How different are we from our ancestors?

How big is the difference between those moments of arrogance, barbarity, stupidity, ignorance, and helplessness...

It was already dark, and in this operating room of the spiritual psychology building of the Dongzhou Medical Department base, a lobular white matter resection is underway.

The surgeon Liu Chuanhong, as well as the anesthesiologists around the operating table, Yisuke, Nisuke and others, heard a messy sound outside, but they were all concentrating and holding their breath. Professor Lu Qiqing was in a state of general anesthesia and lethargy, and the operation was in the cutting stage on one side.

"Prepare to cut it off." Liu Chuanhong said that the old seal stones in the operating room had been laid long ago, and the old seal personnel team was ready to deal with abnormal situations that could occur at any time.

Sun Yuheng was a helper for this operation. He, Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang, Cai Zixuan and others came to Dongzhou Tianji Bureau at the same time. He was promoted to Yishu in such a short time. Normally, he was a rare talent, but his light was covered by several classmates, and he almost couldn't enter the Spell Department because his talent was too talented to enter the Spell Department.

Liu Chuanhong was holding the cutter and steadily penetrated into the drill hole in Professor Lu's left skull, and wanted to cut off the predetermined nerve fibers inside.

The noise of chaos came from outside became even louder. Suddenly, the whole building shook violently, and even the shadowless light on the operating table shook.

It seemed that just now, a huge earthquake occurred.

And the chaos became more and more intense, with bang, bang, bang, bang, and dense gunfire sounds.

Everyone beside the operating table swung their bodies because of the vibration. Liu Chuanhong's right hand was barely stopped. The cutter in his hand almost deviated from the predetermined cut position and stabbed other parts of the brain. In that case, it would inevitably cause unpredictable consequences and even make the patient unable to wake up again.

Cold sweat fell from the forehead of the surgeon to the mask. The circuit nurse next to him hurriedly went up to wipe it, and the surgeon took a deep breath.

Everyone didn't say anything, their heart rate accelerated, and they couldn't help but shook their minds.

"Continue the operation and prepare to cut it off." Liu Chuanhong calmed down his morale. No matter what was happening outside, they had to focus on the operating table in front of them.

Everyone no longer paid attention to the rapid and intense gunfire outside and the continued slight shock of the building. Liu Chuanhong aimed the cutter at the predetermined nerve fibers and pulled the pull strip of the cutter handle. It seemed to have a click, and the wire ring of the cutter popped out and rotated to complete the cutter.

This is the first nerve fiber cleavage of Professor Lu’s forebrain lobe, and it is also the first experimental treatment of patients with petrochemical diseases.

The operating room was silent for a moment, nothing happened, no mental shock waves, and no illusions.

Even the screens of various instruments monitoring Professor Lu's vital signs, brain waves, etc. did not change any changes, and they were still relatively stable.

A group of medical staff and old print personnel are not sure what this is, but this usually means...ineffective.

A hint of disappointment actually spread in their hearts. For example, during nightmares, a major manifestation of the effectiveness of lobular leukotomy is that when the patient's nerve fibers are cut off, the patient will release a mental impact, so that when the cutting step is reached at the beginning, Gu Jun can only stay in the operating room alone.

But now there is no response, which may mean that the connection between petrified patients and abnormal forces is not in the brain lobe, and it cannot be cut off from the damage here.

But at this moment, no one can be sure whether it is or not, and Professor Lu cannot express his symptoms.

So no matter what, the operation can only be performed. This operation is like a train without pause. Once it leaves the platform, it can only drive to its end.

"The patient had no abnormal reactions and no abnormalities." Liu Chuanhong made a report and operated the cutter to go deep into the next predetermined position, "The operation continues."

At the same time, the gunfire outside did not decrease. They suddenly heard a bang of explosion, and their hearts were still squeezing, and they could hear that it was an explosion of shells. The communication speaker on the wall of the operating room quickly heard the words: "Please be safe in the operating room. An abnormal force attack occurred outside, and the situation is still under control."

Obviously, the command center also knew that these deafening gunfire sounds would not affect their mental state.

"It's the statue of Dr. Gu." Liu Chuanhong said to others, focusing on his and others' spirits. "The enemy wants to destroy Dr. Gu's statue. We are ours, and Professor Lu is still waiting for us to complete this operation. Dr. Gu's heroic spirit will bless us with the successful operation and the operation will continue!"

Everyone nodded and agreed, and Sun Yuheng also calmed down and continued his work.

Gu Jun is the kind of person who makes him feel inferior. When he first heard about Gu Jun's death, he was shocked, regretful, and sad.

Now, Sun Yuheng is a little dissatisfied with why he can't enter the magic department, but the more he does this, the more he has to fight. At that time, Gu Jun faced the mental impact of nightmare patients alone, it would not be easier than now. He can't let Dongda be so powerful that he can't afford to lose his reputation.

Sun Yuheng faintly resolved his nervousness and devoted himself to the operation.

The explosion of shells rang out again and again outside the building, and the vague messy voices did not stop, but became faster and more chaotic.

Just so suddenly, they heard the first scream, but the tragic scream came to an abrupt end, and then there were more shouts and gunfire...

Someone died. The tragic scream was the last echo before the victim died.

The defense line with Gu Jun's statue as the center point is undoubtedly under extremely severe impact.

Liu Chuanhong once again pulled the pull strip of the cutter handle to cut off the second nerve fiber position, and soon the third position was cut.

The cleavage of this side of the brain lobe was completed, and they did not breathe a sigh of relief and began to do skull and suture.

The night outside was darker, and all kinds of chaotic sounds never stopped. The second scream appeared, followed by the third...

There was a wave of sounds mixed by how many people screamed, angrily shouted, and crazy screams.

It seemed that a line of defense was lost, and those who were undergoing surgery didn't even know what the enemy their colleagues were facing outside were like, but there was a faint whistling of floods and some strange sounds that could not be described.

There is a world outside the operating room, and there is another world inside the operating room.

Stick to the operating table, just like those soldiers who stand on the defense line.

Everyone processed the left skull, went to the right side, turned Professor Lu into a position, and started cutting the scalp.

Soon, the sizzling sound of the high-speed rotation of the craniotomy drill sounded again. Liu Chuanhong took the electric drill to drill holes on Professor Lu's right skull, and the bone slag splashed slightly.

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Chapter completed!