Baron walked to the door, opened it a crack, and issued an eviction order: "Okay, that's all that needs to be said. You can leave. I don't care about you breaking into a house privately. We will just pretend that we have never met."

Kino did not move, just stared at the fire and said silently: "If I heard correctly, you just said 'basically not', which basically... means that theoretically there is still a possibility of success."

Baron rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Why are you so stubborn... It's like asking me if I can win 50 million by buying a lottery ticket. Strictly speaking, yes, it is true.

There is a one in 100 million chance of winning the jackpot, but this probability is statistically meaningless."

"The same goes for your injured patient. The success rate of the operation is infinitely close to 0. This probability is pitifully small. Do you understand?"

Kino: "So, there is still a possibility of success."

Balon lost his temper and said feebly: "Okay, okay, there's a chance, okay?"

"Then do me a favor." Chino took out the business card and a black bank card he gave before and put them on the table, "One billion US dollars, help me save people."

"Did you introduce me from the past? You told me earlier, it made me so nervous. When I was young, she helped me a lot in the past. I must give her face." Baron saw the business card and said,

His expression became much more relaxed. He then looked at the bank card on the table, frowned and asked, "One billion US dollars, God, I have never seen such an offer... Which big shot are you trying to save?"

"

Kino: "You don't need to ask this."

Baron smiled bitterly. He lifted up his sleeves, revealing his hands full of scars and sutures, and sighed: "My friend, no matter it is such a high reward or the face of the past, I will be happy to help you."

. But I don’t know if I have told you about my condition before. My hands have been disabled by my enemies a long time ago. Now I can’t even hold a spoon, let alone perform surgery on people.”

Chino: "I'm not asking you to do the surgery yourself, I'm asking you to teach me."

Baron became even more confused: "Are you a doctor?"

Kino: "No."

Balon couldn't understand the situation at all, and said inexplicably: "You are really the strangest person I have ever seen. You are not a doctor but you have to learn surgical techniques, and the wounded only have 12 hours left to live. Do you want me to be there at 12?"

To teach you the technique within an hour? This is impossible."

"And do you think anyone can learn surgery if they want to? It requires unremitting efforts and practice. If you want to reach my level, you need at least decades of clinical experience, plus very outstanding talent. It's not that I look down on it.

Do you, do you have this kind of talent?"

"Wha—" Without any warning, Kino suddenly picked up the knife on the table and threw it at the cat huddled in the corner.

The table knife scratched the tip of the cat's ear and nailed it to the wall behind. The poor cat was so frightened that it jumped more than one meter high. It panicked and squeezed into a closet, and kept huffing at Kino.

"Damn you freak! What are you doing?!" Baron was immediately furious. He quickly picked up the cat and protected it in his arms, and yelled at Kino, "Get out of here! You are not welcome here!"

Kino pointed to the knife nailed to the wall and motioned for Baron to go over and take a look.

Baron glanced at Kino suspiciously, walked to the wall and began to look at the table knife. Suddenly, his pupils slowly lost focus, and he murmured to himself: "Oh God..."

There was no trace of blood on this table knife. It was obvious that when it scratched the cat's ear just now, it flew completely close to the cat's ear and did not hurt the skin at all. It only scraped off a small amount of cat hair, and the tip of the knife had a sharp thorn in the center.

A flea clinging to cat fur!

Baron pulled out the table knife and looked at the pierced flea carefully. The knife was stabbed so accurately that such a small flea was actually cut in half by the blade. What's even more amazing is that the flea was completely cut from

The cut in the middle is like an extremely precise anatomy.

Baron took a breath and couldn't help but exclaimed: "God, are you a robot? How can you control your strength so accurately..."

Kino did not answer directly, but asked silently: "Are you qualified to study with you?"

Baron scratched the back of his head and asked hesitantly: "If it is 12 hours, it will definitely not work. The study time will definitely be in years."

Chino: "It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time."

Baron nodded, pressed a mechanism on the closet, and opened the secret door leading to the basement: "Come on, let's try to fight death."

...

For the next six months, Kino and Baron lived in this small house on the shores of Lake Baikal.

Baron has had apprentices before, and many of them have outstanding talents. However, no matter how talented those people are, young people always like to take a break from their busy schedule, either sneaking to the town to drink, or spending the night outside with the women they hooked up with.

Balon never blamed these people unless they indulged too much.

People always have their own desires. How can there be a person in the world who can study and work all the time and never relax? The machine has to be turned off occasionally, wiped with dust, and lubricated.

Baron is not opposed to young people having fun. They should relax when they should, and only by combining work and rest can they achieve higher efficiency.

However, now this apprentice is extremely pure, so pure that Balon sometimes feels scared.

In the six months since Chino came to school, in addition to his daily life, he spent 20 hours a day in the basement, either learning techniques from Baron or practicing on simulated human props based on the injury imaging chart. He did not read newspapers during the day.

, I don’t bask in the sun at noon, I don’t go to pubs at dusk, I don’t go out to find women at night, and I don’t have any entertainment activities.

If an ordinary person were to practice like this in the dark from morning to night, with no entertainment or social interaction, and feel like a tight spring, they would probably go crazy within a few weeks.

But Kino is like an emotionless, infinitely wearable robot, without any emotional ups and downs, never tired, never bored.

Sometimes, Balon would even suspect that if he opened Kino's chest and took a look, what was inside might not be a heart of flesh and blood, but a mechanical power core.

Even Chino looks like a robot when performing simulated surgery. His amber eyes will lose all emotion, and the knife becomes more precise than a precision instrument. Even the young Baron could not match it.

On the 187th day of practice, the lottery was won - Chino succeeded in a simulated surgery for the first time, removing all the projectile fragments without harming his life.

But this is far from enough.

All the operations before this had failed for Kino. This success can only show that there is a slim hope. It is an unexpected blessing in a big gamble. You must keep practicing, over and over again, to make the small and pitiful probability infinite.

Push to 100%.

There were countless opportunities to practice surgery in his previous life, but when he returned to Solandelle, he only had one chance.
Chapter completed!