‑oxygen exchange.

After blood‑oxygen exchange, the blood enters the left atrium from the pulmonary Vein, goes into the left ventricle, then into the ascending Artery.

This is the normal pathway of cardiac blood circulation.

Zheng Ren thought of this because the Big Watermelon's pulsation was inconsistent with the heart's pulsation, being much faster.

If it were a living thing, this thing should ideally be in the left ventricle, where it would receive arterial blood, making 'nutrition' more ample.

But it is in the right atrium, absorbing venous blood.

Could it be that this is an anaerobic organism that dislikes oxygen?

I don't know whether it's due to prolonged blood soak or it's naturally like this; the Big Watermelon is dark‑red, giving a gloomy feel.

Zheng Ren lightly placed his finger on the Big Watermelon, confirming that while the test subject's heart beat once, it beat 4–5 times.

What a strange thing; I don't know whether the Big Pig Trotter can perfectly simulate this guy.

According to the usual habit of doing Shou Bing, it should definitely start with Blunt Dissection, removing it from the right atrium with minimal harm, then after the Shou Bing ends, cut it open to have a look.

The smallest Hemostatic Forceps were placed on his fingers; Zheng Ren put on the Microscope and began to dissect the marginal tissue.

Separate, pull, lift, pinch – the entire stalk of the Big Watermelon was dissected off by Zheng Ren, together with the right atrial wall and the intima of the lateral wall of the inferior vena cava Vein, all dissected and cut off.

This is the Principle of complete tumor excision; the periphery must always include normal tissue. Otherwise, if even a trace of tumor cells remains, recurrence is inevitable.

In Zheng Ren's view, this thing is entirely tumor tissue, and even more malignant than the tumor tissue's 'malignancy' level!

After completely removing the tumor and the attached right atrial wall and part of the lateral wall of the inferior cava Vein, immediately switch to inferior vena cava Vein intubation, tighten the control band, and the Operating Field becomes clear.

Then Zheng Ren used an autologous pericardial patch and the inferior vena cava Vein for repair. He cut two pieces of pericardium, like sewing, stitching and patching the right atrium and the inferior cava Vein.

Fortunately, the various instruments in Charles's Shou Bing box were complete; even without the smallest needle, this problem could be solved.

After continuous suturing, with no active bleeding, Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.

The Shou Bing here comes to a temporary end.

As for the suturing, that's the assistant's job and has nothing to do with me as the practitioner.

This Shou Bing was much simpler than a tricuspid valve tumor, and Zheng Ren completed it smoothly in one go.

He didn't bother with the test subject's chest closure, but instead went to the side, holding the Big Watermelon in his hand and observing it carefully.

Because there was no blood supply, those two tubes' wriggling became obviously much slower.

Zheng Ren felt it truly had consciousness, as if, through the sterile gloves, the Big Watermelon was communicating with him.

Too bad, I couldn't understand it.

That frequency wasn't Morse code, nor any other cipher system that Zheng Ren knew.

Let's cut it open and see; Zheng Ren held the Big Watermelon in his left hand, knife in his right, and made one cut.

At the instant of cutting, everything before Zheng Ren turned bright red, and immediately the system prompt appeared—Shou Bing failed, practitioner died.

The System Operating Room vanished; Zheng Ren stood alone in the System Space, facing the Little White Fox's mockery from across the Pond.

What the hell is going on?

Zheng Ren was dumbfounded.

Shou Bing failed, so what's with the sudden prompt of practitioner death?

Time flew by; after Zheng Ren came to, the first thing he did was continue buying Surgical Training Time.

As the System Operating Room rose up, he strode straight inside.

This time, the little beast in Zheng Ren's heart roared.

He knew his guess was right. Chu Nu Ang Sai's right atrial space‑occupying lesion was not a mucinous tumor at all, but worm eggs!

Just now, when I cut open the worm eggs, the worm inside crawled out and killed me.

Damn, it's truly an Alien!

The art style suddenly transformed, making Zheng Ren somewhat unaccustomed.

The reason he maintains a respectful yet distant attitude toward some supernatural phenomena is that Zheng Ren believes these can be explained by science.

If it can't be explained, then the technology tree hasn't reached that level yet.

Trying to use one technology tree to explain the science of another technology tree is very difficult without reaching the peak.

Therefore, Zheng Ren feels awe, yet must stay away.

This is not his own world, nor does it belong to his technology tree.

However, upon arriving in Nanyang, it is inevitable to come into contact with these strange things.

Zheng Ren glanced around the surroundings and confirmed it was the System Space, not the outside.

This time he also didn't do extracorporeal circulation, but went straight into dissection.

Opening the heart, Zheng Ren carefully poked a small hole with the Willow Leaf Blade, and the Oval Forceps then reached in.

Test subject, dead.

Zheng Ren roughly clamped with the Oval Forceps, finally confirming there was no issue, then he dissected open the test subject's right atrium.

Inside, there was heavy bleeding; a thread‑like worm was crushed by the clamp and mixed with the messy other tissues.

This time Zheng Ren was unharmed; the system did not prompt practitioner death, only a Shou Bing failure.

Zheng Ren was certain that it was definitely this little worm's problem that caused the eerie practitioner‑death prompt.

He steadied his mind and performed another Shou Bing, but this time he honestly just did the Shou Bing, without touching the Big Watermelon.

Shou Bing completion rate 95%.

For such an extremely complex Shou Bing, Zheng Ren completing it alone, and the system being able to give such a high evaluation, is already not bad.

Back to reality, Zheng Ren heard the sound of a cart coming from the hallway.

The cart's quality is not bad, better than those in Hai Cheng and 912. The floor is also level, and the sound is very quiet.

Although this place is called National Hospital, it is actually a completely private hospital. All the equipment is prepared for the wealthy, without regard to cost.

To be honest, Zheng Ren is a little envious.

"Su Yun, Lao He, you get ready first; I'm going to explain something to the patient's family." Zheng Ren said.

"Hey, what are you sneaking around for again?" Su Yun was obviously dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's actions, nagging.

Zheng Ren solemnly looked at Xie Yiren, forcing out a faint smile. Fortunately, in the Operating Room, wearing a Mask, it couldn't be seen how strained his smile was.

Xie Yiren returned a shallow smile, and Zheng Ren felt that the current world was very warm.

Walking out of the Operating Room, Zheng Ren saw Chu Nu Ang Sai half-sitting on a cart, with several doctors and nurses pushing him over.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Chu Nu Ang Sai, I have something I want to say to you." Zheng Ren stood in front of the cart, blocking the way.