Chapter 3114: 2910 Worldview Shattered

The blond doctor inserted the laryngoscope into the left nostril again; Xie Ning had gone numb, hoping this nightmare would end soon.

To be honest, Xie Ning still couldn't fathom the Swedes' logic—why would that blond doctor pull out the laryngoscope's tube, then sketch a diagram to explain to himself where the fishbone was lodged.

Shouldn't it have been simply pulled out as a matter of course?

Is this Sweden's version of slacking off? Da Liu slacks off and churns out countless works, but what can a doctor accomplish by slacking off?

Lost in endless thought, under the stimulation of the laryngoscope Xie Ning began to feel nauseous and like he might vomit.

"Ugh..."

"Mr. Xie, please bear with it," Sun Wenyi soothed from the side.

Xie Ning also knew he had to endure, but the old saying "talking while standing doesn't hurt the waist" really holds true—people can't escape concrete physiological reflexes, just like the laryngoscope stimulating the throat.

Moreover, that blond doctor didn't seem to have the idea of using tweezers, as Xie Ning imagined, to pull out the fishbone; he kept fiddling with the fishbone using the laryngoscope, trying to... flick it off with the scope.

As for the imagined tweezers, Xie Ning never saw them.

Xie Ning didn't know what the blond doctor was doing; he only felt the physiological reflex was strong, waves of nausea and dry heaves surging like a tide.

Perhaps this is the gag reflex, Xie Ning thought. It's a human self-protection mechanism that appears to prevent swallowing foreign objects.

Now Xie Ning loathed it intensely, unsure whether he hated the gag reflex or the blond doctor more.

After who knows how many gag reflexes, tears slid down the corners of his eyes—not from sorrow, but purely from the physiological reflex. Xie Ning had grown numb to this, even vaguely considering looking for Zheng Ren to take a glance.

Throughout the doctor's procedure, Xie Ning could clearly feel the laryngoscope constantly moving over the fishbone, which was extremely tenacious—no, wait, what would happen if it broke?

Xie Ning suddenly shivered—would they have to put him under general anesthesia, cut open, and remove the remaining fishbone?

It's just a small job of gently clamping with tweezers and pulling it out—would that turn into a procedure requiring general anesthesia?

"Wait a moment!" Xie Ning, upon thinking about undergoing such a major surgery, immediately gestured with his hand, indicating this couldn't continue.

The blond doctor looked puzzled, and Sun Wenyi immediately said, "Mr. Xie, you'd better listen to the doctor, or… we might end up disliking it and having to wait until tomorrow."

Tomorrow!

Xie Ning frowned and told Sun Wenyi his thoughts, then communicated again with the blond doctor.

After a few minutes, Sun Wenyi chuckled and said, "Mr. Xie, the doctor agrees to anesthetize, then try other methods to remove the fishbone."

Tears streaming down his face, Xie Ning thought for the Nth time, "It's just a fishbone, just a fishbone!"

After the anesthetic was sprayed, Xie Ning kept wiping saliva. He even suspected it wasn't anesthetic but some drug that caused massive secretion from the oral glands.

The ensuing process was familiar to Xie Ning, finally matching his imagination.

The blond doctor grabbed a stainless‑tongue depressor and pressed down on the tongue—then! Xie Ning finally saw the tweezers.

Why not bring out the tweezers earlier! Xie Ning found countless flaws, unable to vent. He could only silently count, hoping the fishbone would be pulled out soon.

"Ugh..."

Because the tweezers went in deeper, it triggered a severe gag reflex; Xie Ning nearly vomited his breakfast.

Once…

Once…

Again…

Afterward, Xie Ning sensed a faint metallic taste between his lips and teeth; due to the anesthetic, he couldn't tell where the bleeding was coming from.

Soon the blond doctor also saw the bloodstain. The stainless‑steel tongue depressor had been pressed too long and too hard, causing the lower lip to be "bitten" by the teeth.

The doctor immediately stopped the procedure and began communicating with Sun Wenyi.

As a result, things reverted to how they were before, except this time the laryngoscope was handled by two younger doctors—interns.

As the two young women giggled, Xie Ning's endurance felt like the nasal mucosa being rubbed by the laryngoscope, having reached the breaking point. Just as the singularity of the Big Bang, his emotions had brewed to a dangerous level.

Just then another doctor walked in, chuckling as he patted Xie Ning's shoulder, signaling him to go to another examination room.

Xie Ning followed him doubtfully; upon entering the examination room, a room full of dark silhouettes startled him greatly.

Besides the three doctors including the blond one, there were seven or eight interns.

After communicating, Xie Ning learned that these three doctors wanted, with the help of the laryngoscope imaging system, to output the images captured by the laryngoscope to an electronic monitor.

That way, not only the doctor handling the laryngoscope could see the throat's interior, but other doctors could also view it on the monitor, then collaborate for a final attempt to clamp out the fishbone.

Having one person watch the imaging system while operating seemed too difficult for them.

Xie Ning felt he was in an absurdly bizarre realm; that kind of operation—wasn't it the most normal procedure? Not only did he see Zheng Ren do it in a livestream, but in all kinds of medical dramas, whether American or Japanese, this is the most basic!

Yet, in this standard nation of high‑welfare society, at the top‑notch Karolinska Hospital, the ailment isn't something Zheng Ren has been tinkering with—cancer treatment—but merely a fishbone, a damn fishbone!

This is utterly fantastical; Xie Ning expressed disbelief.

But he didn't want people to think he was a giant baby; saying such an already‑fantastic thing would find no believers. Endure, endure, damn capitalism.

Xie Ning muttered to himself.

"Mr. Xie, this is the senior doctor of the one just now; they will join forces to remove your fishbone," Sun Wenyi introduced.

Without his introduction, Xie Ning also knew what was going to happen. He looked blankly at the doctors before him—his worldview shattered.

Although Xie Ning harbored countless complaints, having already sat down, he might as well proceed.

Three people should manage, after all—they're single‑threaded organisms; I truly don't know who created those impressive physics, engineering, and technology.

I truly don't know how Karolinska Hospital's medical level could be like this; how dare they have the face to judge the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine?

Anesthetic was used once again.

After the anesthetic took effect, the somewhat older doctor began operating the laryngoscope to locate the fishbone.

Another doctor used gauze in his left hand to hold down the tongue, while his right hand gripped a longer, finer pair of tweezers, eyes fixed on the monitor like a seasoned hunter waiting for prey to appear.

Meanwhile, another doctor pressed on Xie Ning's shoulder to prevent his gag reflex from disturbing the 'delicate' procedure.