Chapter 2377: with translation of chapter title

2382.2296 Captain, don't shoot, it's me!

In the resentful gaze of the equipment maintenance staff at the Women and Children's Hospital, Lin Yuan drove away as if fleeing.

Su Yun, however, gave a slight smile, not caring at all. When leaving, she even waved back, smiling.

The little Polo could only hold six models; any more and there was nowhere to put them.

On the way home, Su Yun suddenly thought of something—she would have to carry the models upstairs? She couldn't let that scare people.

Dealing with these things at home is really a hassle.

"Let's go somewhere first." Su Yun took out her phone, turned on the navigation, and headed straight for the liver shop.

"Yun Ge'er, what's this for?" Lin Yuan asked while following the navigation.

"You really have a pig's brain, shouldn't you have been sliced together when eating hot pot?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"If things were fine, wouldn't we just speak properly!" Lin Yuan said unhappily.

"If you carry the models upstairs and scare people, what then?" Su Yun said.

Lin Yuan blinked slightly, turning his head to glance at Su Yun.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Yun Ge'er, you're worried the neighbors will misunderstand, thinking you bought a dummy to bring home," he said, slapping the steering wheel and laughing loudly.

Su Yun was somewhat annoyed.

But Lin Yuan indeed voiced his worry: if the neighbors saw it, they'd think he was a pervert—what then?

Tsk, would he still be able to live like a person afterward?

At the liver shop, she asked for a sack, and only then did Su Yun feel relieved.

She packed the models one by one into the sack and carried them home. The sack was for raw meat, reeking of blood.

After finishing, she left the sack with Lin Yuan, drove him away, and only then did Su Yun let out a breath.

Fortunately, she was alert, and she actually ran into a neighbor on the way.

Su Yun could already see some doubt in the neighbor's eyes, but it didn't matter; as long as they hadn't seen anything, they could guess whatever they liked.

Really, how could academic research be linked to an inflatable doll? People nowadays, can't they be a bit more straightforward?

Back home, it was easy—the models weren't as heavy as a real person, so she could carry two at once upstairs to the room.

An enlarged ironing stand had long been ready; Su Yun arranged the models neatly, drew the curtains, and turned on a small lamp.

Although it was a bit inferior to the shadowless lamp in the operating room, Su Yun didn't mind.

He had heard from his own boss that that threshold was the so-called 'hand feel'.

Playing mystical tricks! Su Yun habitually looked down on Zheng Ren in his mind, opened the surgical instruments he had bought online, and calmed himself.

After recalling his boss's surgery procedure once more, he had it figured out. He then began surgical training, the bright scalpel cutting into the model's skin.

The model's feel was not far from that of a real patient; Su Yun, while working, pondered whether to use public funds to procure a more realistic simulation set in the United States.

After cutting, seeing no blood flow, it felt somewhat awkward no matter how.

But that doesn't matter; the important thing is to train the hand feel!

There were only five models; he had to use them sparingly. At least keep two: one for the boss to do, and another for himself to try after watching.

Although there were only five models, Su Yun knew what threshold he needed to breakthrough. This differed from most people; he was not clueless, but keen-sighted and direct.

Time trickled by; Su Yun's movements were slow, and he cherished these models.

Never mind anything else; just moving them back took a lot of effort. If it were like performing a heart separation surgery at the Women and Children's Hospital, he'd probably use up all the models in an hour.

Logistical support was still problematic; while doing surgical training, Su Yun had already made up his mind that he must obtain a set of this equipment.

Must!

Whether through Chu Nu Ang Sai or through Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian, he had to get a set back.

As for favors, that's the boss's business, nothing to do with him.

These miscellaneous thoughts quickly faded; Su Yun focused entirely on the surgery. His talent was naturally high— the idea that one glance would make him proficient was no joke.

He merely knew the surgical procedure, but many details were still without a clue.

He strove to reconstruct the surgical process, feeling the touch of the intestines adhered into a mass, their softness and hardness, and what force should be used when separating them.

Just as Su Yun was concentrating on practicing the surgery, vaguely touching that threshold, a 'ding-dong~' doorbell rang.

Su Yun startled; just as he had entered that mysterious state, someone called him from the middle—what a terrible feeling!

Usually no one at home presses the doorbell; could it be that the boss, that idiot, forgot his keys?

Su Yun didn't want to deal with it, but Heizi kept yelling nonstop, seeming somewhat irritable.

Really annoying, Su Yun put down the scalpel, put on sterile gloves, and went downstairs to the door.

"Who is it?" Su Yun glanced through the peephole.

"Water meter checker." A worker in property uniform stood at the door.

What bad luck; Su Yun was a hundred percent unwilling. After just a couple hours of training, he'd finally gotten a hint of insight, only to be interrupted by the water meter checker.

If he wanted to find that feeling again, it wouldn't be easy.

While thinking, he opened the door. Heizi's shouting was loud and irritable, like someone drunk and acting crazy.

As soon as the door opened, a force pulled it wide open, and then a dark gun muzzle was thrust forward.

"Don't…"

Before the two words 'don't move' were even finished, Su Yun slightly shifted his body, memories bursting forth; facing the unknown danger, he was nimble as a fox, fierce as a tiger.

Throwing his whole body forward, at the very last moment before the gunman's neck met the edge of the scalpel in his hand, he suddenly halted.

This was domestically.

"I'm a member of the health care team!" Su Yun shouted.

The three officers on duty also stared in shock, especially the one in front, whose neck hairs stood on end. The scalpel exuded a chill, making him feel how close death was.

Put the knife down!

Heizi lunged forward, but Su Yun clamped him under his left arm and held him behind his back.

"Don't move, there's a misunderstanding, I'll slowly put the knife on the ground." Su Yun realized, his thoughts flashing like lightning, already sensing where the problem lay.

He slowly retracted the scalpel while gently saying: "I'm a Professor of 912, a member of the health team, police comrades—don't get excited; there's definitely a misunderstanding."

He slowly bent down, put the scalpel on the ground, Su Yun then let Heizi go, reprimanded him in two sentences, stood in front of Heizi, and raised both hands.

What a mess!

"Someone called the police, saying you killed and dismembered a person." An older police officer's face was a bit pale, but he still spoke in a stern tone.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Su Yun's smile was indescribably gentle, "Put your guns away, don't fire accidentally. Although there may be bullets inside and the chance of it being chambered is low, but just in case."

He muttered under his breath.

"Don't be too tough; my dog is a military dog, and even I'm scared when he gets fierce." Su Yun continued.

The police officer's face grew worse and worse; I really wanted to hit him in the mouth with a rod.