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Furthermore, under the tinker's X-ray eyes, it was just a large mass of fat, not muscle. Therefore, the possibility of it being the underworld emperor could be ruled out.

As an ordinary person without mutant powers who can beat Spider-Man, Kingpin is also a peak human being.

"A tinker, right?" the fat old white man asked, and lit a cigar with the help of two girls beside him.

The tinker, like a familiar person, cut a cigar and lit it for himself.

The fat old white man waited patiently for the man in front of him to take a long puff and exhale the thick cigar smoke before listening to him say: "If I say that I am not, will you punish your subordinates who are not doing their job well?"

This leads to a self-proving dilemma. How can one prove that he is who he is when he denies it?

Anyone with a weak brain or someone who thinks they are smart will be stumped by such a question. Only truly smart people know how to go beyond the problem itself and solve the problem.

The fat old man was someone who could think outside the box. But he was also annoyed by this impolite response, so he said unhappily:

"If you're not, I'll have you beaten until you admit you are, or until you tell me where the person you're supposed to be is."

"Well, let's save ourselves some trouble. I'm the tinkerer, that's for sure. What do you want me for?"

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Chapter 230 Life Money

The fat old man threw a stack of documents on the table and asked without thinking, "Can you do it?"

Looking at the scattered medical records, X-rays, and other materials, the repairman picked them up, flipped through them, and said, "Hilar bile duct cancer?"

This is a stage II to stage III cancer. In addition to removing the bile duct, it is also necessary to remove part of the liver and surrounding tissue where the cancer cells have spread. Due to the large number of blood vessels and nerves nearby, the operation is very difficult.

If the patient is the fat person in front of you, then it will take some effort to clear your vision among the fat mass.

But such illnesses are not a problem at some of the top medical centers in the United States. There are so many skilled doctors who can bring patients back to health, and some people may even think the problem is not difficult enough and pass it on to other junior doctors.

Therefore, if someone has such wealth but dares not go to a big hospital, it only means that this person has some big troubles that cannot be exposed.

The tinker didn't directly answer the fat old man's question. Instead, he threw the documents in his hand back on the table and asked, "Who is the patient?"

"Me. Just tell me directly whether you can cure it."

"No, goodbye." As soon as he finished speaking, the tinker was about to get up and leave. However, just as he stood up, he was pushed back by the person standing behind the sofa.

The cigar-chomping tinker glanced at the white guy behind him who had 'invited' him, but said nothing. Instead, the man being stared at said, "You can't afford to offend the boss. You better think about what you're doing."

Instead, he explained to the disgruntled old man, "Hillary bile duct cancer still hasn't been definitively identified, so there's no effective prevention method. Therefore, most people recommend quitting smoking, reducing alcohol consumption, and maintaining a normal weight.

"Simply put, it's about maintaining a healthy body to prevent yourself from developing liver disease, thereby reducing the risk of bile duct cancer. But you—"

Forget the cigar in the old fat white man's hand. His belly must have weighed 70 or 80 kilograms, and his entire body weighed over 200 kilograms. He was also surrounded by women, and there were several empty bottles scattered on the table.

Red wine, whiskey, vodka. As far as the tinker knew, there wasn't any cheap, off-brand liquor here. But mixing them? Even the best medicine could turn into poison.

"——If you continue with this lifestyle, even if you save him once, he'll relapse sooner or later. Rather than letting you complain about my poor medical skills later and ruin my reputation, I'd rather give up now."

What the repairman didn't say was that, although it wasn't written in the other person's medical report, from the occasional observations of the tongue coating, skin condition, and some abnormal physical symptoms, he might have syphilis.

Maybe it's the infectious disease of the century - AIDS.

These sexually transmitted diseases are mainly transmitted through the exchange of body fluids, and blood is of course also a medium.

To operate on such a person, the doctor would be at risk of infection. Therefore, many hospitals do not accept such patients and will not perform any medical treatment for them.

In fact, if it's just surface contact without a wound, it won't be transmitted. But the concern is that if you touch something with your hands, or wipe your eyes, pick your teeth, or eat something without washing it properly, you might actively ingest the virus. This could lead to infection even if you don't have it.

The question is whether it has been cleaned thoroughly, which is something that cannot be seen with the naked eye, especially for normal people. Therefore, hospitals that do not have full protective clothing and corresponding isolation and cleaning measures would rather avoid such trouble.

But the old fat man hadn't brought the man here to hear any of this. He said impatiently, "I'm just asking, can you do this surgery? You don't have to worry about anything else."

"Yes." The tinker said truthfully.

The fat old man pointed to the side, and then the lights turned on, illuminating the direction he was pointing to: a mobile, inflatable, sterile medical operating room. Standing nearby were several relatively calm men and women who looked like doctors and nurses.

He continued, "Besides that, what else do you need?"

Sitting in a luxurious antique armchair, the repairman puffed out another round of cigar smoke before saying nonchalantly, "Your life price is one million."

The repairman's offer stunned everyone present. Aside from the few people standing near the inflatable operating room, who probably couldn't hear, everyone else had a stunned expression.

The fat old man was indeed a man who had seen the world. He recovered the fastest and laughed arrogantly, "I like you very much. You are good at telling funny jokes. And you have the courage to say it in front of me. Not bad, that's very good."

"I'm serious, one million, or no deal." The repairman emphasized again.

He met the gaze of the fat old man, whose expression had suddenly changed, and whose face had suddenly become quiet. Although the tinker lacked the same aura, he had a nonchalant expression.

In contrast, the old, fat man was so angry that he was speechless, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. "I've never heard of you charging such a large amount for medical treatment. You don't think I'm easy to bully, do you?"

"How is this possible, sir?" The tinker explained his behavior: "I have always collected money for buying lives. Some lives are precious, while others are cheap.

"Like the two women next to you, for the same operation, I would charge them between one hundred and two hundred, depending on my mood. But if it's this guy,——"

The tinker pointed at the man who had invited him and was standing behind him.

"—This fellow's asking price is only twenty-three and seventy-five cents. If I charge him a penny more, I'd be overly flattering him. The people I treated before were all poor, starving people. Their lives are worthless, so of course I can't ask for more.

"But you, sir, are different. You appear to have received a good education, live a luxurious life, and have a close female friend. You certainly don't want to die too soon. So the question is, how much would you be willing to pay for good health, or just a few more years of life?"

Facts have proven that there are some people in this world who can't be shaken by words. The old fat man didn't want to pay any attention to the tinker's logic and instead winked at his subordinates.

Immediately, a gun was pressed against the back of the tinker's head. He didn't respond, but simply said, "I ask again, can the surgery be performed?"

: Is this... a confusion? Or is there some other motive?

Taking another drag on his cigar, exhaling thick white smoke, the tinker said simply, "Yes."

Pointing to the mobile operating room nearby, the fat old man said, "Go get ready. My life purchase price is your life. If you want to survive, it would be best if I could survive too."

: It seems that this is a guy who doesn't understand the situation.

Thinking of this, the repairman felt a little bored. He walked towards the inflatable mobile operating room with a cigar in his mouth, not even picking up his handbag.

After approaching, he simply asked the others, "Are all the surgical tools complete?"

Chapter 231 Preparation for Surgery

A masked nurse with pretty eyes said, "We have all kinds of surgical instruments. They've all been sterilized and placed in a sterile tool box."

"So, do you have a needle?"

"Needles? What kind of needles? Surgical needles? We have all sizes, and at least three sets of each."

"It's not that needle." The repairman who wanted to explain thought about it and gave up, saying, "Forget it, I'll take my own." He walked back to his handbag and took out a rolled-up cloth bag from it.

Glancing at the fat old man who was still grinning smugly, the tinker asked, "Do you want to have the surgery today, or find another good day? Maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas?"

The old fat man was stunned by the question and said doubtfully: "Why don't you study it first?"

"If you agree to let me study for ten years and come back when I'm confident."

"Can I last that long?"

"That's why I set this time." The repairman said indifferently.

The tinkerer just followed the diagnosis made by others. He didn't want to waste his brain cells and find faults with the fat old man, because he wouldn't listen to his advice anyway.

Old Bai, who is usually decisive in killing others and can decide life and death with a single word, is now a little unsure.

He had never met such a courageous person before, unless the other party was more powerful than him or had a higher level than him. Otherwise, all those minions would tremble in fear in front of him.

He knew the other person's identity: a waiter at a mainland hotel. Just a waiter, nothing more, no other special identity.

As long as they weren't members of the High Table, the affairs of the servants below could easily be attributed to personal grudges. As long as he didn't foolishly send people into the hotel to kill people and violate taboos, the Continental Hotel would not avenge these people.

So he was thinking about the other party's attitude, what was the basis behind it?

However, the fat old man couldn't come up with any results just by thinking.

Moreover, due to his lack of medical knowledge, he didn't dare to go to a regular hospital to ask a doctor to confirm whether the man's claims were feasible. So his only remaining option was to believe or not believe this black doctor he had "invited".

Judging from his uncooperative attitude, he wasn't trustworthy. So, should we bury him and find someone else?

Perhaps kidnapping those renowned doctors at the medical center and having them perform the surgery would be a safer option. But how much longer could he hold out? The old, fat man struggled.

The tinker hadn't yet learned how to read minds, so he had no idea what the fat man in front of him was thinking. But from the micro-expressions on his face, he could still see his inner struggle.

In the end, the old fat man finally compromised. He asked his subordinates to invite this black doctor because his medical skills were so advanced.

This was a subordinate of his whose hand was cut off. This man reattached the hand completely and restored it to its original state. This proved that his medical skills should be no worse than those of the famous doctors in the medical center.

There are certain risks involved with the people at the Animal Medical Center, and there's no guarantee they'll cooperate. Those already involved in the underworld, however, are more likely to accept their situation and choose an outcome that everyone can live with.

After figuring out the pros and cons, the fat old man stood up with the help of the two girls beside him and said, "If you are sure, do the surgery today. I've waited long enough."

The tinker gave an ambiguous smile, not one that was kind at all.

But the fat old man had seen all sorts of people and the world, and he was still confident that everything was under control.

The two came to the inflatable mobile operating room, and several nurses immediately came forward to change the clothes of the surgeon and the patient.

They may have had a doctor or nurse license, but it was later revoked; or for other reasons, they are unable to return to the normal medical system. This is why they appear here for the generous hush money and rewards.

While the surgeon's decision to perform surgery that day after only a cursory glance at the medical records was unreliable, everyone else had other things to do, so it was better to get it done quickly and go home early. So, no one said anything.

Regardless, they all have clinical medical experience and know when to do what. As long as they don't let down their guard, the success or failure will belong to the surgeon.

After everyone changed their clothes, they walked through the disinfection passage and entered the mobile sterile inflatable operating room. The fat old man took the initiative to lie down on the operating table and prepare for anesthesia.

The anesthesiologist was about to begin explaining the procedure when he said, "It will take fifteen to twenty minutes to administer general anesthesia. It will require intubation, so it may be painful. Please be aware, sir."

Since it wasn't a formal surgery, there was no need to sign any consent forms. The anesthesiologist came over with a syringe and began preparing for anesthesia.

But the tinker stopped him and said, "Half-body anesthesia will do."

"But this kind of major surgery..."

"I'm the surgeon, so just listen to me. If you're so capable, then you can do it yourselves. I'm quitting." The repairman said domineeringly.

This attitude left the others somewhat bewildered. However, the fearless, white, and fat man lying on the operating table didn't see anything wrong with the doctor's statement. He nodded, urging the others to cooperate.

Being so straightforward, in fact, is somewhat of a broken pot mentality. Since I have chosen to believe him, I can only believe him to the end.

So, with the help of a group of people, the fat old man lay on his side, holding up his legs and curling them like shrimps, just to make his spinal cord more prominent and easier to inject.

But finding the right injection spot for a body covered in fat is not so easy, especially since the anesthesiologist himself wasn't a top performer and had been kicked out of the medical system after a botched procedure.

Unable to bear it any longer, the tinkerer snatched the syringe from the man's hand, administered spinal anesthesia, and then roughly threw the syringe into the used collection tray.

Spinal anesthesia takes one to two minutes to take effect, but that alone doesn't guarantee a smooth operation. The tinkerer couldn't recklessly use super-speed to perform surgery in front of everyone.

So he had to make sure the patient wouldn't move during the operation, and that he could stay awake...

To this end, the repairman unfolded the cloth bag he brought in, and inside was a row of gold needles used in traditional Chinese acupuncture.

This unconventional tinkerer has not received formal training in either Chinese or Western medicine. Therefore, he uses whatever is available, rather than strictly following any specific method or procedure.

Just by seeing that he can use a soldering iron or a welding gun to stop bleeding, you can tell how wild his methods are.

Acupuncture and acupressure were also within the scope of the tinker's research. Combining this with Western medicine's knowledge of the nervous and circulatory systems allowed him to develop some unique approaches.

At least after being pierced by the long needles, the fat old man could no longer feel the area below his neck. This made him, who was still conscious, feel a sense of panic.

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Chapter 232 Surgery

"What's going on? What did you do to me?" The fat old white man showed a panic tone for the first time.

The tinker explained, "Ordinary partial anesthesia alone won't be enough to carry out the surgery. You need to remain conscious, and you need a shorter recovery time. Acupuncture, a traditional Chinese medicine technique, can make up for some of these shortcomings."

A common problem among Westerners is that they attribute everything to the mysterious East, and then they believe it inexplicably.

In fact, regarding the method of using gold needles to break meridians, most public Chinese medicine books do not mention how to paralyze people or block nerve senses. They only have some methods to relax muscles and promote blood circulation.

To say it couldn't be done wasn't entirely accurate, since the tinkerer had figured out some tricks on his own. Perhaps this was a secret knowledge passed down through oral and practical instruction, never recorded in writing, in the tradition of Traditional Chinese Medicine. At least he couldn't find any useful information.

But ultimately, it was just the tinkerer's own speculation, without any systematic research or extensive human experiments. So he could only accumulate experience in the process of treating the wounded and slowly adjust the use of his acupuncture.

To this day, even without the spinal injection, the repairman can still make this old fat man lie still on the operating table, but he is conscious and can not only watch, but also curse.

Just to be on the safe side, I gave him an extra injection of Western medicine anesthesia, just in case the trick I figured out wasn't up to par and this fat guy jumped on me.

This wasn't the Tinker's intention to cause trouble, it was part of his plan...

When the fat old white man was completely under his control, the repairman disinfected the area and then neatly made a large V-shaped incision on the affected area, lifting the skin to reveal where the internal organs should be.