My own war game

Chapter 41 Master Skills

“【Surgery Scalpel Control V3】: Players will have master-level surgical talent, roughly equivalent to the top 50 surgeons in the world;”

"Passive effect: [Light Cold Weapon Affinity], the player will automatically master small cold weapon equipment under 38 cm in length. This passive effect does not stack with other combat skills."

The sound of the system came to his ears, and a wonderful feeling came over He Chi's hands.

The scalpel in He Chi's palm seemed to have life. It rotated continuously and made two knife flowers. The sharp blade moved around on his fingertips but could not hurt He Chi's skin at all.

To put it in emotional terms, He Chi felt that he could understand the scalpel's confession and he could feel the sound of the blade.

The sharp tip of the knife pressed down and then opened the skin on the victim's chest.

The room became extremely quiet. Neither He Chi nor his assistant made any sound. Only the small scalpel kept moving.

Outside, Pierce and his personal doctor watched the situation in the house through the monitor.

As the scalpel continued to cut through the flesh and peel off pieces of shrapnel from the wound, the private doctor's eyes widened and his mouth began to open wider and wider.

asked Pierce who was standing nearby, not understanding.

"Jesus... Incredible!" The personal doctor in his forties sighed from his throat as he looked at the screen.

"What do you mean? Tell me clearly! Don't look so stupid." Pierce emphasized.

"Sorry, I lost my mind. His skills are very good, simply amazing. My mentor can't reach this level. I just can't understand it..."

"What's so incomprehensible?" Pierce was not satisfied.
"Sir, you may not know that an excellent surgeon needs to perform thousands of operations to become truly successful, and he is so young... That's why I said this is incredible." The private doctor lowered his head and explained softly.

"Maybe he is just very talented? After all, he is the disciple chosen by the old man."

"But geniuses also need practice. At his age, it is impossible for him to have been in contact with a scalpel for more than three years. It is totally illogical for him to reach this level. It's like... it's like..." The private doctor became hesitant.

"Like what?"

"It was like God was performing the surgery through his hands." The private doctor came up with his own explanation.

"The hand of God?" Pierce muttered and continued, "Then the operation will definitely be successful?"

"The key is to see how we deal with the following. We will soon have to deal with the fragments hidden in the muscles. Taking them all out will be the most difficult part."

Operating room
With a click, one-third of the shrapnel the size of a fingernail was placed into the tray. This was the last piece of shrapnel on the outer layer, and the rest were all hidden near the injured person's muscle tissue.

"Doctor, do you want to start X-ray assistance?" The assistant beside him carefully asked He Chi.

He Chi took a deep breath and raised the knife in his hand. "No, prepare for the next step immediately."

Then he silently said in his mind, "System, generate a 3D perspective image, with the scope only for this person in front of you, and the time limit is two hours."

This was his original plan. With the help of perspective, any debris would be visible. All that was left was...

"Received. Three silver coins. Would you like to pay?"

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"Three silver coins?! What's going on?" Something unexpected happened. He Chi initially estimated that the price of a 3D image of the human body of this size could not be more than one copper coin.

The system quickly gave an explanation: "The system charges are determined by the difficulty level required by the player. It has no absolute relationship with size. The human body is an extremely complex biological structure. 3 silver coins is a reasonable charge." "Damn! At this time!" He Chi cursed inwardly, but he had to stop what he was doing.

"Doctor, is there something wrong?" the assistant beside him asked weakly. She had already noticed that something was wrong.

You have to make a choice quickly, delaying it will only lead to the worst outcome.

He Chi looked at the countdown in his right eye, calculated the time silently, and then gritted his teeth and confirmed, "Convert it into three silver coins, pay immediately."

Three silver coins appeared and then disappeared immediately. A 3D perspective image of a human body unfolded in front of He Chi's eyes. At the same time, the time in He Chi's right eye dropped rapidly and finally stopped at [16:51:32].

He felt dizzy and his head began to ache slightly.

"Damn! Is it going to break out?" He Chi knew that this was the result of the tumor in his brain beginning to change.

"Warning! Warning! The player is running out of time and his life has reached the critical value! He needs to recharge immediately, and the copy will be passively opened within an hour!" The system's urgent reminder also sounded in his ears.

"What's wrong with him?" Pierce outside the door also noticed something unusual about He Chi.

"It might be dizziness caused by fatigue. New surgeons occasionally encounter this situation. He needs to rest for a short time and drink some glucose." said the private doctor next to him.

"Give him one..." Before Pierce could finish his words, He Chi in the operating room resumed his hand movements.

He Chi endured the discomfort in his head and started the operation again. With the support of 3D vision, the fragments on the victim's chest were clearly visible. No matter how small or difficult the location was, He Chi never needed a second try to remove the fragments.

The private doctor at the door's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he saw.

"How is it possible? To judge the fragments in the muscle with the naked eye without any auxiliary equipment?"

As time passed, He Chi felt more and more dizzy, but he didn't dare to stop because he felt that if he stopped, he would no longer be able to hold the scalpel.

[16:02:33], there were only a dozen minutes left before the copy was opened, and He Chi completed the last step.

When the bloody shrapnel fell into the tray, He Chi's body swayed and was supported by the people around him.

"It's done. The suturing and the rest of the work are up to you." He Chi took off his sterilization suit and pressed his hand on his head.

"Doctor, are you feeling unwell? Let me help you to rest." The assistant came over and asked with concern.

"I'm just a little tired. I need to rest. Don't follow me." He Chi rejected the other party's kindness and staggered out the door alone.

"It's successful. Your own people can handle the rest." He Chi said this to Pierce after he went out, then ignored everyone at the scene and walked towards the exit.

Sandra felt that the Oriental man was too rude and pulled his shoulder with her hand.

brush!
A pencil picked up at random was pressed against the Mexican dancer's jaw, and the sharp tip of the pencil could pierce her chin at any time.

"Get out of here!" He Chi yelled with red eyes.

The Mexican dancer, who was an expert in fighting, did not dare to resist and obediently gave way.

He Chi left there, and a few minions followed him according to the boss's orders. But when he turned an alley and the minions followed him, there was no one there.

It was as if he had never been there.

(End of this chapter)