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"A guy known to a High Table family member has appendicitis and needs surgery. He found his way to us."

Henry, who was about to take the envelope, immediately withdrew his hand upon hearing this. He said unhappily, "Ma'am, are you kidding me? This is such an irrelevant relationship."

"Besides, for a minor surgery like appendicitis, there are at least a thousand, if not ten thousand, doctors in the United States who can perform it. And those are the kind of doctors who can do it with their eyes closed. And if you come to me, who doesn't even have a medical license, then that person is a wanted criminal?"

"That kid has some peculiar allergies."

"What symptoms?"

"Allergic to anesthetic."

"Ma..." Henry choked and said angrily, "What about antibacterial treatment? No one has tried it." At the same time, he reached out to take the gold coins and envelope.

"I heard it's quite serious and can't be cured without surgery."

It seems that he is interested in my golden needle paralysis method. Henry said again: "My medical method is not what ordinary people are used to. You understand, right?"

“They know very well.”

"Well, did they say where and when the surgery would be performed?"

"After you receive the letter, rush there as soon as possible. The location is Cedars-Sinai Medical Center."

"Oh my, this is really the same old place." Henry sighed and couldn't help complaining, "Is there not a single doctor in the entire medical center who can come up with a solution?"

Muni Fisher tilted her head, revealing a rare and adorable expression, and said, "I don't know about that either."

Chapter 248 The Boning Family

Back at his rental house, Henry changed into a tinker's outfit, brought his medical bag, and went to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, where Ms. Hepburn had stayed for nearly a month.

Nearly a year had passed, and the medical center hadn't changed much. However, the area of ​​the hospital the tinker had been invited to was a place he had never been to before.

It was cleaner here, and didn't have the usual hospital smell of disinfectant. Instead, it was masked by other scents, but not overwhelmingly so.

It's clear that a lot of extra effort has been put into maintaining the environment here, especially the artwork adorning the corridors, which almost makes this place look like an art gallery.

Led by a red-haired nurse with a model-like figure and appearance, the repairman walked around the hospital like a bumpkin.

This wasn't a place anyone could enter. The envelope he'd received at the Continental Hotel contained his invitation. Without that scrap of paper, the repairman would have been barred from the door, unable to enter.

After entering such a place, I have come to realize the terrifying power of American old money. Even with the stature of an international superstar like Audrey Hepburn, she still can't even touch the level of these people.

Looking back, if Ms. Hepburn had not spent the entire month of October seeking medical treatment and encountering setbacks everywhere, perhaps she would still have had a chance.

But that extra month of delay wore away her energy. She couldn't recover from the surgery, and she passed away.

It turns out that people cannot be compared.

Putting aside his unnecessary sighs, the repairman entered a ward that was comparable to a presidential suite in a hotel.

It was quite noisy inside. I could hear a young man wailing and screaming, and a group of people shouting things like "It doesn't hurt anymore".

It felt like those who were cheering were even more enthusiastic than the ones who were crying out in pain. For a moment, it was hard to tell which was more painful.

When he arrived at the place where a group of people gathered, the unfamiliar face of the repairman naturally attracted everyone's attention.

An elderly woman wearing a wig pushed her way through the crowd and emerged. You could tell she was wearing a wig because her hair was crooked, revealing her base. Her makeup was even partially smudged by tears, making her look ridiculous.

But it can be seen that this woman is really anxious, and her love for her son is not fake.

The old woman grabbed the tinker's hand and said excitedly, "Please, doctor, save my child. He has a bright future ahead of him and shouldn't suffer like this."

The tinkerer had a vague recollection of the old woman's appearance, judging by her demeanor. Not in person, but through print or television. Once he saw the patient's appearance, he remembered her family's background.

They are the Bonin family, a local white political family in Los Angeles. Since its great development in 1890, the family has held at least one seat on the City Council and has countless allies.

This old woman is known for her sharp political questions. She is the current head of the Bonin family, Suzy Amber Bonin. But her only son has become even more famous recently.

It was Thomas Bonin, the man lying on the hospital bed crying out in pain, a notorious prodigal son who took drugs, had affairs with his girlfriend, and assaulted people, and almost every year he would crash a car while drunk.

Looking at his numerous bad deeds and considering his family's strength, reporters were able to dig up a bunch of shit about him. You can imagine how much and how unbearable things must have been covered up.

This kind of person is like an iceberg. The part that floats above the water is only one tenth of the whole, not all of it.

Secondly, their family can give a gold coin through the Continental Hotel, which shows that they are not good people. At least one person in the family is involved in the underworld, or even the entire family has connections.

When faced with a patient like this... of course, it's still the doctor. Doctors don't discriminate, especially since this is a gold coin commission from a mainland hotel.

Besides, the people the tinker had saved the most during this period were murderers, serial killers, and at the very least, violent criminals. Saving so many evildoers meant nothing to one more scumbag.

The Tinker's temperament was not that of a fool. After all, no one would let a fool treat their illness. Therefore, his daily attitude was very arrogant and confident. No authority could be effective in his presence.

Even today at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, one of the best hospitals in the world, the repairman still managed to maintain his aloof attitude, looking at people with his chin held high.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Medical records?" Naturally, a nurse brought the patient's medical records.

Although there were many medical staff present, there was even an authoritative thoracic and abdominal surgeon who had participated in the consultation when Ms. Hepburn came for treatment.

But in places like this, medical authority is not comparable to those who hold political power. So even if the Bonin family hired an unlicensed secret doctor, no matter how much they despised him, they would still treat him with caution and would not put on airs in front of him.

The repairman flipped through the medical records. The examination items and results were numerous and detailed, but they also made him more certain that this was just a very common appendicitis.

Antibiotics have been tried, but with limited success. This simple appendicitis is now showing signs of developing into peritonitis. Without surgery, not only are complications likely to arise, but it could also lead to death from the pain.

Putting down the medical records, the tinker asked the doctors present, "Is there an operating room?"

Although not very happy, the original attending physician still calmly and professionally said, "Yes, it's available at any time."

Seeing this inexplicable person coming in and asking no questions, Thomas Bonin, who was crying out in pain on the hospital bed, had to speak up and said, "The scar-faced man, I'm warning you.

"I'm already in a lot of pain. If you can't allow me to operate without feeling any pain, I will repay you with every bit of suffering I've endured. Got it!"

He ignored the young man, who was so young and yet still wanted to learn to spit trash talk. The tinker turned to look at the councilwoman, who was in charge, and said, "Ms. Bonin, since you asked me to come here, I'm sure you have some idea of ​​me."

"But I must first state that my medical methods do not conform to generally accepted medical ethics and can even be considered illegal. Even so, do you still want me to perform surgery on your son?"

"Yes, I'm sure." The mother said with great determination.

But the son didn't have the same strong will. As if to vent his pain, he shouted beside him: "Hey, you, can you hear me? If you hurt me, you're fucking dead, do you know that?"

Chapter 249 Appendectomy

Seeing the threat to her child, the deliberately unlicensed doctor hesitated. The city council member's mother quickly said:

"Doctor, do you want me to sign a statement? As long as your surgery is successful, I won't pursue any of this. My child's words don't count."

Thomas Bonin shouted excitedly, "Why doesn't it count? I said I was going to kill someone, and I will kill him. No one can stop me!"

The mother-son disagreement was the primary reason the renowned doctors at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center were hesitant to perform the surgery. Otherwise, with so many intelligent and experienced doctors present, how could they possibly have failed to devise a method for operating on a patient allergic to anesthetics?

But we have all seen enough of the world: ordinary people who threaten to kill doctors actually do so. Most people cannot imagine the audacity of a desperate patient with only a short time left.

What's more, he was such a powerful man. He threatened to kill the doctor without even having to do it himself!

In this situation, who would dare to risk their lives to save others? Do you really think everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves, regardless of the cost, just to save others? If that's the case, then what's the point of going through all the trouble and spending so much money to study medicine?

So, upon hearing Thomas Bonin's threats again, the unlicensed doctor seemed to back down. The doctors present were all wondering if this matter was going to end again.

Surprisingly, the tinker was not like the others. He just looked at the mother, Susie Bonin, and said, "Don't bother. Just remember your promise now."

Then the tinker directed the others, saying, "Send the patient to the operating room and prepare him. Perform an appendectomy."

The patient had abdominal pain and did not want to walk, so the entire journey to the operating room had to be pushed in a wheelchair.

He was unwilling to get out of bed and move to a wheelchair, and even more unwilling to let the burly male nurses touch him. So, they had to rely on the beautiful female nurses serving in the VIP area to help Thomas Bonin into the wheelchair.

This young man was quite large, so he was naturally quite heavy. The female nurses' model-like figures meant they didn't have much strength. It took two or three people working together, pressing their bodies together and relying on their core strength to get the man into the wheelchair.

The whole process involved squeezing and hugging. By the time they were done, the three nurses were all sweating and disheveled, having been completely licked.

Thomas Bonin, sitting in a wheelchair, frowned and endured the pain in his stomach while grinning smugly. He even pretended to smell his own hand with a lewd expression, not caring at all whether he was in front of his mother or not.

Watching this young man's behavior, the men present were indignant, but helpless. If they had tried to help, who knew what would have happened. They could only let the young nurses suffer.

However, most of the incredibly beautiful nurses in the VIP area had some hidden services. They didn't complain about being groped, but quickly straightened their clothes and put on their seemingly friendly professional smiles.

"We're going to take you to the operating room now."

"Okay, let's go." Thomas Bonin endured the pain in his abdomen and touched the nurse beside him.

Thomas Bonin, in his wheelchair, was at the front of the group, flanked by delicate nurses. Doctors from the medical center followed behind, and the tinkerer fell to the end of the line, walking alone.

At the very end came Susie Bonin and a group of people who were either lackeys or family members. The huge group headed towards the operating room in the VIP area.

Non-medical staff were still stopped outside the operating area and could not go in. There was a small bar, sofa chairs and other rest areas nearby for these people to rest.

The repairman followed the others to change clothes and took his own equipment to do simple disinfection.

When he entered the operating room, he heard Thomas Bonin teasing the girl. He said, "Ah, this is the operating room environment. I've never been in a place like this. Whoever gives me a BJ, I'll give her a hundred bucks."

The nurses in the operating room were from a different group than the ones who had brought him in. They were all wearing sterile surgical gowns, so even if the nurses wanted to come in earlier, they would have to disinfect and change clothes first.

Those who could assist in surgery naturally had more professional training and better mental preparation. They also knew that the patients in the VIP area were people they couldn't afford to offend. Even if their resentment was deep, they could only use euphemisms to avoid them.

Fortunately, the tinker who came in diverted Thomas Bonin's attention. Sitting in his wheelchair, he refused to move and cursed as soon as he saw someone:

"Scarface, don't think I won't do anything to you just because you have my mother as your backer. Let me tell you, no matter how much pain I feel today, I will retaliate twice as much tomorrow. So you'd better pray that your medical skills are like magic and make me feel nothing."

"Bang!" It was the sound of an aluminum baseball bat hitting the ground. The young man fell to the ground with his mouth twisted and his eyes rolled back.

Everyone in the operating room was stunned as they looked at the repairman who had just hit Thomas Bonin on the chin with a baseball bat and knocked him unconscious.

There were a few who were slow to enter the operating room. When the big guys at the medical center saw the situation inside, they said hesitantly, "You..." and pointed at the baseball bat that shouldn't be in the operating room.

Seeing this, the tinker raised his bat and said, "Don't worry, I've disinfected this too."

This isn't a disinfection issue...

"You guys," the tinkerer called out the names of the men present and said, "help get this guy onto the operating table."

"And you too." This time, he called on the female nurses. "Put on the restraints, and remember to fasten them tight. Tighten them as tight as possible so he doesn't wake up in pain during the surgery."

Seeing that everyone was dumbfounded and didn't move, the tinker had to clap his hands to remind everyone, saying, "Everyone, move! We don't have much time. If he wakes up, he will have to be beaten again.

"I know you all want to beat him up. But in matters like this, we should demonstrate our professionalism. There's no time to drag it out here."

The doctors who came in later looked at the repairman hesitantly and asked, "Shouldn't you use the needle to paralyze the patient and make him unable to move before performing the operation?"

Gang leader Andrew Saxon was arrested by the police just after the surgery. The needles stuck in his body had not been removed, and his whole body was paralyzed.

He consulted many doctors in Los Angeles to find a solution to his problem, but it was finally an old Chinese medicine practitioner from Chinatown who took action and removed the golden needles.

Doctors from the medical center followed into the operating room to see the technique up close. Who knew the tinkerer could knock someone unconscious with just one hit of a baseball bat?

The repairman didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. He said, "As long as the surgery can be done, why bother with the method? Or is it just your territory, so if you want to take over, I have no objection."

A group of doctors hurriedly shook their heads. What a joke! After this hit, who would dare to take over? They hoped that this operation would not be performed at Cedars-Sinai, but somewhere else that could be opened.

Everyone was trembling with fear, hoping to avoid being sued for flaws in their treatment procedures, to protect themselves and the reputation of the medical center.

It was all smashed to pieces with one stick.

Chapter 250 Successful Operation

An appendectomy, as the tinkerer said, is no more difficult in modern times.

The repairman meticulously followed standard procedures and sewed it up quickly, before Thomas Bonin woke up.

His movements weren't particularly fast, but they were smooth and silky. Each step flowed seamlessly without hesitation, everything was so clean and neat.

It was as if what he opened was not a living human body, but just a lifeless model.

Regardless, the appendectomy was a success. The doctors watching could vouch for it. They couldn't have done it better themselves.

So the Tinker ran away before Thomas Bonin woke up.

After being sent back to the exclusive ward, with the help of two sturdy male nurses, the young master of the Boning family lay back on his original Simmons bed and slowly woke up.

"What's wrong with me? Ouch, it hurts." Thomas Bonin was about to press on his wound.

The person beside him hurriedly grabbed the patient and said, "Sir, please don't move. You just had surgery and now you need to rest."

"Completed what? When did I have surgery? Wait, I did go into the operating room. What exactly happened in there?"

There were several questions in a row, but no one in the know dared to answer Thomas Bonin.

Only after seeing her child wake up did City Councilwoman Susie Bonin finally calm down and ask about the details of the operation. She started by asking, "Where's the tinker doctor?"

The doctors at the medical center replied helplessly: "After the operation was completed, he passed away first."

As the person said before he left: The postoperative care of the appendectomy surgery still needs instructions from an outsider, so the medical center should close down as soon as possible.