Chapter 2526: with translation of chapter title

2436 No need for tragic beauty, need Good Luck Come (Alliance Leader Wind Sand Sky Dance extra chapter 1)

The male instrument nurse didn't retort; he didn't even have time to be unhappy—anyone speaking would do, no matter what they said.

Those present didn't notice to turn off the background music, especially after the same song played randomly a second time; everyone's minds filled with obscure phrases like 'tortured fate'.

Zheng Ren took the large curved retractor, and according to his experience in the System Operating Room, he used the retractor for protection, stuffed a few gauze pads, and then carefully began to dissect the parasitic fetus's dorsal side.

The blunt scissors in his hand were wielded with masterful skill, almost exclusively using the non‑sharp outer edge to continually separate the parasitic fetus's adhesions.

As the blunt scissors entered, Su Yun's ultrasonic scalpel entered as well.

He rotated the angle slightly; Zheng Ren was very cautious, performing no maneuvers with both hands out of sight, and he also did not allow Su Yun to do similar maneuvers—everything remained under control.

Doing it this way slowed the surgery a bit, but it won in stability.

Time ticked by second by second; although the surgery was slow, the overall progress steadily moved forward.

It was astonishing that the song Red Bridal Dress seemed set on single‑repeat, playing four times in a row despite being in random mode.

Apart from Zheng Ren and Su Yun, everyone else was on the verge of breaking down.

Papapa, the ultrasonic scalpel's sound mixed with the Red Bridal Dress singing, like some kind of mix accompanying a sonata. Not only did it not cancel the eeriness of Red Bridal Dress, it added a gloomy feel.

"Pathology basin." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Two seconds later, the instrument nurse didn't move; he had hopelessly spaced out, still calculating in his mind the probability of the same song playing four times in a row randomly.

Zheng Ren frowned, glanced at the male instrument nurse, and sighed inwardly. If Yi Ren were here, this situation definitely wouldn't have occurred.

But for this kind of surgery, Zheng Ren wouldn't call Yi Ren to join him.

Now that the parasitic fetus had been cut out, Zheng Ren felt relieved—he hadn't been 'bitten,' and his overly careful protection hadn't hindered the surgery; it was already quite good.

At that moment he heard the tail of Red Bridal Dress—'One night of spring romance is not, not my fault; one night of spring romance is not, not my fault.'

"What song is this? Why isn't it Good Luck Come?" Zheng Ren's voice, like a great bell, shattered the tragic, eerie singing.

"Do you have any aesthetic sense?" Su Yun said unhappily: "Hey, kid, the pathology basin!"

"Oh, oh." The male instrument nurse and Lao He both said "oh," passed the pathology basin over, and Lao He, like a rabbit, ran to the computer, didn't even click to exit, and just pulled out Su Yun's USB drive.

At the last moment, he glanced at the songs on the USB drive—at least a hundred. It's unbelievable; a hundred songs could randomly play the same one four times in a row—what a minuscule probability.

【Good Luck Come, wishing you good luck……】

Hearing the familiar song, Lao He burst into tears.

Before, he had listened to Good Luck Come and felt a bit nauseous; the song was too celebratory, and listening too much gave him a headache.

But without contrast, there is no harm.

After the gloomy, eerie contrast of Red Bridal Dress, Good Luck Come truly matched the operating room's atmosphere. Not to mention anything else, just the three words 'Good Luck Come' are worth listening to for a lifetime, Lao He thought.

"Sigh." After hearing the Good Luck Come song, Su Yun sighed. He looked around the operating room, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over everyone, including his own boss.

This is contempt in terms of taste.

Zheng Ren didn't notice Su Yun's gaze; he placed the parasitic fetus in the pathology basin, used the retractor to support the intestines and organs, saw no active bleeding, and felt reassured.

"Irrigate."

Feng Jianguo, raise the rear hand of your retractor a bit higher.

"Let me take a look at the exposed splenic fossa."

"Put a cover on the suction device."

One after another, the orders mixed with the Good Luck Come song, breaking through the previous gloom in the operating room; it seemed a ray of sunshine shot through the thick dark clouds, shining into the Shujian.

"Don't move the pathology specimen, cover it with a large gauze pad; just take it out later to show the patient's family." Zheng Ren said.

"Okay." Under the Good Luck Come BGM, the male instrument nurse also became a bit more active; the room's temperature rose quickly as the song and the main part of the surgery ended, and he responded cheerfully.

The pathology basin was placed to one side, with a clean white gauze pad on top.

"Feng Jianguo, be careful when you later take the parasitic fetus to show the patient's family." Zheng Ren said while irrigating, "Don't use your hands; definitely use the oval forceps."

"Mm-hmm." Feng Jianguo's courage had long been shattered; he kept nodding.

This surgery—originally prepared to properly watch Zheng Lao Ban's skill—unexpectedly left them dazed by a single Red Bridal Dress song.

"Boss, why not change to another song? This one is too rustic." Su Yun muttered.

"It's fine; during surgery, who has the mood to listen to music? Just seeking a good omen—nothing important." Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes to observe the field, repeatedly confirming no bleeding, then said, "Get ready to close the abdomen and count the instruments."

The circulating nurse and instrument nurse began counting the instruments, while Zheng Ren started suturing the peritoneum himself.

"You really have no aesthetic sense at all." Su Yun said, "That Red Bridal Dress just now—how tragically beautiful, didn't you hear it?"

"What the patient needs is not tragic beauty, but good luck. Well, doctors too." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun shrugged, his three masks slightly askew. While helping Zheng Ren suture, he said to Feng Jianguo, "Brother Feng, aren't you ready yet to take the pathology specimen to show the patient's family?"

By rights, this is the time for the surgeon to show the pathology specimen to the patient's family, but for some reason Feng Jianguo delayed.

"I… I'll wait for Zheng Lao Ban to go together." Feng Jianguo said with a worried frown.

"You're timid!" Su Yun laughed loudly, saying, "Feng Jianguo, you must not have done an obstetrics and gynecology outpatient internship, right?"

"That was ages ago." Feng Jianguo said, "Xiao Cao, come scrub in and help."

Feng Jianguo was about to have Quan Xiaocao and Su Yun suture, while he himself pulled Zheng Lao Ban to go show the parasitic fetus to the patient's family.

Actually, if it weren't for the recent Red Bridal Dress setting the mood, it wouldn't have come to this. But once this state of mind arises, that gloomy, terrifying chill seeps to the bone, and he's still a bit afraid.

He called Quan Xiaocao twice, but got no response.

Feng Jianguo turned his head, scanned the Shujian, and didn't see Quan Xiaocao.

"Where's Xiao Cao?"

The circulating nurse was counting the instruments, muttering the numbers, and said unhappily, "During the second round just now I was scared to tears; I'm probably now wiping my eyes in the Gengyishi."