Chapter 64 Surgery Commences

Based on Chen Mu's past experience, the first thing that could be deduced was this:

The chief physician was likely on Chen Mu's side and would be a vital help in succeeding with the task.

As the rules stated, the chief physician was very honest and would not deceive Chen Mu. Moreover, he was experienced and capable of providing the correct treatment methods.

Did this mean that as long as one followed the chief physician's instructions, the patient could be successfully cured?

Chen Mu buried this guess deep in his heart for the moment.

Judging from the rules, the most dangerous one should be rule number 6:

[Some patients have eccentric personalities and are very difficult to get along with. You need to exercise more patience and skill to avoid receiving a bad review from them.]

In other words, he might encounter difficult patients.

Such patients would pose tricky problems and make things difficult for Chen Mu.

Once a patient gave a bad review, it would count as one failure for Chen Mu.

He could only afford a maximum of two failures!

Exceeding two would mean mission failure.

This was the information Chen Mu had temporarily deduced from the rules.

As for further information, and what the path to survival was, Chen Mu had no way of knowing yet.

After all, Chen Mu was not an omniscient god; he arrived at answers step by step through logical reasoning.

The clues were incomplete at present, and logical reasoning could only go this far.

Next came waiting for the patient to appear.

Just as the rules described, the number of patients in the Terror Hospital was pitifully small.

After Chen Mu's arrival, the kindly chief physician had him sit down and rest, comforting him with the words:

"There are relatively few patients at night, so waiting a while is quite normal."

Unexpectedly, this wait lasted a full half-hour!

Finally, just as Chen Mu was starting to feel sore from sitting, the door to the duty operating room was pushed open.

Entering was a humanoid anomaly.

"Doctor, my arm is broken! Quick, help me sew up the wound!"

As soon as this anomaly entered, it grimaced in pain and shouted loudly.

Chen Mu glanced at the anomalous patient. True to its words, one of its arms was severed, exposing a blood-red stump.

Within the crimson cut, chunks of shattered flesh and blood vessels were scattered, looking exceptionally terrifying.

Chen Mu immediately pulled himself together. He had seen plenty of such scenes, but this was his first time stitching up a wound for an anomaly.

The chief physician approached the patient and said:

"Chen Mu, quickly help the patient onto the operating table and get ready to perform the surgery!"

Hearing the chief physician's words, Chen Mu stepped forward and tried to support the patient.

He wasn't worried about the patient attacking him because he was still protected by the Heavy Armor of Death.

Although his rule-violating ability had entered a cooldown period, the protective capability of the Heavy Armor of Death remained formidable.

Ordinary anomalies were completely incapable of harming Chen Mu!

This patient didn't give Chen Mu any trouble; it cooperated docilely, climbed onto the operating table, and lay down.

"You've done well. Next, bring the disinfectant over and sterilize the patient's wound."

The chief physician pointed at a bottle and instructed Chen Mu.

Just as the chief physician had said when they first met, he was too old to perform surgeries personally, so he was only responsible for guiding Chen Mu through the procedure.

Following the direction the chief physician pointed, Chen Mu walked over to the side of the operating table and found the small bottle on the surgical cart.

There was no label on the bottle, which contained a transparent liquid.

Treating wounds with disinfectant was something Chen Mu was seeing for the first time. In his impression, shouldn't they use things like alcohol?

Perhaps anomalies were simply different from humans.

Chen Mu picked up the bottle and asked the chief physician, "Is it this one?"

"Yes, hurry up and clean the patient's wound," the chief physician urged.

According to the rules, the chief physician would not deceive him.

Chen Mu temporarily trusted his words, picked up the disinfectant meant for anomalies, and began the sterilization process.

As Chen Mu began sanitizing, everyone in the operating room stepped into their respective roles.

The chief physician observed the condition, offering guidance to Chen Mu from the side from time to time.

Chen Mu kept his head down, performing the surgery under the shadowless lamp.

The nurse stood nearby, assisting intermittently by handing over items.

The patient lay on the operating table, calmly accepting the procedure.

Every person and entity slipped seamlessly into their roles, making it look truly like a legitimate surgery.

"Don't pour it directly onto the wound; use a cotton swab soaked in it to disinfect."

"Apply a lighter touch with the cotton swab, not too heavy."

"Disinfecting once is not enough; it must be done at least three times."

The chief physician instructed earnestly from the side, patiently correcting Chen Mu's mistakes.

Finally, after spending ten minutes, Chen Mu completed the wound sterilization.

"Very good. Next, cut away the shattered flesh so we can proceed with the suturing."

The chief physician guided him step by step, and under his instruction, the operation proceeded in an orderly fashion.

Chen Mu had to admit that the chief physician actually knew his stuff.

Several times during the surgery, if the chief physician hadn't issued warnings, Chen Mu would have almost made mistakes.

Moreover, Chen Mu could spot no flaws in the chief physician's guidance—at least none that intentionally led Chen Mu into a trap.

"It's going too smoothly, which actually makes me feel a bit uneasy."

Chen Mu muttered inwardly.

Very soon, the shattered flesh was also trimmed away.

Trimming the shattered flesh of an anomaly felt very strange, occasionally emitting a foul stench.

The fragmented meat was ice-cold and felt like rubber, clearly distinct from human tissue.

"Doctor Chen Mu, you've done wonderfully. You are the smartest young doctor I have ever seen."

The chief physician offered a compliment:

"Splendid. Next, you need to sew up the patient's wound.

Nurse, bring the suture thread and hand it to Doctor Chen Mu."

Under the chief physician's arrangement, the nurse quickly fetched some suture thread and handed it to Chen Mu.

It was Chen Mu's first time operating on an anomaly. The operating room was filled with the scents of blood and disinfectant, surrounded by stark white lights.

Fortunately, the steps for suturing a wound were not overly difficult.

The chief physician demonstrated once how to tie off blood vessels with thread.

Whether it was because this anomalous patient was specifically designed for the task or not, its blood vessels were exceptionally thick and large, making them not difficult to stitch together even without professional training.

Chen Mu quickly mastered the technique of suturing.

Half an hour later...

Chen Mu stitched up the final section of the wound, and the patient's severed stump was finally finished being treated.

The surgery was over.

Throughout the entire process, there had been no abnormal situations whatsoever.

Everything went smoothly.

Yet Chen Mu furrowed his brow, feeling not a shred of the joy of a successful operation.

Because he caught a subtle whiff of something amiss.