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Chapter 42 God-level surgery

Zhang Yong was very polite because he saw the horrific wounds on Qin Dazhuang's body.

He secretly counted them, and there were as many as seventy or eighty places, large and small.

The dents left by bullet holes, the scars caused by sharp blade cuts, the dislocation of bone deformations, etc.

This can no longer be described by normal human posture.

Zhang Yong felt a sense of awe in his heart.

This is a walking military medal.

If a normal person had this number and intensity of scars, he would probably be dead a long time ago, right?

Zhang Yong's Qi-gazing Technique can see the black energy on Qin Dazhuang's body everywhere, which shows that almost all of his scars are caused by fatal injuries.

But soon, Zhang Yong saw an even more terrifying black energy.

Black air vortex!

It is located in the area from the heart to the subcostal area.

Zhang Yong touched it with his hand and immediately detected an unusual flow of blood.

"Where...are you?"

"You are indeed a miracle doctor. You can find this wound with the naked eye. You are the first miracle doctor I have ever seen!"

Qin Dazhuang couldn't help but praise, "And you are right, there are three shrapnel here, which have become part of my body, close to the heart, and have become stuck with the flesh and blood!"

Only then did Zhang Yong understand why Qin Dazhuang had not undergone surgery for so many years.

This kind of adhesion in the heart is the most fatal.

Qin Dazhuang is not young anymore. For safety reasons, he has always been treated conservatively.

"How's it going? Do you have the confidence to help me take out the shrapnel?" Qin Dazhuang asked.

"You underestimate me too much. This kind of surgery is not difficult for me!"

"Young man, please don't brag. No one would dare to perform my surgery!"

Qin Dazhuang glared slightly and said, "How can you guarantee the safety of the operation?"

"It's up to you. If I say I can do it, if you don't believe it, there's nothing you can do about it!"

"How about you give me a try? In medicine, don't they all use mice?"

Qin Dazhuang's request made Zhang Yong laugh.

But there is no way, the life of a big man like him is definitely worth thousands of troops.

Zhang Yong also had to perform a truly significant operation to completely reassure the old man.

"Okay, I'll get a mouse!"

It is not easy to catch a mouse inside or outside the house in the countryside.

Zhang Yong's skills are comparable to those of special forces.

Half an hour later, the mouse was clean and ready to be disemboweled!

Only then did the old lady and Qin Ruoruo realize that the old man had hidden it from them for so many years because he was afraid that they would worry and would rather hide it for the rest of his life.

No wonder they were sent away before.

Zhang Yong really admires Qin Dazhuang, he is definitely an iron-blooded man.

When he performs surgery on mice, he has only one standard.

Remove the heart and you can't die!

Moved into the heart, it can still survive!

"This...how is it possible!" The old lady was the first to object.

She is a military doctor herself, and she cannot understand this kind of counterintuitive thing.

"It's okay if you hide it from me, junior. What's the point of hiding it from me? I don't agree to do such a dangerous operation!"

Qin Dazhuang held the old lady's hand with a smile and said with a smile, "Shouldn't we do it for the mouse first? If the mouse doesn't die, I will do it later, don't worry."

No matter what, Zhang Yong has to prove himself.

Soon, the operation began, and Zhang Yong used the Qi Condensation Knife!

Compared with the previous time when he condensed Qi into needles, Zhang Yong's Qi has risen to a higher level.

"It's amazing...this...can be cut with your hands? Is it so sharp?"

Qin Dazhuang was amazed.

He has seen many strange people and strange things in the army and among the people.

But Zhang Yong's methods are even more clever.

He vaguely felt that this was not qigong, at least, not what ordinary people thought of qigong.

Under Zhang Yong's astonishing method of condensing energy into a sword, the mouse seemed to feel no pain at all.

It had a sly look on its face and was turning around. It just wanted to run, but its body couldn't move.

"The acupoints were tapped??? There was no blood at all???"

Just now, Qin Dazhuang was a little calm, but now he can no longer be calm.

Zhang Yong’s scalpel kills without showing blood.

The entire operation process finally ended in the amazement of Qin Dazhuang's family.

The mouse's heart, after leaving the body for about three minutes, still maintains the blood flow pump effect, which can supply blood flow throughout the body and keep the mouse alive.

"How was it? Now I'm going to put it back!"

The results of Zhang Yong's surgery broke Qin Dazhuang's cognition.

The old lady was the most shocked. She had seen many outstanding surgeons, but none of them could be like Zhang Yong.

One hour after the operation, the mouse showed no symptoms of discomfort.

Its heart, after being sewn back and locked in a cage, was still beating vigorously.

"Can i do it now?"

Zhang Yong looked at Qin Dazhuang's family as if they were looking at gods, and he couldn't help but smile.

This surgery is absolutely world-class.

"Good boy, if you are cruel enough, the old man will go crazy with you and prepare for the operation!"

Zhang Yong's superb surgery impressed the old lady and Qin Ruoruo.

They said nothing more and started preparing immediately.

There is no need for a high-end operating room. Zhang Yong's surgery can be performed anytime and anywhere.

Two hours later, it was already early morning.

Zhang Yong walked out of the room.

The old lady rushed up immediately.

"How about it?"

"You can go in now. The old man is in good condition. I have the magic medicine with me!"

The magic medicine that Zhang Yong mentioned is, of course, the Resurrection Pill.

After the operation, the old man finally woke up after being unconscious for less than ten minutes.

"Ah...this damn thing was finally dug out of my body, damn..."

Qin Dazhuang's tone was particularly apologetic, as if the injustice of the century had been washed away.

"Young man, you are so amazing. Are you interested in becoming a soldier? I recommend you to go?"

Qin Dazhuang's words made Zhang Yong a little confused.

It's not that he doesn't want to be a soldier, but in the past there were quotas for being a soldier, so you didn't just apply if you wanted to.

He who graduated from a technical secondary school and went to join the army would become a platoon leader after he died.

And now they are all high-tech soldiers. They start as college students and have a lot of postgraduate and doctoral students.

Others graduate and become captains and company commanders.

"Men must serve as soldiers to become men!"

Qin Dazhuang was a little unhappy when he saw Zhang Yong, and curled his lips and said, "Your medical skills will definitely develop greatly when you join the army. I really hope that our soldiers will have doctors like you, and their illnesses and deaths will be reduced."

The old man said it a little emotionally, maybe because he was thinking of his dead comrades in the past.

Zhang Yong said seriously, "If I have the opportunity, I would also like to go, but not now. If you need it, you can come to me directly."

"Good boy, if you say this, I will often come to play with you in the future!"

The retirement life of Qin Dazhuang, a veteran cadre, may depend on Zhang Yong, his old friend.

"Well, you are welcome to come. I will prescribe some medicine for you. It will take about a month. If you take it on time, your body will be full of vitality and you will live a long life!"

"Okay, okay, you are such a kid. You are very open when you talk and do things. The old man likes it very much!"

Qin Dazhuang glanced back at Qin Ruoruo, "By the way, my little granddaughter is also full of praise for you."

"...Grandpa, please...don't talk nonsense. I didn't praise him!"

Qin Ruoruo glanced at Zhang Yong sheepishly, remembering the intimacy between the two that night.

Her pretty face, with red clouds flying around, looked like a pregnant girl.

The old lady brought the tea, this time with a smile on her face, and delivered it to Zhang Yong herself.

"Xiao Zhang, do you have a girlfriend? Let me introduce you to one?"


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