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However, since Henry was not a formally trained doctor and this was not a proper sterile operating room, he designed his own set of procedures based on the knowledge he read in the book.

The first thing was to find and sterilize a few sewing needles, which were used as acupuncture needles and inserted into the old man's body, mainly to block the transmission of nerve sensations.

Henry hadn't figured out how to completely paralyze the recipient's body, or even temporarily recover after the needles were removed. So the Russians had to hold down their own companions.

Especially since I don't need a wide surgical field of view, I only need a small space to operate in. Therefore, I can make some modifications to the existing surgical methods based on the future minimally invasive surgical techniques.

But after all, it is not a Da Vinci arm, and it is different from the true minimally invasive surgery of the future. However, it is undeniable that the incision can be smaller.

He simulated the surgical procedure thousands of times in his mind, but for Henry, with his super brain, it was just a blink of an eye. As the old man cursed, Henry made the first cut!

Removing the bullet from the body was as simple as it was for the previous victims. Sometimes, even without opening the wound, the bullet could be removed from the bullet hole with just tweezers.

As long as the internal bleeding is not severe, Henry usually won't expand the wound and prolong the recovery time. But lung cancer surgery is not that simple.

Fortunately, the people around him were all street urchins who were almost illiterate, so no one questioned Henry's actions. In fact, most of them couldn't even understand what Henry was going to do even if they stood by and watched.

So Henry felt no pressure at all, simply going forward with the knife. Anything sticking or ribs getting in the way was no big deal for Henry. Even if someone struggled and moved, with his super speed and reflexes, it was nothing.

The old man, whose chest had been cut open, yelled, "You quack, you damn quack! I'm going to file a complaint against you and have your medical license revoked. How can you perform surgery like this?"

Henry smiled and replied, "Don't bother. You don't think I have a medical license that can be revoked."

"What, so where did you go to medical school? Did you learn from the fucking gypsies or African witch doctors?"

"Oh, you can rest assured about that. I studied at the Los Angeles Library and also went to the New York Library for further study. The knowledge I have is absolutely rich and advanced. It's not the folk methods of gypsies or African natives."

"Walter! You don't have a medical license, and you haven't attended medical school. How dare you perform surgery on me?"

Henry replied, "You don't have health insurance to apply for anyway, so why are you asking for so many formal requirements? Is it more important to cure yourself or to weigh the weight of my medical certificates? Or do you think there are no quacks after graduating from medical school? You're discriminating!"

"This has nothing to do with discrimination! Don't let me get out of bed, you fucking bastard, or I'll kill you."

Although Henry opened his mouth to refute, the old man's loud questioning made even his Russian gang members who were suppressing him murmur.

They didn't know whether they should let go and help the old man stop the young man who looked so unreliable. But the knife in his chest was already open, leaving a big hole...was it possible to stop him now?

"Ah!" The old man struggled desperately. The Russian gang had to send more people to suppress him, who was almost going crazy.

Henry didn't care whether the others were in genuine pain or simply angry, and continued to work with the knife. The sight of a heart beating beside him and the blackened lung lobe being cut in his hand stimulated Henry's senses.

Henry picked out a piece of deformed black rotten flesh from the gap between the ribs and threw it onto the iron plate next to him, covering the bullet that had been taken out earlier. Then he quickly tied the ligature and closed the chest.

The old man kept cursing during the process, and he almost used up all his strength from several lifetimes.

When the chest was closed and sutured, Henry pulled out the embroidery needle that had been stuck in the old man's body. The old man collapsed and fainted like a robot that had lost power. The others looked at each other in confusion and let go of their hands.

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Chapter 215 John Wick

"Doctor, what's going on?" asked the melancholy handsome Slavic man with sharp eyes.

"Originally, it was just adrenaline that kept me going. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, it's normal for me to pass out."

Henry extended his finger and lightly pressed on the other person's ventricle, then observed the various vital signs and said, "Don't worry, he's not dead. Just follow the same procedures as for postoperative patients."

"Because there's no general anesthesia, it should be easier to handle. If you don't know what to do, just give her saline solution or glucose and let her rest. Anyway, this doesn't look like a professional hospital."

Someone asked dumbfoundedly: "What if they die from the infection?"

"That means he's doomed. And the disease hasn't spread, hasn't entered the lymph nodes, and he's still stubbornly cursing. Even the Grim Reaper would be worried by the sight of such a soul."

Henry said nonchalantly, "It's none of my business anyway." He then took off his rubber gloves and threw them into the trash can beside him.

Only then did others notice that this man had saved four lives in total, but there was not a drop of blood on his body.

In fact, everyone was confused after seeing Henry's wild moves.

He claimed to have no medical degree or license, but the excised lung lobe was displayed before everyone, its unhealthy black color making it difficult to question whether he had cut out a healthy lung lobe.

"So...was your operation successful?" asked the melancholy handsome Slavic man.

At this time, after completing his own operation, the surgeon from the Continental Hotel came over and looked at the old man's condition.

Although he didn't see the situation before the chest was closed, judging from the wound, the sutures, and the specimens removed, Henry's operation should be fine. But...

There are so many complaints that the old doctor doesn't know where to start.

He looked at Henry, who had helped save the man, with a strange expression on his face, and did not praise him or scold him for stealing his business. After all, he was the one facing those Russian gang thugs; if any of the people he attacked were to suffer any harm, he would be in trouble.

What's the point of worrying about other people in this kind of situation?

But since they were on his territory, he couldn't just sit there and say nothing. Since there were no more unfortunate people whose lives were hanging by a thread, the old doctor immediately directed all the remaining emergency personnel.

The wounded who were not seriously injured were told to leave, and those who needed to rest were sent to the beds in the infirmary. Especially the guy who was shot and inexplicably underwent lung cancer surgery, post-operative care had to be arranged.

Although he excelled in cardiac surgery, postoperative care for thoracic and abdominal surgeries was largely similar, involving medication to control pain, prevent infection, and expedite recovery.

Instead, Charlie, who had brought Henry into the Continental Hotel, and the hotel manager, Moonee Fisher, witnessed the entire process. For a moment, they didn't know how to deal with this person.

Their original plan was a complete mess. In a world where mutants were not uncommon, finding a mutant with suitable abilities, training them, and recruiting them for personal use was a matter of luck.

Because they don't have the advantages of Professor X or Magneto, who are naturally able to win people over from the same standpoint, they can only succeed by investing more money, using more tricks, and using a combination of hard and soft tactics.

Only ordinary people would worry about having their jobs taken away by mutants. In an underground world like theirs, where the rules of survival are more primitive and bloody, anyone with useful talent would be provided with generous amounts of money and beautiful women. Who would be willing to exclude them?

But what if the other person is multi-talented?

In the battle against Mike Liddell Horton, Henry Brown had sent a message to many people. Don't think he's bulletproof. No matter what means you use, as long as you have him by your side, your life will be protected.

This is a guy who only responds to soft tactics and not hard ones.

Plus, there's this clueless guy present...

The melancholic handsome Slavic man who had seen his companions, good and bad, rescued came up to Henry, extended a hand, and introduced himself: "John Wick."

Hearing it was this person he remembered, even though he didn't look like the actor Keanu Reeves, he was still as handsome, even more innocent. Henry also happily introduced himself, "Henry Brown," and shook his hand.

The two of them were on the verge of release, and Henry also thought at the same time that the other party's melancholy expression was not due to his wife's death. Instead, it was always there, which was why he attracted the ordinary wife and made him think about retiring.

"Thank you for saving my companion." John said.

Henry raised his hand and said politely, "I was paid."

"It's just that I have a question."

"Please ask, and I'll answer as best I can."

John Wick asked with a slightly annoyed look, "Since you can knock them out accurately, why do you do it after the operation? Instead of before the operation, why do you need a bunch of us to help suppress them?"

Ah, this is the problem. You can't just say that Maozi and Damao are family and you're just asking for some interest on what happened in the past.

Henry knew that every wrong had its perpetrator, and that these people were not the original murderers. But he wanted to save them, not capture them to torture them.

It's just that the order of doing things is not so particular. And this is due to the bad environmental conditions, not my own fault!

But it was difficult to say these words out loud. Henry explained, "If you knock someone unconscious before the operation, it's not the same as direct anesthesia. What would happen if the injured person suddenly woke up and the person in charge of fixing him didn't have time to react?

"Rather than testing your reflexes and risking greater harm, it's better to keep the person awake and remind you to hold them down properly. This maneuver after surgery is simply to allow the injured person to rest and recover better. Is this an acceptable answer?"

It was always a plausible reason, so the kind-hearted John did not pursue the matter any further and said, "If you need help when you go to New York in the future, you can come to me." In any case, it seemed that these people could survive.

He was completely oblivious to his friendly behavior, which frustrated many people's plans.

Henry certainly wouldn't refuse such a person's overtures. Don't underestimate these ordinary people at the peak of humanity. Before they shed their last drop of blood, the role they can play is unimaginable.

Another example is the Punisher, the anti-hero of the Marvel Universe. He is also an ordinary person with no super powers, no super serum, no mutant, and no technological armor. He has reached the peak of human combat power through military training alone.

John Wick's style perfectly embodies the saying, "A gentleman's friendship is as pure as water." He's unlike the typical Western social elite, full of slang. After a brief greeting with Henry, he returned to the Russian gang and prepared to leave with the others.

Chapter 216 Exchange Conditions

If they really wanted to talk, Henry's acting skills were good enough for him to take the initiative. But today's experience gave him more ideas and he was not in a hurry to establish a friendship with John Wick, a protagonist.

Henry turned to look at Ms. Moonee Fisher, the manager of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles. He took out a gold coin and placed it in front of her, saying, "One gold coin, one promise, right?"

"Mr. Wick just said that I also have the right to refuse." Muni Fisher said loudly.

"Actually, I'm just asking because I'm not sure if you can do it."

This little provocation was not enough to displease Moonee Fisher. She asked, "What is it?"

"I was taken to the place where the black congressman was. It was two FBI agents who did the job. Now he's been killed by your people, and I'm still alive. Can you solve this problem for me?"

If everyone in a place died and only one person survived, it would be hard not to be considered a suspect or accomplice.

If the FBI was eager to close the case, Henry would be the perfect scapegoat. It was like a pot dropped from the sky, impossible to dodge.

So it’s not too much to ask the person who caused this mess to solve the problem himself.

Muni Fisher looked at Henry's smiling face, and coupled with his indecent outfit, she knew that this request was both a test and a temptation.

If the Continental Hotel didn't have the energy to resolve this problem, then Henry certainly didn't need to cooperate with such a party. Without a basis for cooperation, there was no way to subdue this mutant.

However, Muni Fisher was not one to take the challenge lightly. She shook her head and said, "This is not enough." She took a pocket watch-sized amulet from her subordinate and placed it next to the gold coin Henry had given her. She said, "Press the bloody handprint and I will help you."

"What is this?" The Kryptonian pretended to be dumb, picking up the pocket watch-like thing and examining it, even opening it to see the inside.

"The blood covenant mark represents a promise that cannot be refused."

After getting the answer, Henry seemed to realize the purpose of the sharp needle above the blood covenant mark in his hand. But he just shook his head and said, "This won't work."

"Oh, you don't think what you want me to do is easy."

"No, I mean this won't work." Henry said, and pretended to press his thumb hard on the needle on the blood contract several times. The needle was slightly bent, and then he showed his thumb without any injury.

Now it was Moonee Fisher's turn to be speechless. She hadn't expected this outcome. She asked, "You can't do anything about it? What if you get sick and need an injection?"

"I can only pray to God that I don't get sick myself." Henry made the sign of the cross on his chest, put down the blood covenant mark, and took back the gold coins on the table.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was held down by Muni's well-maintained, tender hands. But she didn't accept the gold coin Henry gave her. She just took it and played with it in her hand, asking, "If I can help you, what else can you do for me?"

"Well, I'll give you one more gold coin?"

"Numbers are meaningless," Mooney refused.

This is the rule of the High Table. Gold coins are merely a "ticket," a promise. But there are still places where even gold coins can't pave the way. In such cases, would offering more tickets be of any use?

It's like asking a member of the High Table to do something for you, and even if you show them a blood contract, they might not agree. At that point, even if you offer a few gold coins, will they even take a liking to it?

Whose High Table is short of gold? This isn't a place for the poor.

"Then..." Glancing around and seeing many injured people resting in the hall, Henry stated his conditions: "If there are things like this in the future, can I help?"

In fact, this is Henry's purpose.

Studying medicine through normal channels, especially accumulating clinical experience, is too troublesome.

Not to mention the intrigue within the hospital, how to get the surgeon to choose you as an assistant until you can perform the operation alone.

This isn't an opportunity you can get simply by being "excellent." Without a backer or extra effort, how could an opportunity so many others have fought for easily fall into your lap?

In order to avoid medical disputes, doctors must abide by the rules. In order to maintain their reputation and high medical costs, they have to do things against their will to conform to the American medical environment and atmosphere.

This is not even mentioning how many shady things are going on behind the scenes of medicine and medical equipment.

Instead of that, it would be better to be a secret doctor. Those who would seek him out as a guest doctor are either poor or not very serious.

What would happen if such a person survived is another matter. But if he died, would he dare to sue someone in court?

At most, they would secretly gather a group of brothers from the underworld to ask this secret doctor who killed people for an explanation. Would the Kryptonians be afraid of such a thing?

Henry's decision to do this was certainly not motivated by compassion, but rather by the regret he felt when he saw the lady suffering from illness not long ago and felt powerless to help her as a Kryptonian.

Although he had acquired a wealth of medical knowledge through reading books and journals, his lack of clinical experience prevented him from guaranteeing a cure for all illnesses. This was the reason the woman's condition was repeatedly delayed, ultimately leading to regret.

If someone is not afraid of death and comes to Henry and volunteers to be his clinical experience value, wouldn't that be a win-win situation?

At least my goal is to cure people, not to make healthy people sick just to see how they react to certain bacteria or viruses. That is an inhumane behavior.

It can also be said that such vicious human experiments are also a taboo red zone for Henry.

However, considering the reality, most people who seek out secret doctors are those who cannot go to regular hospitals and need treatment for unexplained injuries, such as knife wounds or gunshot wounds.

If you are too unrestrained, even the lazy ones might come to you.

I'm afraid there won't be many opportunities to see some difficult and complicated diseases or even to treat them, just like in a medical center.

Otherwise, it would be the poor people who cannot afford medical expenses and would only come to the secret doctor to try their luck when they are on their deathbed.

...Usually at this stage, it's hard to say it's not challenging. This is literally a fight with death.

The more Henry thought about it, the better he thought it was. If the Continental Hotel didn't want to cooperate, he could just go it alone.