Chapter 900: 882 Surgery That Even a Master-Level Cannot Handle

Master-level General Surgery surgical skill gave Zheng Ren immense confidence.

It's just a porcelain gallbladder, not difficult at all, Zheng Ren thought so.

However, as soon as he started, Zheng Ren understood why the System's Big Pig Trotter issued an urgent quest and gave a Platinum Treasure Box as a reward.

Zheng Ren had confidence and certainty in his own Blunt Dissection.

But as soon as he got on the Operating table and started, the Blunt Dissection had barely begun for less than five minutes when the gallbladder was torn by traction.

Zheng Ren held Hemostatic Forceps and Blunt Scissors, stunned on the System Operating Table.

This... this is too difficult, right?

It's just a gallbladder, no matter how rare, it's just a porcelain gallbladder—how could it possibly stump anyone?

Now Zheng Ren was left in an awkward spot.

If on the Operating table, all he could do was protect the tissue around the gallbladder as best as possible to avoid malignant tumor implantation and metastasis. Then……

Might as well go all out!

Since it's already torn, it's actually simpler—just tear it a bit more and remove it.

But Zheng Ren didn't want to do that.

The System Quest required perfect removal, but that needn't be considered—the Platinum Treasure Box alone held no interest for Zheng Ren.

The key is that the porcelain gallbladder has a high likelihood of accompanying gallbladder cancer; if one is not careful, implantation metastasis will drastically reduce the patient's postoperative survival.

Zheng Ren sighed, ended the failed Shou Bing, and continued with the next Surgical Training.

But the next time, the patient's Shou Bing process still dealt Zheng Ren a heavy blow!

Still the same spot—no matter how careful Zheng Ren was, the gallbladder was still torn and pulled apart. This was the pattern of falling twice in the same place; Zheng Ren could not forgive himself no matter what.

Going crazy! A surge of determination welled up from his heart, and he launched a third attempt.

However, the third attempt was just as ordinary.

Falling three times in the same spot is unimaginable; this is also where Zheng Ren felt astonished.

By rights, his General Surgery Department surgical skill should have reached world-class level, yet he couldn't pull it off—probably few could.

Definitely Master-level General Surgery surgical skill!

This is no joke.

But it's still not enough.

Zheng Ren calmed down, knowing many things cannot be solved by brute force. Simple, crude, direct—naturally swift. But once a problem arises, it means some unknown situation has occurred; one must think of a solution.

Where is the problem?

Zheng Ren stared blankly at the experimental subject, at its dark blue gallbladder, at the point of damage.

He suddenly had an idea: don't end the Shou Bing, just finish it directly!

To know why, dissection is definitely the best way. But other surgeons doing dissection use an anatomy teacher; or the patient's family files a complaint with the Medical Mediation Committee, and a forensic pathologist performs an autopsy.

Zheng Ren, however, needs no anatomy teacher at all. At this moment, the Big Pig Trotter's advantage is fully revealed.

Perfect simulation, mistakes can be retried—what kind of experience is this? Zheng Ren has felt this many times, but never as intensely as now.

Master-level General Surgery surgical skill can even handle an autologous liver transplant—just a measly gallbladder……

It's just a measly gallbladder, yet it left Zheng Ren stumped.

He calmed his mind, tried to save Surgical Training Time as much as possible, and began dissecting the experimental subject.

Not the kind of Shou Bing, but a bold, sweeping dissection.

If outside, this would be murder. But in the System Operating Room, Zheng Ren faces an experimental subject.

While dissecting, Zheng Ren warned himself, never to develop a split personality.

If one day, encountering a difficult case outside, he mistakenly thinks he's in the System Operating Room and starts dissecting…… that would be the most messed-up thing in the world.

Because he didn't need to think about Shou Bing success—just dissection sufficed—Zheng Ren quickly completed the experimental subject's autopsy.

Inside the gallbladder, a cauliflower-like tumor had begun to infiltrate; the spot he had repeatedly torn was actually now infiltrated by the tumor, leaving only about 1mm of the gallbladder's outer wall.

Moreover, this tissue only showed congestion and edema, without porcelain calcification.

In other words, this part of the gallbladder is extremely thin—just a touch and it breaks.

Inside the gallbladder, besides the malignant tumor, there were several dozen stones of various sizes, each blue, making the patient look as if he'd been poisoned by some fantastical toxin from a xianxia novel.

That spot breaks at a touch—what should he do?

Zheng Ren felt somewhat lost.

But this confusion lasted only a few seconds; Zheng Ren began dissecting the liver.

Near the gallbladder fossa, the liver's dorsal membrane showed severe congestion and edema; if it were Blunt Dissection, it would surely be troublesome.

Fortunately, it was just dissection; Zheng Ren roughly opened the liver, seeing stones in the bile duct, firmly lodging the cystic duct.

Cancer infiltration, the range seemed not that large; the porcelain-calcified gallbladder wall acted like an insulating layer, blocking the spread of tumor cells.

Zheng Ren dissected and analyzed bit by bit, from inside out, getting to the bottom of the patient's condition.

The situation was especially complex, so complex that Zheng Ren felt somewhat at a loss.

After using over an hour of Surgical Training Time, Zheng Ren completed the dissection and walked out of the System Operating Room.

Leaving the System Space, Zheng Ren picked up his phone.

In the real world, less than a minute had passed—this was still time wasted upon entering the System Operating Room.

Zheng Ren placed a call.

'Brother Yang, you've come—definitely don't start, be sure to wait for me!' Zheng Ren said.

On the other end of the line, silence.

'Porcelain gallbladder, showing blue—I estimate it's highly likely malignant. I'll go right away; once there, we'll discuss what to do together.' Zheng Ren didn't even have time to consider Professor Yang's opinion of him, speaking frankly.

'Okay.' Professor Yang froze for a few seconds, then replied immediately.

Zheng Ren returned to the System Operating Room, began to continue Surgical Training.

Having clearly understood the anatomical structure from inside out, that kind of autopsy, surgery for Zheng Ren became countless times simpler.

Zheng Ren cursed himself in his heart, how long has it been before he thought of this method? Countless gross anatomy teachers are placed here, how could he not know to cherish them?

However, from the moment the system first descended until now, opportunities to use this method seem not many.

People, if they don't push themselves a little, they will never know where their limits lie.

Zheng Ren is just like that.

He began to continue the Shou Bing, the gallbladder a deep blue in his field of view, like a poison silently telling Zheng Ren to be careful.

……

……

Modu, Peng Jia was in a meeting.

Suddenly the secretary walked in, whispering a few words in his ear.

Peng Jia was stunned for a moment.

Everyone at the meeting stared at Peng Jia in surprise, guessing what had happened.

"There is such a situation now." Peng Jia found it hard to decide, so he simply spoke out the matter.

The conference room was filled with Silence, everyone held their breath, listening to Peng Jia describe the situation.