Chapter 2524: line with translation of title

Two days later in the afternoon, Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to the Operating Room.

The parasitic twin patient's pre-op examination was complete, with no surgical contraindications; it was scheduled for today after Zheng Ren finishes the TIPS Shou Bing.

It was not a live-streamed surgery, but Zheng Ren and Director Xu greeted each other and had Lao He come for anesthesia.

Just as they entered the Operating Room, the song Good Luck Come began to play.

Su Yun frowned and said, "Lao He, change the song; even a single track on loop isn't as repetitive as yours. How many times have we listened? Isn't it nauseating?"

Lao He just gave a hehe laugh, then said, "Anesthesia is complete; the patient's condition is stable."

Su Yun did not go wash his hands at the First Time, he took a USB drive from the pocket of his Isolation Gown and shook it at Lao He.

Lao He also felt helpless; Yun Ge'er didn't want to hear Good Luck Come, but Zheng Lao Ban had never said to change the song, so what could he do?

"If he wants to change it, let him change it; anyway, I won't."

"What should we listen to? Or just play randomly." Su Yun plugged in the USB drive and clicked random play.

As for what song it is, Su Yun also doesn't care.

Zheng Ren cares even less; his ears basically hear nothing around him, his mind recalls the injured scene, repeatedly reminding himself that this Shou Bing must be done slowly, slowly.

Quan Xiaocao was going to wash her hands and disinfect, Zheng Ren said, "Xiao Cao, you shouldn't assist on this Shou Bing."

"Huh?" Quan Xiaocao stared for a moment.

"How bold are you?"

Quan Xiaocao dazedly shook her head. Su Yun laughed and said, "If you were bold, you wouldn't be this timid; you must be very small."

"Then go get busy; be careful with this Shou Bing, we'll do it slowly." Zheng Ren said.

After hearing Zheng Lao Ban's words, the few people on the Operating table were stunned.

Feng Jianguo suddenly realized that Zheng Lao Ban's dedicated instrument nurse hadn't come up; yesterday he had asked Director Xu for the Operating Room's sole male nurse to assist.

It's just a parasitic twin, isn't it? Would it be that scary? Feng Jianguo had some doubts.

Quan Xiaocao felt somewhat reluctant, but she was too timid to have the courage to contradict Zheng Lao Ban's statement.

"Xiao Cao, don't Worry, Boss isn't trying to get you off the table, he just Worry that the parasitic twin Shou Bing looks a bit weird." Su Yun smiled while comforting Quan Xiaocao.

"Oh." Quan Xiaocao's voice trembled a bit.

"If you want to watch, watch; just don't cry after." Su Yun said, "Brother Feng, I'm going to wash my hands."

After saying that, Zheng Ren and Su Yun went together to wash their hands, and unfamiliar music echoed in the Operating Room.

The background music was no longer Good Luck Come, which made Lao He a bit dazed.

When Su Yun changed the music, Lao He didn't pay much attention, but once they prepared to open the table, he looked at the numbers on the ventilator and monitor, heard the unfamiliar music in his ears, and always felt something was missing.

Washing hands, disinfecting, laying the drape—everything proceeded smoothly. But Lao He looked at the Operating table, heart filled with unease, afraid something would go wrong, always feeling that something would definitely happen today.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like that; Lao He also felt somewhat puzzled.

Zheng Lao Ban's level is there for all to see; although parasitic twins are rare, the Shou Bing isn't particularly special.

It must be some deep, mysterious saying in the medical industry taking effect; Lao He thought to himself.

For example, when on duty you absolutely cannot say "idle"; once someone says that, you better prepare to be busy all the way until dawn.

Back when he still worked shifts, Lao He had a habit—he absolutely would not sleep without taking off his socks.

This is a summary of experience: if you sleep without taking off your socks, you will definitely end up in the emergency room at night! This is this is a lesson of blood and tears; Lao He will remember it for his lifetime.

Could it be that the song Good Luck Come also has to become an objective law?

Lao He calmly looked around at the equipment, then began checking again as if he had OCD to see if anything was wrong.

Mainly the ventilator: all the tubes and lines were stable, no fluid in the tubes, airway pressure normal.

Lao He clarified what he was responsible for, then fell silent.

One simply cannot go tell Zheng Lao Ban based on a personal guess; legend says that women who spoke ill-omened words were burned to death.

Um… one also can't think that way, because Zheng Lao Ban has already performed Shou Bing on a witch.

In Lao He's random musings, the Shou Bing began.

However, Zheng Lao Ban's behavior was like that of a rat before an earthquake, always seeming to foreshadow something; Lao He felt nervous.

Incising the skin, a large opening—although not a heavenly earth opening, it's pretty much the same.

In the history of Shou Bing, procedures have become increasingly finer with smaller trauma; nowadays it's rare to see a heavenly earth opening Shou Bing, and Lao He found another piece of evidence.

However, Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing was truly beautiful—cutting open, layer-by-layer separation, opening the abdominal cavity, exposing the location of the parasitic twin.

It looked like a tumor, with an outer layer of semi-transparent membrane, through which one could vaguely see an incompletely formed fetal-shaped object inside.

Lao He looked at the parasitic twin, feeling a bit panicked.

"Slow down, Su Yun, especially you." Zheng Ren said, "I'll handle the separation; you all don't move your hands."

Su Yun was slightly surprised, but didn't speak, just nodded.

Zheng Ren reached out; after two seconds, the instrument nurse asked, "Zheng Lao Ban, do you want the Large Tweezers or the Hemostatic Forceps?"

"Blunt Scissors."

The scissors slapped into his hand, and Zheng Ren began Blunt Dissection.

At that very moment, the background music's sound suddenly changed.

The previous song had finished, and this song…… gave a somewhat eerie weird feeling.

Noise and the guitar's distorted sound came out, then paused a moment; a cold lonely music sound then rang out, like a haunting.

Lao He stared for a moment, tightened his Isolation Gown, and felt a bit cold.

"Yun Ge'er, what is this music?" Lao He asked softly.

"Red Bridal Dress, haven't you heard it?" Su Yun lowered his head, watching Zheng Ren perform Blunt Dissection, casually answering Lao He's question while making sure his hand didn't appear where his sight couldn't reach.

Boss this guy, no one knows what he's thinking; he always can foresee danger. As for this, Su Yun had thought of many possibilities, but none matched the speculation.

In short, just follow orders; this Shou Bing definitely has something weird.

"Red Bridal Dress? How is this the musical style?" Lao He glanced and saw Quan Xiaocao standing behind Zheng Lao Ban, Quan Xiaocao's body already beginning to faintly tremble, and then asked.

If nothing is said now, even Lao He, a veteran anesthesiologist, can't hold it together.

MD! No wonder Zheng Lao Ban wanted to get rid of Quan Xiaocao before even starting the operation—such a gloomy surgery with such gloomy background music, it's literally deadly.

"Music from the early century, a work of Teacher Wu Hongfei. It's said this song has already been banned, belonging to the forbidden songs." Su Yun said casually: "Moreover, rumors in the martial world say this song has scared people to death."

"……"

Lao He was stunned. A song, scaring people to death? What does it mean to play that in the operating room?