Chapter 249: Appendectomy

Seeing the threat from his own child made the unlicensed famous doctor, who had been deliberately sought out, show a hesitant attitude. The city councilman's mother hurriedly said:

"Doctor, do you want me to sign a statement of commitment? As long as your surgery is successful, I will not pursue anything. What my child says does not count either."

Thomas Boning shouted excitedly, "How does it not count? I said I would kill whoever I wanted to kill, and I will definitely kill them. No one can stop me!"

The mother and son being out of sync was exactly the biggest reason why the famous doctors at Cedar Sinai Medical Center dared not perform the surgery. Otherwise, with so many smart and experienced doctors present, how could they not think of a way to operate on a patient allergic to anesthesia?

But everyone had seen enough of the world; ordinary people threatening to kill a doctor, they really dared to kill. Ordinary people cannot imagine how bold a desperate patient with limited days left would be.

Moreover, this was a person with power and influence. He threatened to kill the doctor, and didn't even need to do it himself!

In this situation, who dares to risk saving someone? Do you really think everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves at any cost just to save others? If so, why go to such great lengths and spend so much money to study medicine?

So hearing Thomas Boning threatening people again, the unlicensed secret doctor also showed a shrinking appearance. The doctors present were guessing whether this matter was going to end up nothing again.

Surprisingly, the Tinkerer was not like the others; he just looked at the mother, Suxi Boning, and said, "No need to make it so troublesome, just remember your current promise."

Immediately, the Tinkerer directed the others, saying, "Send the patient to the operating room for preparation. Perform an appendectomy."

Because the patient had abdominal pain and did not want to walk himself, the only way to the operating room was to push him in a wheelchair.

And he was unwilling to get out of bed himself, move to the wheelchair, nor did he want to be touched by the burly male nurses. So the beautiful female nurses serving in this VIP ward area had to be wronged, supporting Thomas Boning onto the wheelchair.

This Young Master's build was not small, naturally his weight was not light. The female nurses' model-level figures meant they did not have much strength. Only two or three people had to work together, pressing close to the body, relying on core strength to get him onto the wheelchair.

The whole process was squeezing and hugging. By the time they finished, the three female nurses were covered in sweat and their clothes were disheveled, and even their tofu was eaten thoroughly all over their bodies.

Thomas Boning, sitting on the wheelchair, frowned while enduring the abdominal pain, while smiling smugly. He even pretended to smell his own hand, revealing a lewd expression, not caring at all whether he was in front of his mother.

Seeing this Young Master's behavior, although the men present were indignant, they were helpless. If they stepped in to help, who knew what situation would arise. They could only wrong the few little nurses.

It was just that the unbelievably beautiful female nurses in the VIP ward area mostly had some hidden service items. They did not feel aggrieved about being groped; instead, they quickly tidied their clothes and restored their seemingly friendly professional smiles.

"Now we will take you to the operating room."

"Okay, let's go." Thomas Boning, while enduring the abdominal cramps, reached out to touch the nurse beside him.

Thomas Boning, sitting on the wheelchair, was at the very front of the crowd, surrounded by delicate little nurses. The doctors of the medical center followed behind, while the Tinkerer fell to the end of this line, walking alone.

At the very back followed Suxi Boning and those who were either hangers-on or other family members. A huge crowd headed towards the operating room in the VIP ward area.

Non-medical personnel were still blocked outside the surgical area and could not go in. There were small bars, sofa chairs, and other rest areas nearby for these people to rest temporarily.

The Tinkerer followed the others to change clothes and took his own instruments for simple disinfection.

By the time he entered the operating room, he heard Thomas Boning flirting with the young girls again. He said, "Ah, this is the environment of the operating room. I have never done this in such a place before. Whoever helps me with a BJ, I will give her one hundred dollars."

The nurses in the operating room were a different batch from those who brought him over. These people had already put on sterilized surgical gowns; even if the previous few wanted to come in, they would have to disinfect and change clothes first.

Those able to assist in the surgery naturally had more professional training and better psychological quality. They also knew that the patients in the VIP ward area were all figures who could not be offended. Even if their resentment was deep, they could only avoid the person in a tactful way.

Fortunately, the Tinkerer entering the door shifted Thomas Boning's attention. Sitting on the wheelchair, refusing to move, he saw the person and cursed, saying:

"Scar-face, don't think that because you have my mother as a backer, I won't dare to do anything to you. Let me tell you, however much pain I am in today, I will double the revenge tomorrow. So you better pray your medical skills are like magic, able to make me feel nothing."

"Clang!" This was the heavy strike sound of an aluminum baseball bat. The young man's mouth twisted, his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground.

Everyone in the operating room stood with mouths agape, staring at the Tinkerer who had just hit Thomas Boning's chin with the baseball bat and knocked him unconscious.

Even the big shots of the medical center who entered the operating room a few steps late, seeing the situation inside, stammered, "You..." pointing at the baseball bat that should not have appeared in the operating room.

Seeing this, the Tinkerer raised the baseball bat and said, "Rest assured, I have also sterilized this one."

This isn't about the disinfection issue...

"You few." The Tinkerer named the men present and said, "Help move this guy onto the operating table."

"And you." This time he named the female nurses, saying, "Put on the restraints, remember to tie them tight. Tie them as tight as possible so he doesn't wake up in pain during the surgery."

Seeing everyone standing dumbly without moving, the Tinkerer had to clap to remind everyone, saying, "Everyone, move! We don't have much time. If he wakes up, he will have to take another hit."

"I know you all want to hit him very much. But this kind of thing should show our professional level; there is no time to drag our feet here."

The doctors who entered later looked at the Tinkerer hesitantly and asked, "Shouldn't you use a needle to paralyze him, make him unable to move, and then perform the surgery?"

Gang leader Andrew Saxon was arrested by the police right after his surgery was sutured. At that time, the golden needles inserted in him had not been removed, and his whole body was in a paralyzed state.

To solve the problem with his body, the doctors in Los Angeles were asked around. Finally, an old Chinese doctor from Chinatown stepped in and pulled out the golden needles.

The doctors of the medical center followed into the operating room also wanting to watch this technique up close. Who knew the Tinkerer would just knock someone out with a single baseball bat.

Regarding this, the Tinkerer had not the slightest guilt. He said, "As long as the surgery can be done, what do you care about the method? Or is this your territory, so you want to take over? I have no objection."

A group of doctors hurriedly shook their heads together. What a joke, after that baseball bat strike, who dares to take over? They would even prefer this surgery not to be performed at Cedar Sinai; go wherever it can be done.

Everyone was trembling, just wanting to avoid being sued for flaws in their treatment procedures. Protecting themselves and also protecting the reputation of the medical center.

All of this was smashed by one bat strike.

(End of this chapter)