"They are all ready. They are all spare organs carefully selected by Ms. Maya Hansen from the breeding cabin." After so many years, Mary, the high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order, is still the same girl wearing a thick beer bottle.
A blond girl with bottom glasses, but hard work and extensive knowledge allowed her to put aside the impetuousness caused by excessive hormones, and became calm, steady, intellectual and loyal, becoming the person the emperor needed. Not everyone in the cult
She could endure such a boring life isolated from the outside world. After all, the order was in decline at that time, and there were only a few people who were truly willing to devote themselves to the path of the arcane. Therefore, Mary had to execute the rebels with her own hands before reporting. "We and Supilu
I have conducted experiments on the samples left by Liumas, and your design is outstanding. The alchemy contained in the cells of the Praetorian Guards can make the spare organs become your real organs."
The emperor nodded, meaning shut up.
Mary shut her mouth.
She talks too much, and there are many things that the emperor knows. She knows that if she cannot control her admiration, then the emperor will keep her away from her current position, because he does not need someone who is not calm. "
I need you to monitor Supiluliumas's vital signs, Mary." The high priest of the Sola Red Forest Druid Order raised his head and saw the emperor's tired eyes behind the transparent goggles. The sterilized automatic surgical machine microscope
The receiver is embedded in the eyepiece, and the precision brass gears are smeared with disinfectant ointment as lubricant. "Among all the people here, only you can become the anesthesiologist of Supiluliumas."
"I will." Mary nodded, "The meningeal anesthesia is ready, I still need to calculate some data."
"Before my cleaning procedure is completed," the emperor said, "before that, I will provide the plasma for the operation."
Stephen Strange was forced into a surgical suit. Under the guidance of a servitor wearing a heavy protective suit, he brushed his hands and put on rubber gloves. At this moment, he really started to get nervous. He felt that his palms hurt badly, and his brain
Everything went blank, and the knowledge he was forced to read on the plane was completely forgotten at this moment. He had never seen such a surgical scene, not to mention that he was now wearing a protective suit, and was separated from the whole world by a layer of lenses.
Like a dream.
A pure white machine with hundreds of tiny claws stretched out was moved by a robotic arm above the operating table. Next to this behemoth was a type of computerized tomography testing instrument, and on the other side was an industrial cutting instrument.
It continuously spits out long and thin streams of high-temperature plasma heat, and there is still the smell of burnt metal in the air.
He didn't understand the functions and operating procedures of these machines, nor how he should plan his surgery.
Maybe he knows, but now he can't remember.
Everything seemed huge, even the height of the operating table exceeded his height, which made him look like a dwarf who had strayed into the land of giants. Or worse, he was reminded of his early experiences in medical school. Chapter 1
During an autopsy, he was scolded for being dull and nervous. At that time, his hands were shaking just as badly as they are now.
The operation has already begun, and there is only one person performing the operation.
Stephen Strange saw the emperor in surgical clothes skillfully operating a scalpel to separate the skin and muscles and drain out the accumulated blood. After putting down the scalpel, he operated a machine with hundreds of thin metal limbs to accurately cauterize the bleeding points and sew up tiny details.
blood vessels, and then took out new tissue from the box next to him to start the next round of filling. The emperor moved very quickly. Every few seconds he would drop the scalpel to control the machine. His movements were faster than any surgeon in the world.
Accurate and stable. At the same time, he had to pay attention to various data displayed on the other side of the screen, such as blood oxygen content, drug concentration in the body, etc. These data were very detailed, with hundreds of pieces of data flowing like a waterfall on the black screen.
, misrecognizing the numbers after the decimal point may cause big trouble.
Dozens of pipelines carrying blood, medicine and oxygen are connected to the huge human body on the operating table. The blood oxygen is mixed outside the body and then re-transported into the body. Apart from these things, Stephen Strange does not recognize any of them.
, he did not recognize the overly thick bone plates on the screen, nor did he recognize several small organs that had never been seen before under the liver, nor did he know the function of the extra layers of skin than ordinary people.
The smell of blood in the air smells of copper and iron.
"What should I do?" He squeezed out a sentence with a dry throat, "I can't even hold the scalpel."
"Do what you should do." The emperor's voice came from behind the mask, and those dark eyes calmed Stephen Strange down. His surgical clothes were covered with blood, and he saw Stephen Strange
Still standing there stupidly, the emperor's tone became a little harsh. "I will not use Supiluliumas's life to let you grow. You must show your value now." He kicked his foot.
"Stand here, put your hands on the joystick. Concentrate on what you see. I need you to help me suture the nerves. I can't do this by myself."
Stephen Strange blinked hard.
As his hands touched the joystick of the surgical machine, he recalled the files he had read on the data pad. His first job was to repair an internal nerve, but the nervous system he saw was not simple.
The autonomic nervous system has an extremely complex design in the thick ganglion. Stephen Strange is sure that there is no such ganglion in the human body, so he speculates that this may mean that the person lying on the operating table has the ability to control this internal organ.
Through movement, the brain can feel the working conditions of the internal organs.
On the road of evolution measured in units of hundreds of millions of years, complex organs mean consuming more calories, more calories means more food, more food means greater survival pressure, and just a larger brain capacity consumes
Humans have a lot of calories and do not have more caloric redundancy to evolve such extraordinary organs, nor do they have time to conduct trial and error evolution of extraordinary organs. These never-before-seen organs and tissues bear functions that ordinary people do not need
, however, a surgeon knows how to appreciate this beauty, which is a complex function that nature takes longer to brew.
"It's amazing." He thought of the information he saw about this organ on the data pad, but even the text did not describe the function of the organ to him. "This organ is connected to the stomach, what is its purpose?"
"Filtering toxins and decomposing the genome." The emperor said without raising his head. "It allows the Imperial Guard to adapt to the most difficult living environment and maintain combat capability. Don't ask any more questions, you just need to follow the information you know."
Come on. Mary, make sure the amount of meningeal anesthesia is sufficient, this operation will take at least twelve hours."
No one knows what happened after the emperor and the imperial guards walked into the silver stone door. No one except him knows the whereabouts of the Yasok family, let alone Supi, who has unparalleled combat capabilities and strong armor.
Luliumas, what kind of enemy did he encounter to fall into such a near-death situation? The emperor did not answer Stephen Strange's any information about the details of Supiluliumas's injury, and he was determined not to disclose it.
Any useful information, Stephen Strange also shut his mouth again because he was asking for trouble and focused on his work.
He did not realize at all that his hands could actually control extremely precise surgical machinery.
When Wanda Maximoff and Lara Croft's aircraft landed on the tarmac at Karma Taj's Himalayan headquarters, a Warden Praetorian Guard took over the job from the accompanying knight.
The thick red and black shirt was covered with snow powder. Lara Croft had never been to this place. She only learned that Kama Taj was located in the Himalayas when she was approaching her destination. However, she was still attracted by this snowy valley.
I was shocked by the beautiful scenery. The beautiful spring-like scene all year round was only a step away from the towering snow peaks, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking it from the outside.
Mordo dejectedly took another plane back with other exhausted mystics. Master Hamil walked up and said something to him, and then Mordo walked back to his room along the path.
"My Lord is back." The warden seemed to see Wanda Maximoff's doubts, so he took the initiative to provide information. "But he doesn't have time to see you or anyone else now."