Chapter 2: The True Peak

What? System? Zheng Ren's mind filled with countless questions.

Although Zheng Ren had always been single, he never drank alcohol or went to nightclubs. Usually busy with work, his everyday entertainment was stealing moments of leisure to read online novels.

But he never imagined that one day a plot from a novel would happen to him.

In a daze, the cold mechanical voice sounded again in his ear.

"Host receives newcomer benefit—Peak Experience, limited to 30 minutes."

After all, Zheng Ren was a seasoned novel enthusiast, and he accepted the existence of such a system quite readily.

But before he could communicate with the system, just a moment's thought later, a white light appeared before his eyes again.

After his vision returned, he was astonished to find his own hands beginning to move on their own.

His finger movements were nimble and delicate, holding a curved scissors, using the blunt tip to separate the adhesions of the pancreatic tumor tissue, and only when encountering tough spots would he use the sharp edge of the blade to break through the obstruction.

Is this a dream?

He tried with all his strength to regain control of his hands, but he was astonished to find that, although they were his own hands, they simply would not obey his commands.

Zheng Ren felt like a patient with high-level paraplegia, having lost control over his limbs.

And his limbs had become a machine, rigorously and precisely 'performing' surgery!

Could it be that the system had taken over him? Just like the possession described in fantasy novels, and he was the one being possessed?

Before long, his consciousness would gradually fade away, and then vanish like smoke?

A series of questions made Zheng Ren break out in a cold sweat, sinking into the mire of despair, unable to extricate himself.

"Please note, host, during the 30-minute Peak Experience you cannot freely control your limbs. Given your overly agitated emotional state and disordered hormone environment, a temporary sedative measure will be administered." The system's mechanical synthesized voice sounded again.

Soon, Zheng Ren calmed down with the system's help.

"Please cherish this opportunity for Peak Experience, host. Please note, this opportunity occurs only once. I repeat, this opportunity occurs only once."

He realized that, if one excludes the factor of 'himself' performing the surgery, the current viewpoint is superb—it is exactly what he had dreamed of when standing in the corner of the operating room just moments ago!

Naturally, the surgical view centers on the operator; those learning surgery on the observation platform never get the chance to watch an entire procedure from the surgeon's perspective.

And now such an opportunity lay before Zheng Ren. As Zheng Ren, standing in the assistant's position, resumed the surgery, Inpatient Chief Cen Meng's eyes widened.

"Zheng Ren, what are you doing?" Cen Meng exclaimed upon seeing Zheng Ren start the surgery, and hurried to stop him.

But all he got in return was silence.

Zheng Ren's hands were nimble like two little sprites, and he continued the surgery.

Cen Meng had just wanted to intervene, but immediately realized something was wrong.

Can scissors even be used like that?

The adhesions of the pancreatic head were actually separated by blunt dissection with his fingers—wasn't he afraid of tearing the pancreas?

There was actually an abnormally hypertrophied tumor-feeding blood vessel there—how did he detect it?

Countless questions welled up in Cen Meng's heart.

Impossible! Cen Meng knew Zheng Ren's level. The two of them had arrived at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan two years apart; their usual relationship was ordinary, but everyone knew what the other's capability was.

Cen Meng was more adept at navigating situations than Zheng Ren and also liked to flatter. Moreover, his aunt's husband knew Director Liu, so Cen Meng had early on become Director Liu's confidant.

Otherwise, for such a major surgery, Director Liu would not have gone up without bringing the Deputy Chief, yet he brought Cen Meng instead.

Laypeople watch the spectacle; insiders watch the technique.

But although Cen Meng was an insider, he gradually could not understand what was happening.

The level of Professor Senyu Ichiro, which had previously amazed him, seemed not to have reached the height Zheng Ren was now displaying.

No, not only was he not that high; the difference was at least an order of magnitude.

Cen Meng was astonished; it seemed he had only just stared blankly for a moment, and then the situation changed again.

A few minutes later, the tumor adhesion portion had already been peeled away to the site of the inferior vena cava.

This is the most critical point: the inferior vena cava is about 3 cm thick, its elasticity poorer than that of an artery, and once the adhesion is dissected, any injury to the inferior vena cava is irreversible.

Instantly, massive bleeding would occur, and the patient would inevitably die on the operating table.

Usually, when encountering this situation, the surgeon would choose to abort the operation, regretfully explain to the patient's family, and we have already done our utmost.

Professor Senyu Ichiro had precisely foreseen this point in advance, which is why he terminated the surgery.

Yet Zheng Ren's hands showed no hesitation whatsoever; with a pair of scissors, he began to dissect the outer mucosal layer of the inferior vena cava.

Impossible! Dissecting the outer mucosal layer of the inferior vena cava requires special instruments—how could a blunt scissors possibly achieve that?

Cen Meng became dazed.

Just now, Professor Senyu also abandoned the surgery because Haicheng Shi Yiyuan lacked the necessary instruments, turning this pancreaticoduodenectomy into a 'open-and-close' procedure.

Dissection, resection, anastomosis, and lymph node clearance—all movements were concise and precise.

At 26 minutes, the surgery ended, the abdominal cavity was flushed with warm saline, and closure of the abdomen began.

Those hands even failed to check whether any bleeding point had been missed, as if they possessed infinite confidence in themselves and would never make any mistake.

At 29 minutes, the abdominal cavity was closed, and the surgery ended.

Cen Meng stared blankly for half an hour; aside from his initial failed attempt to stop Zheng Ren from performing the surgery, he remained in a dazed state.

The sterile cap was already soaked with sweat, and underneath the sterile gloves, it was likewise soaked with sweat.

Merely watching the surgery for half an hour had exhausted all of his energy.

Zheng Ren, who only knew how to perform an appendectomy, was actually capable of performing a pancreaticoduodenectomy! Moreover, it was not the ordinary kind, but a surgery that even top professors worldwide could not proceed with, thus having to abandon it.

Although hard to believe, such a perfect surgery was nevertheless vividly presented before Cen Meng's eyes.

It was simply unbelievable!

The 30-minute Peak Experience broadened Zheng Ren's horizons.

When the time was up, a wave of fatigue welled up from the depths of his soul, making him really want to lie down and sleep straight away.

But Zheng Ren knew that now was absolutely not the time. Go home, study the system—this was the only thought in his mind.

Besides Cen Meng guarding in the operating room, there was only one instrument nurse and one anesthesiologist; Zheng Ren greeted them and then hurriedly left.

Zheng Ren didn't have time to take a shower, he hurriedly changed his clothes.

After leaving the operating room, Director Liu and a group of people were saying something.