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"This book must never be seen by anyone other than you! Especially... your father, Lu Zhenguo! Otherwise, it will not only harm you, but also... harm all of us!"

Teacher Chen Mo's serious, almost terrified warning echoed repeatedly in Lu Nianci's ears like a curse.

The night is already deep.

In the military compound, all was quiet except for the synchronized footsteps of the patrolling sentries.

Lu Nianci lay on her warm and comfortable little bed, but she couldn't fall asleep. In her small hands, she tightly clutched the yellowed old book that Teacher Chen Mo had given her, which was wrapped tightly in oil paper.

This book is very heavy.

It's not just about physical weight, but also about a profound and unsettling sense of heaviness that comes from the depths of history.

It was like a red-hot iron, burning Lu Nianci's palms and making her heart, which had been calm and undisturbed for two lifetimes, pound wildly.

She had a strong intuition that a shocking secret was hidden in this thin, old book.

A secret... enough to overturn this era, and enough to drag her and Teacher Chen Mo into an abyss of no return.

Her heart was pounding with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, like an explorer about to open Pandora's box.

After confirming that Mr. and Mrs. Lu Zhenguo in the next room and Xiao Shitou beside her were all fast asleep, she carefully sat up from the bed.

She didn't turn on the light, but simply placed the old book on her lap, relying on the cool moonlight streaming in from the window.

The oil paper had become brittle and hard due to its age. She held her breath and carefully peeled back the edges of the wrapping with her fingertips.

When the yellowed book without a cover was completely exposed to the air, a smell mixed with musty, old paper, and... a faint trace of formaldehyde wafted over.

It's formaldehyde!

As a top surgeon, Lu Nianci was all too familiar with this taste!

Her heart sank!

Is it...

With a nervous yet excited feeling, almost like a pilgrimage, she trembled as she turned to the first page of the book.

By the moonlight, she could see clearly.

There were no words on it.

All that remains are hand-drawn anatomical diagrams of the human body, executed with the finest brushstrokes!

From skin to muscles, to blood vessels, nerves, and bones... layer by layer, crystal clear, with an astonishing precision!

The direction of every muscle, the branch of every blood vessel, and the end of every nerve are all clearly marked!

This...this is hardly something "immature"!

This is clearly a monumental work that embodies the life's work of a master of anatomy!

Its accuracy and detail surpass even the most advanced anatomical atlases she had studied in medical school in her previous life, which were drawn with the aid of modern technology!

Lu Nianci felt like she was about to stop breathing!

She greedily flipped through the pages.

The four chambers of the heart, the bronchial tree of the lungs, the sulci and gyri of the brain... those familiar yet unfamiliar organs were presented to her in the most primitive and awe-inspiring way.

What shocked her even more were the labeled text!

The words were not Chinese, nor were they German or Russian that she had seen before. Instead, they were a code she had never seen before, composed of various strange symbols and simplified Chinese characters!

But when she saw the logic behind the combination of those codes, her pupils suddenly contracted!

She...she actually understood it!

These so-called "codes" are actually shorthand symbols that only top surgeons standing at the operating table can understand!

For example, a symbol representing an "artery" next to a small pair of "scissors" means "arterial transection".

A symbol representing a nerve with a needle drawn next to it signifies "nerve suture".

This...this is a unique surgical language created by Professor Chen Mo!

Lu Nianci's brain exploded at that moment!

She finally understood!

Professor Chen Mo is not only a learned philosopher and historian.

He... he was also a surgical master who stood at the pinnacle of that era!

This notebook is the culmination of his life's learning! It represents his profound understanding and exploration of the human body, the most intricate instrument in the world!

Lu Nianci continued scrolling down.

The second half of the book is no longer basic anatomical diagrams, but a series of specific, bloody surgical cases!

"Craniotomy for hematoma evacuation"...

"Finger replantation surgery"...

"Autologous skin transplantation"...

She even saw a name that sent chills down her spine—

Heart valve replacement surgery!

God!

Heart surgery!

In the 1970s, when even antibiotics were not yet widely available, he... he actually started to try to operate on the most crucial "engine" of humanity?!

Is this a demon?!

Do not!

This is... God!

A medical genius who transcended his time and understanding!

Lu Nianci's hands trembled violently from excessive excitement.

She finally understood why Teacher Chen Mo had said that this book would harm them all.

Because the knowledge recorded on it is simply too "advanced" and too "shocking"!

In that era of intellectual constraints and when medical technology was still in its exploratory stages, these surgeries were not "science" at all, but "witchcraft"!

To people at the time, "craniotomy" meant opening a person's head, which was no different from murder!

"Heart surgery" is a desecration of life and of the gods!

Once the contents of this book are made public, Professor Chen Mo will definitely be regarded as a "devil" who uses living people for experiments, and an "anti-human" executioner!

He would be paraded through the streets, criticized and denounced, or even beaten to death on the spot!

And she, Lu Nianci, as the owner of this book and as the disciple of the "devil," is absolutely unable to escape the consequences!

This seemingly tattered notebook is not a treasure trove of knowledge at all.

It's a bomb that will explode!

It's an invitation to hell!

Lu Nianci's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She slammed the book shut.

She wanted to throw it away, burn it, and make it disappear from this world completely!

But she couldn't do it.

Looking at the rough cover, she seemed to see Professor Chen Mo under the dim light, his hands, which should have been holding a scalpel, trembling as he recorded these "devil's whispers" stroke by stroke.

She seemed to hear his inner cry of defiance and his most fervent faith in medicine!

This is his life's work, his life, and his only weapon against the entire era!

How could she destroy it with her own hands?

Lu Nianci's heart was in turmoil.

Reason told her that she had to destroy it to save herself.

But her instincts and pride as a doctor made it impossible for her to do it!

Any one of the technologies described here, if it can be implemented, could save thousands of lives that would otherwise be lost!

This is the devil's wicked whisper.

But more importantly, it is the divine gospel that saves all living beings!

For a long, long time.

Lu Nianci took a deep breath, and her eyes became firm again, even crazed!

She made a decision that even she found unbelievable.

She wants to keep it!

Not only does she want to keep it, she also wants to learn it! Master it!

Then, one day in the future, she will use her own hands to turn all the "devil's whispers" on it into reality!

She wants to make the name of Teacher Chen Mo and his forward-thinking ideas resonate once again in every corner of the world!

She carefully wrapped the "forbidden book" again in oil paper.

Then, she moved the heavy wooden cabinet by the bed and stuffed the book into the most inconspicuous, dusty, and cobweb-covered corner at the bottom of the cabinet.

After doing all this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She lay back down on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep again.

Her mind was filled with those bloody, yet endlessly fascinating surgical diagrams.

An unprecedented and audacious idea began to grow wildly in her mind.

perhaps……

Could she find an opportunity to give it a try?

Let's start with the simplest suturing technique?

For example, performing surgery on an injured small animal?

Just then, a mournful cat's meow suddenly came from outside the window.

The voice was filled with pain and despair.

Lu Nianci's heart skipped a beat!

She rolled out of bed and quietly opened a crack in the window.

Under the big locust tree in the yard, a black and white kitten was lying on the ground, howling in pain.

Its hind leg was caught tightly in a trap!

The blood stained the snow beneath it, a shocking sight under the cold moonlight!