Chapter 202: Surgical Preparation

A female nurse wearing a mask, who looked quite pretty in the eyes, said: "All kinds of surgical tools are available, all have been sterilized and disinfected, and are placed in the sterile tool box."

"Then, are there needles?"

"Needles? What needles? Surgical sewing needles? All sizes are available, and there are more than three sets of each."

"Not that needle." The tinkerer, who still wanted to explain, thought about it and gave up directly, saying: "Forget it, I'll take my own." He walked back to his handbag and took out a rolled-up cloth bag from inside.

Glancing at the fat old white man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive but was still smiling triumphantly, the tinkerer asked: "Do you want to have the surgery today, or find another good day? Maybe Thanksgiving? Christmas?"

The fat old white man, who was asked, was stunned and asked suspiciously: "Not study it first?"

"If you agree to let me study for ten years and have confidence before coming."

"Can I hold on for that long?"

"That's why I set such a time." The tinkerer had an indifferent attitude.

The tinkerer just had to follow the results diagnosed by others. He didn't want to spend brain cells at all to find other problems with this fat man; anyway, the other party wouldn't listen to his advice.

The fat old white man, who was usually decisive in killing and could decide life and death with one word, was also a bit unsure at this time.

He hadn't encountered such a bold person, unless the other party's power was greater than his own and their level was higher than his. Otherwise, those little minions, which one wasn't trembling in front of him.

He knew the other party's identity, a server at the Continental. That was just a server, with no other special status.

As long as it wasn't someone from the High Table, the affairs of those servers underneath were easily classified as private grievances. As long as he didn't stupidly send people into the hotel to kill and violate the taboo, the Continental wouldn't avenge these people.

So he was thinking about what reliance was behind the other party's attitude?

However, the fat old white man couldn't think of any results just by thinking.

And due to the lack of medical knowledge, he didn't dare to go to a proper hospital to ask a doctor to confirm whether the person in front of him's statement was feasible. So his remaining options were just to believe or not believe this black doctor he had "invited."

It was just that judging from the other party's uncooperative attitude, this person wasn't actually trustworthy. So should he bury him and find someone else?

Maybe kidnapping those famous doctors from medical centers and letting them perform surgery on himself would be safer. But how much longer could he hold on? The fat old white man was struggling.

The tinkerer hadn't learned how to read minds, so he had no way of knowing what the fat man in front of him was thinking. But judging from the micro-expressions on his face, he could still see his inner struggle.

In the end, the fat old white man chose to compromise. Didn't he have his subordinates invite this black doctor because the other party's medical skills were high enough?

This was the experience of one of his subordinates whose palm had been cut off, whose palm had been completely reattached by this person and had recovered as before, proving that his medical skills shouldn't be worse than those famous doctors in medical centers.

Moving people from medical centers had certain risks, and there was no guarantee that the other party would obediently cooperate. And people like this who were mixed in the underground world would be more likely to accept their situation and choose a result that everyone could accept.

After figuring out the pros and cons, the fat old white man stood up with the help of the two girls beside him and said: "If you are confident, perform the surgery today. I have waited long enough."

The tinkerer showed an ambiguous smile, not kind at all.

But the fat old white man had seen all kinds of people, and he had seen more of the world. He still had confidence that everything was under control.

The two came to the inflatable mobile operating room, and several nursing staff immediately stepped forward to change the clothes for the chief surgeon and the patient.

They might have had doctor or nurse licenses, but were later revoked; or for other reasons, they couldn't return to the normal medical system to work. That was why they appeared here, for that generous hush money and remuneration.

Although the chief surgeon had only glanced at the medical records and decided to operate that day, such behavior was not very reliable. But everyone didn't have nothing else to do; wouldn't it be better to finish early and go home early? So no one said anything more.

In any case, they all had clinical medical experience and knew what to do when. As long as they didn't drop the chain, success or failure belonged to the chief surgeon.

After everyone changed their clothes, they walked through the disinfection channel and entered the mobile sterile inflatable operating room. The fat old white man took the initiative to lie on the operating table, preparing for anesthesia.

The anesthesiologist was just about to start explaining the process, saying: "To perform general anesthesia, it will take fifteen to twenty minutes. The process requires intubation, which may be a bit painful, please note, sir."

Since it wasn't a formal surgery, there was no need to sign any consent form. The anesthesiologist walked over with a syringe, preparing to start the anesthesia work.

However, the tinkerer stopped him and said: "Half-body anesthesia is enough."

"But this kind of major surgery..."

"If I'm the chief surgeon, listen to me. If you are so capable, then you do it yourself, I'll quit." The tinkerer said domineeringly.

Such an attitude made others at a loss. Instead, the fearless ignorant one, the fat old white man lying on the operating table, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this doctor's statement. He nodded to signal others to cooperate.

Being so straightforward actually had a bit of a "broken jar, broken smash" mentality. Since he chose to believe him, he could only believe to the end.

So with the help of a group of people, the fat old white man lay on his side. He hugged his legs, presenting a curled shape like a shrimp. Just to make the spinal cord more prominent, to facilitate injection.

But it wasn't that easy to accurately find the injection position for the body wrapped under the fat mass. Especially since this anesthesiologist himself wasn't a leader in the industry, but someone who had messed up and been expelled from the medical system.

The tinkerer, who couldn't watch anymore, snatched the syringe from the other party's hand and performed spinal anesthesia. Then he roughly threw the syringe into the used collection tray.

Spinal anesthesia required one to two minutes to take effect. But just like this, it couldn't guarantee the smooth progress of the surgery. The tinkerer couldn't use super speed to perform surgery unscrupulously under the eyes of everyone.

So he had to ensure that the surgical object wouldn't move around in the process, and also had to keep him conscious...

For this reason, the tinkerer unfolded the cloth bag he brought in, which contained a row of gold needles used for acupuncture.

The tinkerer, who came from a wild background, hadn't undergone formal Chinese or Western medical training. So his approach was always to use whatever was useful, and wouldn't strictly follow any method or process.

Just looking at how he used an electric soldering iron to help people stop bleeding, one knew how wild his path was.

Acupuncture and acupoints were naturally also within the tinkerer's research scope. Especially combined with Western medicine's knowledge of the nervous and circulatory systems, he also figured out some different ways.

At least under the greeting of a few long needles, the fat old white man could no longer feel the parts below his neck. This made him, who was conscious, feel a burst of panic involuntarily.