Chapter 2628: with translation of the chapter title

2529.2434 Scary BGM (Alliance Leader Randy is already nine years old, extra chapter 3)

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

The preoperative examination of the parasitic fetus patient was completed, with no surgical contraindications, and it was scheduled to be performed after Zheng Ren finishes the TIPS Surgery today.

It wasn't a live-streamed surgery, but Zheng Ren greeted Director Xu and had Lao He come to administer anesthesia.

Just as they entered the Operating Room, the song Good Luck Come started playing.

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 and then said, "Anesthesia is complete, the patient's condition is stable."

Su Yun, however, didn't go to scrub up right away; 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 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 random." Su Yun plugged in the USB drive and clicked random play.

As for what song it was, Su Yun didn't care.

Zheng Ren didn't care either; his ears couldn't hear anything around him, his mind recalling the injured scene, repeatedly reminding himself that this surgery must be done slowly, slowly.

Xiao Cao was about to go scrub up, but Zheng Ren said, "Xiao Cao, you don't need to be on this surgery."

"Huh?" Xiao Cao stared for a moment.

"How brave are you?"

Xiao Cao shook his head, bewildered. Su Yun laughed and said, "If you were brave, you wouldn't be this timid; you must be really small."

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

After hearing Zheng Lao Ban's words, the few people on the operating table all stared for a moment.

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 fill in.

It's just a parasitic fetus, right? Would it be that scary? Feng Jianguo had some doubts.

Xiao Cao felt a bit reluctant, but being timid, she didn't 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's just worried that the parasitic fetus surgery looks a bit strange." Su Yun comforted Xiao Cao with a smile.

"Oh." Xiao Cao's voice trembled a little.

"If you want to watch, just watch; after watching, don't cry." Su Yun said, "Feng bro, I'm going to scrub up."

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

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

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

Scrubbing, disinfecting, laying the drapes—everything proceeded smoothly. But Lao He looked at the operating table, feeling uneasy in his heart, afraid something would go wrong, always feeling that something would definitely happen today.

By rights, it shouldn't be like this, but Lao He also felt somewhat puzzled in his heart.

Zheng Lao Ban's skill is there; although parasitic fetus is rare, the surgery isn't particularly special.

It must be some overly mysterious saying in the medical industry causing trouble, Lao He thought.

For example, when on duty, you absolutely cannot say 'idle'; once someone says that, you'd better get ready to be busy until dawn.

Back when he used to be on duty, Lao He had a habit—he absolutely refused to sleep without his socks on.

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

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

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

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

Lao He clarified his responsibilities, and then fell silent.

You can't just go tell Zheng Lao Ban about a guess in your heart; legend says witches who spoke ill omens were burned to death.

Um… you can't think that way either, because Zheng Lao Ban is already performing surgery on a witch.

Amid Lao He's wandering thoughts, the surgery began.

However, Zheng Lao Ban's demeanor was like that of a rat before an earthquake, always seeming to foreshadow something, making Lao He feel uneasy.

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

In surgical history, procedures have become increasingly finer with smaller wounds; nowadays, heavenly-earth opening surgeries are rarely seen, and Lao He found another piece of evidence.

But Zheng Lao Ban's surgery was truly beautiful—cutting open, dissecting layer by layer, opening the abdominal cavity, exposing the parasitic fetus's location.

It looked like a tumor, with a semi-transparent membrane on the outside, through which one could faintly see an incompletely formed fetal-shaped object inside.

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

"Slow down, Su Yun, especially you." Zheng Ren said, "I'll handle the separation; you all keep your hands off."

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.

Just then, the background music's sound suddenly changed.

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

Noise and distorted guitar sounds came out, then paused briefly, after which a cold, lonely music sounded, like a haunting.

Lao He startled, tightened his isolation gown, and felt a bit cold.

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

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

Boss this guy, no one knows what he's thinking; he always seems to foresee danger. As for this, Su Yun has thought of many possibilities, but none match the guess.

In short, as long as you listen, it's fine; this Shou Bing definitely has something weird.

「Red Bridal Dress? How come it's this style? 」 Lao He glanced and saw Quan Xiaocao standing behind Zheng Lao Ban, his body already began to faintly tremble, and he asked.

At this point, if you don't say something, even Lao He, a seasoned anesthesiologist, can't hold up.

MD! No wonder Zheng Lao Ban wanted to drive Quan Xiaocao away before starting the operation; such a gloomy Shou Bing paired with such gloomy background music really is deadly.

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

Lao He was dumbfounded; a song, scaring people to death? What does it mean to play that in the Operating Room?