The operation had been going on for nearly four hours. Su Yuan's body was suffering from multiple organ failure. The doctor in charge of Liboron had already injected him with low-light medicine four times.
The shimmering medicine, which was more effective than adrenaline for ordinary people, entered Su Yuan's body and made no sound like a mud cow sinking into the sea.
With huge financial support, Su Yuan's kidneys and liver have all been replaced with mechanical prostheses, but his blood pressure is still slowly dropping.
"Heart rate is 140, high pressure is 80, and low pressure is 50." The assistant wiped the sweat from the surgeon's head with a towel and looked at the life monitor and said.
"Add 500 mL of emergency plasma, 1 mg of epinephrine, and 10 mL of high-concentration shimmer. Don't worry about side effects." Dr. August, who was beside the surgeon, ordered calmly.
Su Yuan's life was hanging by a thread. During the nearly four-hour operation, Su Yuan suffered heart failure several times, but he managed to survive.
Stubbornly unwilling to bow to death.
"The heart rate is 148, the high pressure is 87, and the low pressure is 59. Almost all the blood in his body has been replaced by emergency plasma. If the injection continues, the organ failure may be more serious." After the assistant intramuscularly injected 1 mg of adrenal hormone, he injected low light intravenously and looked at The vital signs meter said to Dr. August.
"Immediately remove the musculoskeletal parts that are not likely to recover, and start 3D printing directly if the heart rate is below 155 and the high voltage is above 95." Dr. Bogust calmly ordered.
The chief surgeon frowned and nodded to confirm with his assistant. Su Yuan... Purple scar-like lesions appeared in many parts of Su Yuan's limbs, and the muscle tissue changed from normal red to lavender. The instrument showed that the purple muscles contained ydium radioactive sources... which was most likely the culprit of Su Yuan's lesions.
As of now, there is no chance for entanglement. The laser cutting machine starts working and begins to remove the malignant muscles and bones according to the location of the lesion marked on the illumination machine.
The laser flashes, but there is no blood splash. On Su Yuan's withered body, strange muscles and bones were peeling off.
The once tall man was almost transformed into a human pig as the laser flashed.
"Heart rate 170, high pressure 75, low pressure 31." The assistant whispered. Su Yuan had more than a dozen tubes, large and small, inserted into his body, and his breathing suddenly became rapid under the oxygen mask.
"Increase the dose of low light." August stared at the vital signs meter.
"Doctor! The cause of the patient's disease is the irradiation drug. Continuing the injection is tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst! The more injections, the patient may be able to survive for a while... but it will have a negative impact after all!"
"Hit!" Before the assistant could respond, the surgeon in charge had already added a measured amount of low-light medicine to the injection tip of the tube embedded in Su Yuan's arm.
"Heart rate 167, high pressure 76, low pressure 39."
"Right now, turn on the printer." The laser cutting machine removed the last piece of the lesion and replaced it. The assistant removed the tourniquet, and the surgeon ordered calmly.
The treated wounds have clearly visible blood vessels and muscle faults. Suddenly the pressure of the tourniquet was lost, and emergency plasma mixed with blood began to flow gurglingly.
As the assistant pressed the start button of the 3D printer, two robotic arms stretched out from both sides of the operating table. The 3D printer, which had already preset the mode, projected a blue light and shadow along the cross section of the severed limb.
The blue light and shadow form the shape of the missing limbs. If you look closely, you can clearly find the skeletal muscles and blood vessels projected in the blue light and shadow.
Immediately afterwards, a relatively thick tube protruded from each of the two robotic arms. It was close to the wound and began to print bones according to the shape of blue light and shadow.
The granular objects sprayed out of the tube aggregated, and a grid-like prototype of a leg bone was quickly sketched.
Then a welding gun-style needle protruded from the robotic arm and began to inject milky white liquid into the small cavities formed by the grid.
In less than two minutes, the prototypes of the leg and arm bones were completed. The red light swept out of the mechanical arm shines on the liquid that has not completely solidified to accelerate solidification, making the new bones harder.
Thirty seconds later, the robotic arm began to rapidly reshape the connective tissue on the completely formed bone, and occasionally added some chitin to strengthen the interface between the new bone and the original bone.
Tendon, periosteum, skeletal muscle, blood vessels, skin. With the help of the 3D printer, it was reshaped very quickly, taking about five or six minutes.
Su Yuan's limbs returned to his body again. If the color of his skin hadn't been different from before, it would have been hard to imagine that these were artificial limbs.
Su Lei, who was outside the operating room, felt her heart twisting as she looked at the medical staff next to her.
"Can the body printed in this way restore its previous functions?"
"Basically capable."
"Basic?"
"It's like emergency plasma. It has the same composition as blood, but in order to avoid rejection, it has no specificity. Similarly, limbs and internal organs will also lose their specificity, and it will take a long time for the body to metabolize to restore their original composition. , If the medicine is used properly and you are lucky enough, and there is no rejection reaction after the nerve is implanted, it may be as flexible as before."
"..." Su Lei said nothing. Su Yuanyan is already a candle in the wind, so what if he can regain his function?
Suddenly, the vital signs detector made a harsh beep sound. Su Yuan's blood pressure and heart rate dropped visibly.
Dr. August stared intently at the instrument.
"Continue to inject the shimmering potion..." The surgeon in charge slowly shook his head.
"No chance, doctor. The heart muscle has failed. We don't have enough time to replace it with an artificial heart, and we don't have enough time to install a pacemaker."
"Hit!" Ten milliliters. Twenty milliliters. Thirty milliliters. In just four hours of rescue, Su Yuan's heart stopped and restarted six times.
Dr. August has been practicing medicine for nearly forty years and has never seen anyone with such a strong will to live. Unfortunately...for the seventh time, Su Yuan's heart gradually stopped pulsing.
Amidst the beeping alarm sounds, the electrocardiogram finally became a straight line.
"Prepare for defibrillation!" The surgeon in charge was expressionless as he made his last effort. The defibrillator was quickly placed on Su Yuan.
"First time!" The electrocardiograph showed no improvement.
"The second time!" The electrocardiograph was still a straight line with no fluctuations.
"Check physical signs!"
"Loss of radial pulse!"
"Femoral pulse disappears!"
"Breathing stopped!"
"My pupils are dilated to fixed, and there is no light response!"
"The brain waves disappeared!" One piece of bad news came one after another. The chief surgeon silently put down the scalpel and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"The patient died at 1:07 in the morning." There was silence in the operating room. Su Lei looked at her silent father on the hospital bed blankly.
It shouldn't be like this... My father still has a lot of unfinished ambitions, why would he leave like this? He couldn't die yet... As if he heard the girl's prayer, suddenly, there was a small ups and downs on the electrocardiograph.
A small beep sounded like a shot in the arm for everyone present. In Su Yuan's chest that had not yet been sutured, the heart that had just been as deflated as a persimmon pulsed.
Then, bang, bang, bang. The heart beat weakly but firmly. Everyone present was shocked and at a loss.
Medical death and resurrection are absolute miracles in anyone's eyes. biqμgètν.net Su Yuan's fingers trembled on the operating table.
The corners of his mouth moved slightly. Only Dr. August, who was closest to him, lip-read, and he said thank you.
...A purple aerogel-like force field enveloped the entire Yanjing Libolong Weiyi Institute of Human Body Branch.
Everything in the aerogel is frozen in the moment when the position unfolds. The door to the institute was pushed open, and a man in home clothes walked in.
He looks ordinary, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. The man moved through the force field without any hindrance.
Everyone in the institute maintains the same appearance as when the force field was deployed, either in a hurry or in a high-spirited manner.
Thousands of people and thousands of faces. Various shapes and colors. Deng Jianxing walked all the way to the door of the operating room, where the red light during surgery was on, and stopped for the first time.
After looking at Su Lei who was so sad that she felt numb, Deng Jianxing smiled and touched her face, pushed open the operating room door and walked in.
The Martial God's hand gently touched Su Yuan's shoulder. Thus, the dead came to life.
"You can't die yet, I'll lend you three months." Without waiting for a response from the operating table, the God of War floated away in the force field.
The purple light dissipated and no one came. The heart on the operating table started beating again. ...Deng Jianxing.
A name that even the God of Death would avoid. above.
