Bai Muchuan did not wait too long, because there were many patients in this hospital, and the lizard man was too busy.
A patient who had just entered the hospital was accompanied by a subordinate. His men were carrying two large boxes. He opened the boxes and dumped all the money on the table. The interview table could not accommodate the money.
Staff: "First aid! Our boss was bitten by an infected substance. His arm has become deformed, and the deformation is still spreading..."
Lizard Man: "The values are still within the range of normal people. If it is not treated, it will turn into an infectious agent within two hours. If you are lucky, it will be like me and become an incompletely infected agent. The body will be deformed but the human mind will be retained." "
"You can make whatever money you want! Our boss must survive." The subordinates were very anxious, "I heard that the doctors here are very skilled. Please help our boss do the surgery first..."
The lizard man checked the patient's wound. It wasn't that he didn't want to make money, but it was really difficult for normal people to fully return to normal after being infected. If there is a way to recover, he himself will not become an incomplete infection.
"I will first inject a tube of cocci liquid to inhibit the spread of the distortion, but he can no longer keep his arm. He must replace it with a robotic arm."
The boss who was lying down was in a daze, his eyes were swollen to the point of blindness: "Can I just replace the prosthetic limb? I don't want a robotic arm..."
His subordinate interrupted him: "Doctor, do the operation immediately!"
Bai Muchuan glanced at his subordinate strangely: This subordinate was very concerned about the boss's life and death, but it seemed that it was only in his own interest that the boss was alive. They are all bosses, and they do not have as much say as their subordinates.
Of course, it's also possible that I'm overthinking it.
Bai Muchuan was also observing while the lizard man was injecting medicine into the patient. He was wearing a mask and a pair of glasses without prescription on the bridge of his nose: "Leave this patient to me, I can cure him."
Lizard Man: "Are you sure?"
Bai Muchuan nodded: "Yes."
"Okay, the operating room is over there. How many assistants do you need?"
"I'm alone, with a few surgical robots."
The men were a little confused, so he asked worriedly: "...What are you...?" Why did he feel that he was a little careless?
Bai Muchuan immediately climbed up the pole and lifted the patient onto the roller bed: "I am a surgeon at Shuangji Hospital. I will perform your boss's surgery."
The subordinate nodded blankly, and then saw the doctor pushing the boss lying on the bed into the operating room...
The operating room is a sterile environment and fully equipped. Bai Muchuan took off the disposable plastic bag on the wall and found a white coat inside.
The boss is now lying on the operating table, completely unconscious. Only then did Bai Muchuan see his face. Although it was a little bloated, it felt familiar.
He traced the memories in his mind: shooting arrows by the window, monitoring eyeballs, infectious agents... In the end, the scene was fixed on him going downstairs to get takeout and glancing towards the door——
Isn't this boss just the delivery boy waiting for customers at the door?
Bai Muchuan recalled the subordinate just now: the soles of his leather shoes were very dirty, but the edges were slightly rubbed, and the dirt on them was a mixture of red soil. Most of District 22 is made of loess, unless... the mud is stained with blood.
This is not surprising, people on the exchange are not easy to mess with. The memories played again: champagne and red wine, goblets, celebrities coming and going, flawless white feathers...it was his socks that allowed Bai Muchuan to identify his subordinate.
When he was observing the crowd in Guangbo Building, there was a person whose socks were exactly the same as those of his subordinates. There were two stripes on the socks and a production number embroidered in light color. Although that person was wearing suit pants, this person was wearing casual pants, but the socks were not. Change. The figures of the two people automatically overlapped in Bai Muchuan's mind, and the two silhouettes merged into one!
The glutton appeared and existed at the same time as the doctor. Bai Muchuan's hand holding the scalpel paused for a moment. After two or three seconds, he gradually got used to it and his movements were no longer hindered.
The patient obviously did not turn into an infectious agent, but the deformation on his arm seemed to be conscious, and he instantly became honest and responsible.
Bai Muchuan held down the deformed sarcoma, and the beating sarcoma remained motionless. Even when Bai Muchuan cut off the sarcoma, he didn't move at all.
Threads appeared in his hand and connected to the sarcoma. Bai Muchuan's palms were down, very close to the sarcoma, as if he was just checking the patient's wounds, but in fact he was trying to avoid surveillance. He didn't know where the surveillance was, but he didn't want anyone to notice the fine threads on his palms.
He cleaned up all the deformed areas on the patient's arm, and also removed the "seeds" from the seemingly undistorted flesh. The reason why it is difficult to treat an infected person is that it is impossible to tell where the abnormality has occurred, and there is no way to remove the abnormal body tissue. The deformed areas must be infected, but some normal areas have only been infected for a short period of time, and it is not yet clear whether they are infected.
A thin thread that was difficult to detect quietly climbed up the patient's leg, and Bai Muchuan instantly understood that there was a deformation in the leg. After the patient's leg had been sucked for a few minutes, the filament automatically slipped into the palm of Bai Muchuan's hand.
