Chapter 250: Successful Surgery

The appendectomy, as the Tinkerer said, poses no difficulty whatsoever in the modern era.

The Tinkerer completed the procedure meticulously according to the standard protocol and sutured it rapidly, before Thomas Bonning woke up.

His movements were not particularly fast, yet they were fluid and smooth. Every transition lacked the slightest hesitation; everything was so clean and decisive.

It was as if he had opened not a living human body, but merely an inanimate model.

In any case, the appendectomy was a success. The physicians present could all attest to it. Even if they had performed the operation themselves, they could not have done better.

So the Tinkerer made his escape before Thomas Bonning woke up.

Returned to his private ward and assisted by two burly male nurses, the Young Master of the Bonning family lay back on his original Simmons luxury bed and then slowly woke up.

"What... happened to me? Oh, it hurts." As he spoke, Thomas Bonning reached to press his wound.

Someone nearby quickly restrained the patient, saying, "Mr., please do not move about. You have just undergone surgery; what you need now is rest."

"Completed what? When did I have surgery? Wait, I did go into the operating room. What exactly happened in there?"

With a string of questions like that, no one who knew the truth dared to answer Thomas Bonning.

Only after seeing his child awake did Suxi Bonning, the city councilor, finally relax and ask for details of the surgery. Her first question was, "Where is Dr. Tinkerer?"

The physicians at the Medical Center replied helplessly, "After the surgery was completed, he left immediately."

Using his words before leaving: If the post-operative care for an appendectomy requires instructions from an outsider like him, the Medical Center might as well close its doors right away.

Harsh, but true.

Suxi Bonning asked again, "So, was my child's surgery successful?"

The authority in thoracic and abdominal surgery spoke up before anyone else could, saying, "Please rest assured. The surgery was highly successful. We have never witnessed such exquisite skill: fast and decisive."

"Moreover, during the surgery, we observed that the appendix had perforated, with pus flowing into the abdominal cavity. But it has all been thoroughly cleaned out and the incision sutured shut."

"From now on, your Young Master only needs to rest peacefully. Once fully recovered, he can be discharged. Ah, that person's surgical technique was truly superb. I wonder how such skill was cultivated. I even wish to seek his instruction."

This authority's words were pure flattery, leaving everyone else stunned.

But those who were also physicians reacted fastest, immediately understanding this was not sincere admiration, nor some tactic of flattery to destroy. It was simply to tell others that this surgery had nothing to do with them. The surgeon was too skilled; there was no room for them to intervene.

At this point, they also spoke up, saying, "Yes, seeing that person's skill, I could only stand aside and watch in awe." "Exactly, that is how it was."...

Who would want any association with this surgery? If possible, they would all like to claim that operating room did not belong to the Cedar Sinai Medical Center.

"But why does my abdomen still hurt so much?" Thomas Bonning, lying on the hospital bed, asked.

"Mr., the pain you feel now is different from the pain before, isn't it? It is not inside the abdomen; it is mainly on the skin of the belly." A physician spoke up to ask.

"Yes, that is correct."

"Rest assured, this is the feeling after the diseased area has been successfully removed. Once the surgical wound heals, you will be able to move about as usual."

Hesitant and uncertain, Thomas Bonning said again, "But I am still in a lot of pain."

The attending physician said, "Here is what we will do. Previously, we dared not use painkillers because the drug properties might affect certain medical procedures. Without knowing what method the operating surgeon used, we dared not act on our own authority."

"But now that the surgery is complete, using painkillers is fine. I will immediately write a prescription for pain relief and have the nurse come over to handle it, to ease your pain as soon as possible."

Thomas Bonning said, "Isn't that scar-faced guy skilled in some special anesthesia method? He made me feel nothing during the surgery. Let him do it again; I can't quite hold back."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Thomas Bonning felt something was off. Holding his head, he tried hard to recall, "Huh, right. How did he anesthetize me? I have no impression of it at all."

At this moment, a young physician behind the crowd whispered, "Do it again? Should we go to a sporting goods store to buy a baseball bat?"

Those nearby who heard this either shot urgent glances or quietly moved away, distancing themselves from that suicidal fool.

Daring to use a baseball bat to perform physical anesthesia on a patient, complete with a great memory-erasing technique—do you think you won't be sued into bankruptcy by tomorrow? Except for that unlicensed illegal doctor, who would dare do such a thing?

This was not just joking with one's professional future; it was joking with one's very future. With an ordinary patient, spending a few years in prison would be no problem. With the person before them now, one might even lose their life.

Until now, all the physicians who had taken time off to come and witness special medical techniques deeply regretted it. They regretted ever seeing that thing.

How much better it would be if they had never come and knew nothing at all.

It would be best if the person before them never remembered being knocked unconscious. Otherwise, once he remembered, it might just stir up another storm of blood and violence.

So, seeing the mother who kept asking where her child hurt, the highest-ranking person present, and the one most easily implicated, the authority in thoracic and abdominal surgery had to step forward and say:

"Councilor Bonning, please do not worry. Your Young Master's current symptoms are entirely post-operative. With our professional team caring for him, he will surely recover his health in the shortest possible time."

"Although that person's method was not quite orthodox, the most important thing is that your Young Master's health is secure. Isn't it? And now, we should let the patient rest properly and have the nurses take care of him."

"Alright, Doctor, thank you."

Facing this gratitude, even the most seasoned doctor dared not accept it. This authority said, "No, Councilor, you are thanking the wrong person. This was entirely that person's achievement; I did nothing and could do nothing."

'Ah, it has nothing to do with me! You found that person yourself!' the old doctor shouted in his heart.

"Wait! The baseball bat! Did that scar-faced guy hit me with a baseball bat?" Thomas Bonning, sitting up, shouted.

The old doctor was indeed an old doctor; in an instant, his expression lost control. With fear on his face, he immediately thought of a way out, saying, "Did such a thing happen? Could it be that you, Mr., are mistaken?"

"However, when we entered the operating room, you were already in a deep sleep state prepared for surgery. As for the situation before that, I must ask others. If you have doubts, I will go and confirm it for you."

"Re... really? Was I mistaken?" Thomas Bonning patted his head, speaking without confidence.

(End of this chapter)