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Chapter 176 Mechanical Ascension: A Record of Cyber ​​Surgery Modification (Please Subscribe)

beep...

The familiar bugle call rang out on time.

Like a command etched into his very bones, it made Mu Fuguo, who was fast asleep, suddenly sit up.

"Get up! Time to exercise!"

He instinctively tightened his eyelids, trying to open them, before realizing that his eyeballs had been gone for six years.

It's been six years already.

This damn muscle memory.

I still can't adapt to my current life.

Mu Fuguo gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth, his empty eye sockets facing the ceiling, the scars on his face contorting slightly with the movement.

"Are you struggling with yourself again?" His wife, who was also awakened, asked in a sleepy voice.

"No, it's just... I have to report to work today." Mu Fuguo composed himself.

"Yes, I know. Mom and Dad are taking Xiaocan to the hospital for a check-up today, so we'll just drop by and come right back."

His wife's voice came from beside him; she yawned, clearly having not slept well the night before.

The child had a fever and was restless all night; she was the only one taking care of everything.

And he, the nominal father, couldn't even bring himself to hand his child a glass of water or give him a hug.

Mu Fuguo's Adam's apple bobbed, and that familiar sigh reached his lips again, but he swallowed it back down.

"Snapped!"

A soft hand patted his arm, and his wife's voice carried a hint of feigned anger: "Trying to say those three words again? I'll really get angry if you say them again! Hurry up, don't dawdle like a woman."

Mu Fuguo felt a warmth in his heart and said nothing more.

His wife deftly lifted the covers and, just as she had done for the past two thousand days and nights, skillfully picked up the neatly folded clothes and dressed him piece by piece.

Her movements were gentle yet swift, without the slightest hesitation.

"I've got the water for you, the usual place."

"Ah."

Mu Fuguo groped his way out of bed. Relying on his well-known memory, he found the bathroom door on the fifteenth step, opened it skillfully, went to the corner, and found the faucet that had been specially installed for him.

He raised his forearms, which had been blown off by a landmine and were now only half intact. With the healed limbs, he skillfully hooked a towel, soaked it in hot water, and carefully wiped his pockmarked face, which was no longer as handsome as it once was.

His wife leaned against the door, watching him with no pity in her eyes, only an unyielding tenderness.

Mu Fuguo is a person with a strong sense of self-esteem and an extremely stubborn temper.

He doesn't want others to interfere with things he can do himself.

Just like some elderly people.

He hates it when people say he's useless!
Although he often says that about himself.

Over the years, having weathered the initial discomfort of her husband's injury, the couple has developed a tacit understanding.

Mu Fuguo wiped his arms and face, but his past experiences kept replaying in his mind.

Several years ago, Mu Fuguo, who had been involved in demining work in the south for many years, received a task to deal with a former minefield.

One day, while on a mission, they discovered a series of minefields. During the digging, a comrade accidentally triggered a landmine.

Desperate to save his comrade, he instinctively lay down on top of him.

An explosion was heard; a landmine detonated.

Thanks to the protective suit, Mu Fuguo survived, while his comrade sustained only minor injuries.

Unfortunately, he became a cripple.

His hands were blown apart, his face was injured by shrapnel, and his eyes were completely damaged, leaving him blind.

He went from being a normal person to being disabled. Although he was saved, when he was alone at night, he thought that he might as well be dead.

At least you won't live such a painful life.

"Why did you stop? Are you done washing?"

His wife's voice came from behind him.

"Okay, I'm all washed up. Let's go!"

"hand!"

"I'm not installing that lump of metal!"

"That's called an intelligent bionic robotic hand, you have to get it installed! It's a precious thing!" his wife said reproachfully.

Mu Fuguo remained silent.

Baby bump?

Perhaps it was when they were first issued.

When he first managed to make those cold, mechanical hands pick up the towel again through his thoughts, he was as excited as a child.

He thought he could return to a normal life.

But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

The invisible hand made his judgment of distance completely inaccurate.

The bionic robotic hand has no sense of touch, so he doesn't know whether he's gripping it tightly or not touching it at all.

He remembered one time when his wife poured him a cup of hot water. He reached out to take it, but with a "crack," the brand-new ceramic cup shattered in his hand.

The scalding hot water splashed onto his wife's hand, causing a large blister.

From that day on, he kept those hands at a distance.

Limited wearing also leads to a habit of clenching the robotic hand into a fist.

Over time, he felt that they were not mechanical hands, but two burdens, two instruments of torture that constantly reminded him that he was a useless person.

"I'm afraid I'll accidentally hurt you again," Mu Fuguo said in a muffled voice.

"Don't worry, the R&D company called specifically to say they've adjusted the algorithm and the grip strength; the grip force is less than a kilogram, it can't crush an egg!"

His wife walked behind him and took the pair of metallic mechanical hands.

"The power supply for the new robotic arm has also been replaced; it can last for ten hours!"

Mu Fuguo didn't speak, but extended his hand in tacit agreement.

His wife skillfully put a thick, cushioning pad on him to protect his healing arm surgical wound.

Then, with two soft clicks, the cold mechanical arm connected to his body.

He tried to entertain the idea.

"Om..."

After a faint crackling sound, the five metal fingers of his right hand snapped shut, forming a fist.

With another thought, he opened his fist.

I can control it with ease, but the feeling... is like being separated by an insurmountable abyss, commanding another body that has nothing to do with me.

His brain issued the command, and the robotic arm did indeed execute it, but in the process, all the tactile sensations were nothingness.

"Here, try it." His wife pulled him along and handed him a dry towel.

Mu Fuguo concentrated and carefully issued the "grasp" command.

The metal fingers slowly closed, trapping the towel between them.

He succeeded.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't feel anything.

"Haha, you picked it up again! You're getting better and better!" His wife's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.

Mu Fuguo's heart stirred slightly. He tried to lift the towel up, paused in the air for two seconds, and then slowly put it back in place.

"There haven't been any issues with gripping it tightly for no reason, have there?"

"No, there's progress!" His wife patted his shoulder happily. "I heard from those company people that this is only the second step! Once the neural feedback technology is perfected, it will feel just like a real hand! Then... you'll be able to hold Xiao Can in your own arms."

Hug Xiaocan?

These four words struck Mu Fuguo's heart like an electric current, instantly touching the softest spot in his heart.

His unseen eyes seemed to see the child's chubby little face again.

"Click."

The mechanical hand tightened involuntarily.

"Let's get dressed, it's time to go check it out!"

"it is good!"

After getting dressed, his wife got in the car and drove towards her workplace.

That experience many years ago resulted in the country making the most appropriate arrangements.

He will receive disability benefits until the day he dies, ensuring he has no worries about food and clothing.

Later, he was also assigned to study broadcasting. In the unit's broadcasting station, he used his magnetic voice to tell stories from the battlefield, inspiring new recruits who wanted to join the army.

As long as we're alive, we should do something meaningful.

With some work, his days passed by, and he began to feel that he was no longer a complete failure.

However, whenever he heard his wife talk about the rapid breakthroughs in medical technology, his lifeless heart would always stir with a ripple at an inopportune moment.

Perhaps, I still have a chance?
Upon arriving at work and clocking in, his wife was pulled aside by a female colleague she knew well, who said someone wanted to see him.

Mu Fuguo was led to his waiting area and sat down quietly.

This is his private corner, a place where he can hear everything happening in the office area, yet won't be easily disturbed.

This disabled hero is mostly idle on weekdays, and only his regular weekly recording work gives him a sense of living a normal life.

After staying there for an unknown amount of time, a thought suddenly popped into Mu Fuguo's mind.

"If God gave me another chance, would I still lie on top of my comrade to cover him?"

The thought emerged without warning from the dark depths of his mind, like a venomous snake coiling around his heart.

"How could I think that? That's an honor! Even if it happened again, I would still save him! Mu Fuguo, what a coward you are!!"

He clenched his mechanical hand tightly, the cold metal casing emitting a slight "creaking" sound, as if mocking his selfishness and darkness.

Just as he was caught in a violent internal struggle, a series of steady, powerful footsteps approached from afar and stopped in front of him.

The footsteps sounded familiar to him.

"Comrade Mu Fuguo, this is Zhao Liang. I have some good news to tell you!"

A cheerful yet somewhat restrained voice rang out.

Mu Fuguo tilted his ear and, relying on his hearing honed over many years, discerned the location of the approaching person.

He stood up: "Hello, what's the news?"

"Comrade Mu Fuguo, Brigade Commander Bai Yanchang specifically asked me to come find you. The organization has a new task for you."

"Brigade Commander Bai Yanchang?"

"Task?"

These two words were like two electric currents, instantly piercing through Mu Fuguo's body.

He almost instinctively straightened his body: "Please give instructions, sir!"

"Haha, it's hardly an instruction! I'm certainly not a commander." Zhao Liang, taken aback by his serious demeanor, quickly straightened up and returned the salute. "You are a hero in our unit, we have admired you for a long time. Comrade Mu, please sit down, please sit down."

Mu Fuguo's wife walked over quickly; she had already learned what had happened from her colleagues.

In short, her husband is going to undergo a clinical trial, and if successful, he may regain his sight.

She playfully slapped her husband's arm: "Your soul seems to return as soon as you hear about the mission? You're never like this on ordinary days!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mu Fuguo retorted somewhat embarrassedly, but his straight back remained unchanged. "Commander, can you tell me what the mission is?"

Looking at Mu Fuguo's pockmarked yet eager face, the medic deliberately kept him in suspense, lowering his voice with a smile: "Comrade, Brigade Commander Bai Yanchang said he has a surprise for you. You'll find out when we get there! All I can say for now is that it's incredibly good news!"

“Um, my child is sick…” Mu Fuguo’s wife asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, everything was arranged before the military arrived," Zhao Liang replied with a smile. "The military region's pediatric specialist has already seen Xiao Can. He just caught a chill from playing too much; it's a common cold. He'll be fine after an injection and a nap. His grandparents are here too, so you can relax."

"That's good!"

Then Mu Fuguo inquired about the mission and confirmed the general situation.

Zhao Liang didn't say anything, only that it was a good thing.

Mu Fuguo quickly handed over the reins to his family, and the efficiency of the troops was astonishing.

Mu Fuguo was quickly led by his wife and boarded the military vehicle for the return journey.

You don't need to worry about anything related to clothing, food, housing, or transportation.

The military personnel arrived in the morning, and before noon, the two were already on a special car heading to the airport.

Throughout the journey, Mu Fuguo felt uneasy.

The wife noticed her husband's nervousness. She didn't say much, but simply linked her arm with his and occasionally touched his numb mechanical hand.

After waiting for some time, a military transport plane arrived.

With a tremendous roar, the plane took off, leaving the city far behind.

As the plane entered the stratosphere, the cabin became a little quieter.

After the plane landed, the soldier named Zhao Liang came over early and said with a smile, "Comrade Mu Fuguo, welcome back to the team!"

As he was still in shock, the plane door opened.

Instantly, a dry and biting cold wind swept in, making Mu Fuguo, who was only wearing a thin coat, shiver.

Stepping from the humid and warm south into the freezing cold north, the huge temperature difference made it difficult for him to adapt for a while.

"It's so cold!?"

His wife quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a thick coat to put on him, muttering, "I told you to wear more clothes, but you wouldn't listen. We're almost in Inner Mongolia, how can you not be cold?"

Mu Fuguo remained silent, simply letting his wife do as she pleased.

He was filled with doubts about this so-called mission and Zhao Liang's talk of returning to the team.

Montreal Province? In such a remote place, what kind of mission could there be that would require a cripple like him to perform?

Isn't he just a mascot?
The wheels made a rustling sound as they rolled over the gravel road.

It then parked in the parking lot.

"Comrade Mu, please get off the bus."

"it is good!"

As everyone got off the car and waited, a loud and clear singing voice came from afar and entered his ears.

"When that day really comes, don't worry..."

It's this song!
The melody was like a horn etched into his bones, instantly igniting his long-dormant blood.

Mu Fuguo's chapped lips parted slightly, and he began to hum along in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"For victory, I must bravely advance! Look at the direction where the military flag is flying, the advancing tank fleet and aircraft formation..."

His singing wasn't loud, and it was even a little off-key, but he pronounced every word very clearly.

The wife accompanying Liang looked at the man who was blind and missing his hands, yet hummed along to the song and stood upright like a pine tree without anyone noticing.

As they approached, the rhythmic sounds of running and singing grew louder and louder, like thunder.

"Company commander, there seems to be a situation over there!"

"Ok?"

The company commander in charge followed the soldiers' gaze and immediately spotted Mu Fuguo and his two companions standing by the roadside.

His pupils contracted sharply when his gaze fell on Mu Fuguo's scarred face and the metal hand under his sleeve.

He had seen this face in internal reports of heroic deeds!
The running column continued forward, but the company commander's voice rang out like thunder.

"All of you, stand at attention!"

"Shh!"

The footsteps of hundreds of soldiers came to an abrupt halt, the resounding song vanished instantly, leaving only heavy breathing.

The company commander turned sharply to face his men and roared in a loud voice, "This is Comrade Mu Fuguo, a mine-clearing hero from our friendly forces in the south! He is a hero who shed blood for countless border people during our peaceful times!"

"Salute to the heroes!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of hundreds of hands slapping on the helmets merged into a crisp crack, so synchronized it was as if only one person was doing it.

Immediately following was the company commander's next sentence: "Welcome back to camp, hero!"

The soldiers of the entire company joined in the shouting, their roars resounding through the air.

"Welcome back to camp, hero!!"

The sounds grew louder and louder, making the air buzz.

Mu Fuguo subconsciously tensed his whole body, straightened his chest in the direction the sound came from, and then raised his hand to return a military salute.

Although he couldn't see those young and respectful faces, nor those standard military salutes.

But he could sense the respect the other person showed him.

At that moment, a fire was burning in his chest, making his nose sting and his throat feel congested.

At this moment, that long-forgotten sense of belonging and honor washed away the darkness and inferiority deep in his heart.

"Reporting to my superiors and comrades, I am not a hero, I am just an ordinary soldier!"

Amidst everyone's good-natured laughter, the company commander spoke up: "Alright, comrades, let's go! Comrades, we're off to training!"

Mu Fuguo salutes.

"Let's go!"

Even as the sound of running footsteps resumed and gradually faded into the distance, Mu Fuguo remained in that position.

"Alright, Lao Mu," his wife gently hugged his arm and teased him in a low voice, "The commander is still waiting for us."

His wife's joke brought him back to his senses instantly, his tense body relaxed, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Sir, I'm sorry!"

"Haha, Comrade Mu, don't be nervous." Zhao Liang walked forward with a smile. "I told you long ago, all the brothers in our unit idolize you."

"Come on, don't stand in the wind, I'll take you to the person in charge!"
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Zhu Rihe, Deng Dakang's temporary residence.

Having just finished another round of tedious questionnaires, Deng Dakang rubbed his temples, preparing to rest, when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

A young messenger entered, carrying a document in his hand.

"Professor Deng, Zhou Yi, the patient you were particularly concerned about, has been placed in a private ward, and he has been given everything he needs to know. Would you like to speak with him now?"

Deng Dakang looked up from the report in his hand and shook his head: "No need. The key to success is not me, but the frontline medical staff and equipment. I've already explained everything over the phone. Don't waste time on this kind of thing."

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something completely unrelated to himself. "Okay, we'll pass it on." The messenger nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Deng Dakang called out to him again.

The messenger immediately stopped and said, "Please speak!"

Deng Dakang hesitated for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts: "Could you pass on a message to Zhou Yi for me?"

"If he recovers and hasn't forgotten the vow he made in the medical school auditorium, then he should work as hard as he can to pick up the scalpel again and save lives."

He paused, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes.

"Tell him that the motherland needs his hands!"

"Yes, sir!" The messenger saluted solemnly, then turned and quickly left.

Not far from Deng Dakang's resting place, in Li Weiguo's office, his assistant Wang Kaixuan was giving a routine report.

"...The first batch of participants in the clinical trial has been finalized, totaling twenty people. They are all specially wounded soldiers selected from the entire military and civilian sectors. They include those with high-level paraplegia, permanent optic nerve damage, and limb defects...basically covering the findings of this research."

Wang Kaixuan handed over a list, "The last one is Mu Fuguo, the mine-clearing hero from the south, who just landed in Inner Mongolia half an hour ago."

"Hmm." Li Weiguo flipped through the list; behind each name was a story of blood and fire. "Have you done the ideological work and verification with the families?"

"Those who passed the political vetting have all signed the highest level of confidentiality agreement, so they are absolutely reliable. For some family members and relatives who might leak information but failed the political vetting, we have a backup plan. They will be arranged to participate in the third phase of testing, which has a lower level of confidentiality, or even after the technology is made public."

"Well, I'm relieved to see how you handle things, but we can't let our guard down. There can't be the slightest mistake." Li Weiguo put down the documents, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest. "What about the acquisition and controlling stake in GW?"

"It's in progress, but the other party's shareholding structure is somewhat complicated, so the process is rather slow."

“Slow?” Li Weiguo opened his eyes. “Then let’s find a way to speed it up. Throw money at it, exchange resources for it. I just want results.”

"Understood!" Wang Kaixuan replied readily.

Li Weiguo rubbed his temples, feeling tired from working non-stop: "The first batch of surgeries is about to begin. Go there for me, encourage the doctors, and bring some gifts for those heroes to boost their confidence."

Wang Kaixuan smiled and agreed, "No problem. But Mr. Li, wouldn't it be more effective if you went in person?"

“My face is too conspicuous right now. If I go there, it will put pressure on them and make them uncomfortable.” Li Weiguo waved his hand. “Just say it’s out of concern from the organization, don’t mention me. Keep a low profile, understand?”

"understood."

After Wang Kaixuan left, the office fell silent again.

Li Weiguo clicked on the encrypted line, and the latest intelligence from another world popped up on the screen.

The image was no longer the blurry distant reconnaissance view; a processed video began to play.

It was a deep, dense forest. As the drone flew by, the camera suddenly shook, then the view changed.

In the video, a tall, slender figure flashes by.

The video was slowed down by technicians dozens of times and analyzed frame by frame.

It was a figure wearing silver soft armor, carrying a longbow, and most importantly, the camera captured those iconic pointed ears.

At the end of the video, there is a blurry image of the figure suddenly turning around, but the other person's gaze seems to pierce through the screen and stare directly at the spy.

Li Weiguo's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"There are only one or two small fish, why are there no big fish?"
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Laboratory, special ward.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air, cold and clean. Mu Fuguo, supported by his wife, carefully stepped over the threshold.

"Watch your step, the bed here is higher than at home," his wife said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"Hmm," Mu Fuguo responded, the darkness making him exceptionally sensitive to everything around him.

Before he could even stand up straight, a clear male voice came from the ward.

"New patient? Welcome to the 'Hemiplegia' club. I am Zhou Yi, who is paralyzed from the waist down."

The self-deprecating laughter in her voice eased the somewhat somber atmosphere in the ward considerably.

Mu Fuguo's wife quickly responded, "Hello, hello!"

Mu Fuguo groped his way and nodded in the direction of the voice: "My name is Mu Fuguo, and this is my wife. I... am blind."

"What a coincidence." Zhou Yi lay on the bed, only able to move his neck. He blinked and looked at the couple. "One of us is blind, and the other can't move. Wouldn't you say we're a perfect match?"

“No, we should also include this old man without legs,” the first arriving policeman said with a smile.

Mu Fuguo's wife chuckled at the old policeman's words, which eased some of her worries.

After some conversation, the atmosphere in the ward became warm and friendly.

Another elderly policeman whose leg had been amputated.

These are all the patients in the three-person room.

Paralysis, blindness, amputation.

Every word carries immense weight, but when spoken by this group, it sounds like casual conversation.

Mu Fuguo recalled his old sergeant's words; the army had given him a tremendous surprise, an opportunity that could change his destiny. Although he knew that the success rate of such cutting-edge medical technology might not be high, the fire in his heart burned even brighter.

If I'm not afraid of death, why would I be afraid of this?
"Do you think... we can make it this time?" The old policeman in the next bed suddenly asked softly, breaking the relaxed atmosphere.

"It can be done, it absolutely can be done!" Zhou Yi answered without the slightest hesitation.

The messenger's words were still echoing in his mind.

"If I recover and haven't forgotten the vow I made in the medical school auditorium, then I will work my hardest to pick up the scalpel again and save lives."

"Tell him that the motherland needs his hands!"

His teacher didn't give up on him, and his country didn't forget him. This time, he wasn't doing it for himself, but to hold that scalpel again!

The first day was spent in a state of both tension and anticipation.

At night, Mu Fuguo got up to use the bathroom, and with his wife's help, he groped his way there. Zhou Yi lay in bed, needing even a nurse's help to turn over.

In the darkness, Zhou Yi suddenly spoke: "Old Mu, aren't you envious of you?"

Mu Fuguo paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "What are you envious of? Are you envious that I'm blind?"

"I envy that you can still scratch your own itch." Zhou Yi's tone was full of seriousness. "If I feel itchy, I can only rely on my imagination."

Mu Fuguo laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the quiet corridor.

The next morning, the nurses got busy cleaning them up and disinfecting them before the operation.

The cold disinfectant applied to their bodies brought everyone to a sobering realization that the moment that would determine their fate was approaching.

Just as they were being wheeled to the operating room waiting area, Wang Kaixuan walked in with several staff members.

He didn't give a long speech; he simply walked up to each person, solemnly shook their still-movable hands, or patted them on the shoulder.

"You are all heroes, and the organization has not forgotten your contributions. This time, please trust our doctors and our skills." He paused, his gaze sweeping over each person. "Relax, cooperate fully with the treatment, and we'll be waiting for your triumphant return!"

After saying that, he turned and left to attend to other matters without lingering.

The arrival of the leader's assistant was like a shot in the arm, and the atmosphere in the waiting area became lively again.

"Did you hear that? We'll be back in triumph!"

"I never thought in my life that I would see the light of day again."

Just then, the red "Operating" light above the operating room suddenly went out.

A heavy metal door slid open slowly, letting out a cold light that carried an air of menace.

A nurse poked her head out and said in a clear voice, "Zhou Yi, Mu Fuguo, prepare for anesthesia."

……

The heavy metal door slowly closed behind them, blocking the anxious gazes of the family members.

Mu Fuguo's wife clenched her hands tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, her eyes fixed on the lit "Operating" red light, as if trying to see right through it.

In the corridor, only the cold, mechanical sounds of machinery and the suppressed breathing of the family members remained.

Inside the anesthesia room, the smell of disinfectant in the air grew stronger.

"Don't be nervous, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

The anesthesiologist was a woman; her voice was gentle and had a calming power.

"Thank you, hard work!"

"You've all worked very hard. Don't be nervous. Just think of it as a good night's sleep. When you wake up, you should find that the world has changed."

Mu Fuguo lay quietly on the operating table; darkness was already a normal part of his life.

At this moment, he was able to perceive everything around him more clearly.

The icy liquid flowed into the vein through the syringe, and a chill quickly spread down the arm.

"My wife... is she still outside?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes, you and your fellow patients' families are waiting outside for your triumphant return from your hospital beds."

The anesthesiologist responded softly while observing the changes in Mu Fuguo's heart rate.

Mu Fuguo smiled, his face, still recovering from shrapnel wounds, showing a slightly ferocious expression. But to the anesthesiologist, Mu Fuguo's smile appeared perfectly healthy.

Then, Mu Fuguo felt as if his consciousness was being slowly dragged into an abyss by an invisible hand. His last thought was of his wife's warm hands and the warm lips kissing his forehead.

"The patient's anesthesia is complete, and vital signs are stable!"

"You can begin the surgery!"

The shadowless lamps turned on, their light as bright as day.

The surgeon was an elderly professor with gray hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Behind him were experts in neurosurgery and bioengineering as his assistants.

"Let's begin." The old professor's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly put the entire operating room into a state of extreme focus.

"Cut!"

The highly skilled professor held the cold instrument and sliced ​​it across the skin, yet not a drop of blood splattered out; the precise electrocautery cut and stopped the bleeding simultaneously…

In another operating room, Zhou Yi's surgery was also taking place simultaneously.

His surgery was far more dangerous, as it was performed on the back of the cervical spine, the most vulnerable nerve center in the human body. The slightest mistake could have been fatal.

Although Zhou Yi had long been in a hopeless situation due to high-level paralysis.

"Pay attention to the nerve bundles and avoid the main arteries."

The surgeon stared intently at the image under the microscope, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The assistant quickly wiped away the sweat.

"The bionic nerve bundle is ready for implantation. We are now connecting the neural signal decoder."

This is not a new surgical technique, but the newly made nerve signal instruments and the like are very advanced.

The research team will perfectly integrate special biological materials obtained from another world with human nerves, which theoretically can bypass the damaged spine and re-establish the connection between the brain and the body.

“I heard this kid is not even thirty-six yet, and he’s one of our colleagues,” the chief surgeon suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence. “He was a prominent figure in medical school back in the day.”

The assistant paused for a moment as he handed over the instruments.

"So, we're not just performing an operation today," the chief surgeon said in a deep voice. "We're also giving a young and promising surgeon back to our country."

Everyone fell silent, but their hands moved even more steadily.

Meanwhile, Mu Fuguo's surgery had reached its most critical stage.

"Tellulone nanowire network and retinal prosthesis ready for implantation."

A small, thin, cicada-wing-like mesh, with biomimetic threads and a subtle metallic sheen, was precisely delivered into Mu Fuguo's field of vision by the robotic arm...

"This is a technique synthesized by materials scientists. After integrating modern technology, it has almost no rejection reaction and works perfectly in animal experiments." The professor explained to his students while demonstrating the technique. "It does not require an external power supply and can directly convert light signals into bioelectric signals to activate the optic nerve."

"Professor, is this the legendary cybernetic eye module?" a young doctor couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"What it's called isn't important," the old professor said without looking up. "What's important is that it allows our heroes to see the light of this world again."

"Implantation complete!"

"Initiate neural signal testing!"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

On the monitor, the curve representing brain waves, which was originally flat like stagnant water, suddenly jumped upward the moment the implant was activated!
Although it was faint, it did move!
"There is a response! A valid brainwave signal has been detected in the optic cortex!"

A series of suppressed gasps filled the operating room.

Success! The first step was a success!

Almost at the same time, not far from the next door.

Good news also came from Zhou Yi's operating room.

"Neural bridging complete. Sending a test pulse with a strength of one ten-thousandth!"

The surgeon stared intently at Zhou Yi's extremely thin hand.

The data on the screen showed that a weak current had reached the end of the arm through the bionic nerve.

Just then, Zhou Yi's index finger, a finger that had been stiff for years, twitched very slightly!
The change was so small it was almost imperceptible, but everyone saw it.

"Haha, the signal is back!"

"Initiating testing of other neural connection signals..."

Several hours later, the red lights in both operating rooms went out one after another.

The metal door slid open.

Mu Fuguo's wife suddenly stood up and rushed over.

"Doctor, my husband..."

"Hello, the surgery was a success." The nurse's face showed a hint of fatigue, but even more excitement. "Now you need to be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation. To prevent postoperative infection, family visits are not allowed for the time being. Professional staff will take care of you!"
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In another world, on the edge of a forest, an airport built by a human pioneering force.

The buzzing sound shattered the tranquility of the camp. Qin Longlong stared intently at the screen, his palms slightly sweaty.

"Senior Brother Zhang, if we lose again this time, we'll lose all our points and we'll only be able to work as assistants for others."

The senior student next to him, Zhang, unscrewed the military thermos, slowly took a sip of hot tea, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Don't worry, our reinforcement technology this time is insane. It can break even an iron tree, let alone those feathered beasts. It's completely incomparable to those crispy chicken designs you made before."

Qin Longlong rolled his eyes, speechless, and muttered, "What do you know? That's called lightweighting, saving costs."

"I understand, I understand very well, but it's a pity it can't withstand the suicidal impact of the flying bird!" Senior Brother Zhang put down his teacup, pointed to the screen, and said, "The power is enough, prepare to launch."

"Sharp Eagle Experiment 1, prepare for ejection!"

"two!"

"one!"

"put!"

With a dull thud, the drone on the spring rail was launched instantly, turning into a black shadow and plunging into the boundless dark green forest.

The drone's built-in acoustic jamming device was immediately activated, interfering with the incoming birds.

At the same time, the image on the screen rapidly recedes.

It had flown less than ten kilometers when a black dot suddenly crashed into it from the side.

"Here it comes!" Qin Longlong shouted in a low voice, his fingers tensing under the control lever.

The screen shook violently, followed by a dull thud of metal being struck.

But the image quickly stabilized, with only a few colorful feathers drifting across the lens.

"See that?" Senior Brother Zhang leaned back in his chair, with a "I told you so" expression on his face. "This is called Iron Head Kung Fu, the professional Iron Head Bird-Killing Kung Fu."

The drone continued its journey deeper without incident.

During the flight, birds frequently attacked, but they were all destroyed by the drone's extremely rigid body and thick propellers.

Some of the larger birds launched the attack, but the drone miraculously survived.

Soon, the 40-kilometer journey to the south was completed!

At this point, the interference with electromagnetic signals became increasingly severe, and the video turned into a PowerPoint presentation.

However, human-built communication bases can still keep the signal running smoothly.

By this time, the depth into the southern forests had broken previous records.

Just as Qin Longlong was overjoyed, Senior Brother Zhang, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

"Wait, drone, return, zoom the camera to the left and focus on that woodland."

"What's wrong, senior brother? Did you find something?" Qin Longlong asked, but his hands didn't stop moving.

The drone returned, and the camera quickly turned and zoomed in.

On the screen, a dozen unicorns of different colors are carrying heavy supplies through the forest.

Around them, in thermal imaging mode, figures radiating heat, with only the outlines of their hair visible, appear and disappear.

Qin Longlong gasped.

"It's the elf's little sister's army!"

"Look at what's on the unicorn's back," Senior Brother Zhang tapped the screen with his finger, "It's a standard equipment crate. Is this a fully-equipped elite scout unit?"

Qin Longlong instantly understood the gravity of the situation: "Are they going to launch an attack?"

"Continue south and find out their final destination. Send the intelligence back to headquarters immediately!"

"it is good!"

The drone accelerated again, but this time it didn't fly very far.

As if a hornet's nest had been stirred up, countless birds swarmed in from all directions, launching a desperate charge.

The screen swayed wildly with each impact, finally crashing uncontrollably to the ground before plunging into complete darkness.

"The signal was interrupted, but it lasted for a longer period of time, but the cost of the drone is six times that of the previous aircraft."

"Where is the returned data?"

"The video was successfully transmitted before the signal was lost!"

"Okay, organize and send it to command!"

……

The message was reported up the chain of command and soon reached Su Mingjin's desk.

She stared at the magnified image of the elven scouts on the screen, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

"Another fully armed scout team? We need to increase our forces behind the forest again."

After giving the instructions, Su Mingjin's lips curled up slightly, her eyes icy cold.

"Gentlemen, do you think the other side plans to swallow us whole before we can establish a firm foothold, or are they looking for peace?"

"Peace!"

"Looking for a beating."

Everyone responded in turn.

He looked up at the communications officer beside him.

"Send a telegram to Wu Mudi and tell him that the welcoming plan can be brought forward. The guests will be arriving soon, so don't let them feel that we haven't treated them well."

"Ok!"

(End of this chapter)