The operation had been going on for nearly four hours. Su Yuan's body was suffering from multiple organ failure. The doctor in charge of Liboron had already injected him with low-light medicine four times.
The shimmering medicine, which is more effective than adrenaline for ordinary people, enters Su Yuan's body and makes no sound like a mud cow sinking into the sea.
With huge financial support, Su Yuan's kidneys and liver have all been replaced with mechanical prostheses, but his blood pressure is still slowly dropping.
"Heart rate 140, high pressure 80, low pressure 50." The assistant wiped the sweat from the doctor's head with a towel and looked at the life monitor and said.
"Another 500 mL of emergency plasma, 1 mg of epinephrine, and 10 mL of high-concentration shimmer. No need to consider side effects." Dr. August (Su Yuan's former attending physician, who forgot to take a look at Chapter 7) beside the surgeon said calmly.
commanded.
Su Yuan's life was hanging by a thread.
During the nearly four-hour operation, Su Yuan suffered heart failure several times, but he still managed to survive.
Stubbornly unwilling to bow to death.
"The heart rate is 148, the high pressure is 87, and the low pressure is 59. Almost all the blood in his body has been replaced by emergency plasma. If the injection continues, I'm afraid the organ failure will be more serious." After the assistant intramuscularly injected 1 mg of adrenal hormone, he injected intravenous light and watched.
The vital signs meter said to Dr. August.
"Immediately remove the musculoskeletal parts that have no chance of recovery. With the heart rate below 155 and the high pressure above 95, start 3D printing directly." Dr. Bogust calmly ordered.
The chief surgeon frowned and nodded to confirm with his assistant.
Su Yuanyan…
Purple scar-like lesions appeared in many parts of the limbs, and the muscle tissue changed from normal red to lavender. The instrument showed that the purple muscles contained yridium energy radioactive sources... which was most likely the culprit of Su Yuan's lesions.
As of now, there is no chance of getting entangled.
The laser cutting machine starts working and begins to remove the malignant muscles and bones according to the location of the lesion marked on the illumination machine.
The laser flashes, but there is no blood splash.
On Su Yuan's withered body, strange muscles and bones were peeling off.
The once tall man almost turned into a human pig as the laser flashed.
"Heart rate 170, high pressure 75, low pressure 31." The assistant whispered.
Su Yuan had more than a dozen tubes, large and small, inserted into his body, and his breathing through the oxygen mask suddenly became rapid.
"Increase the low-light dose." August stared at the vital signs meter.
"Doctor! The cause of the patient's disease is the irradiation drug. Continuing the injection is tantamount to drinking poison to quench his thirst! The more injections, the patient may be able to survive for a while... but it will have a negative impact after all!"
"beat!"
Before the assistant could respond, the surgeon in charge had already added a measured amount of shimmering medicine to the injection tip of the tube embedded in Su Yuan's arm.
"Heart rate 167, high pressure 76, low pressure 39."
"Now, turn on the printer." The laser cutting machine removed the last piece of the lesion and replaced it. The assistant removed the tourniquet, and the surgeon ordered calmly.
The fractures of blood vessels and muscles were clearly visible in the treated wound. The pressure of the tournique was suddenly lost, and emergency plasma mixed with blood began to flow gurglingly.
As the assistant pressed the start button of the 3D printer, two robotic arms stretched out from both sides of the operating table. The 3D printer, which had already preset the mode, projected a blue light and shadow along the cross section of the severed limb.
The blue light and shadow form the shape of the missing limbs. If you look closely, you can clearly find the skeletal muscles and blood vessels projected in the blue light and shadow.
Immediately afterwards, a relatively thick tube protruded from each of the two robotic arms, approached the wound, and began to print bones in the shape of blue light and shadow.
The granular objects sprayed out of the tube aggregated, and a grid-like prototype of a leg bone was quickly sketched. Then a welding gun-style needle protruded from the robotic arm and began to inject milky white liquid into the small cavities formed by the grid.
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In less than two minutes, the prototypes of the leg bones and arm bones were completed. The red light swept out from the robotic arm shone on the liquid that had not completely solidified to accelerate solidification, making the new bones harder.
Thirty seconds later, the robotic arm began to rapidly reshape the connective tissue on the completely formed bone, and occasionally added some chitin to strengthen the interface between the new bone and the original bone.
Tendons, periosteum, skeletal muscles, blood vessels, and skin were reshaped very quickly with the efforts of the 3D printer. In about five or six minutes, Su Yuan's limbs were back on his body. If it weren't for the fact that the color of the skin was different from before.
, it’s hard to imagine that these are artificial limbs.
Su Lei, who was outside the operating room, saw this in her eyes, her heart was pounding, and she looked at the medical staff next to her.
"Can the body printed in this way restore its previous functions?"
"Basically capable."
"Basic?"
"It's like emergency plasma, which has exactly the same composition as blood, but in order to avoid rejection, it has no specificity (blood type). Similarly, limbs and internal organs will also lose their specificity, requiring the body to metabolize for a long time.
Restore the original ingredients, if the medicine is used properly, you are lucky enough, and there is no rejection reaction after the nerve is implanted, it may be as flexible as before."
"..."
Su Lei said nothing.
Su Yuanyan is already a candle in the wind, so what if he can regain his function?
Suddenly, the vital signs detector made a harsh beeping sound.
Su Yuan's blood pressure and heart rate dropped visibly.
Dr. August stared at the instrument intently.
"Continue to inject the shimmering potion..."
The surgeon in charge slowly shook his head.
"No chance, doctor. My heart muscle has failed. We don't have enough time to replace it with an artificial heart, and we don't have enough time to install a pacemaker."
"beat!"
Ten milliliters.
Twenty milliliters.
Thirty milliliters.
In just four hours of rescue, Su Yuan's heart stopped and restarted six times.
Dr. August has been practicing medicine for nearly 40 years and has never seen anyone with such a strong will to survive.
pity…
For the seventh time, Su Yuan's heart gradually stopped pulsing.
Amidst the beeping of alarms, the electrocardiogram finally became a straight line.
"Prepare for defibrillation!" The surgeon in charge was expressionless as he made his last effort.
The defibrillator was quickly placed on Su Yuan.
"first!"
The electrocardiograph showed no improvement.
"the second time!"
The electrocardiograph is still a straight line with no fluctuations.
"Check physical signs!"
"Loss of radial pulse!"
"Femoral pulse missing!"
"Breathing stopped!"
"My pupils are dilated to a fixed level and there is no light response!"
"Brain waves disappear!"
One piece of bad news came one after another.
The chief surgeon silently put down the scalpel and glanced at the clock on the wall.
"The patient's time of death was one o'clock in the morning."
There was silence in the operating room.
Su Lei looked at her silent father on the hospital bed blankly.
It shouldn't be like this...
My father still had many unfinished ambitions, why would he leave like this?
He can't die yet...
As if he heard the girl's prayer, suddenly, there was a small ups and downs on the electrocardiograph.
A small beep sounded like a shot in the arm for everyone present.
In Su Yuan's chest that had not yet been sutured, the heart that had just been as deflated as a persimmon pulsed.
Then, bang bang, bang bang.
The heart beat weakly but firmly.
Everyone present was shocked and at a loss.
Medical death and resurrection are absolute miracles in anyone's eyes. biqμgètνt
On the operating table, Su Yuan's fingers trembled.
The corners of his mouth moved slightly.
Only Dr. Auguste, who was closest to him, read through lip reading, and he said thank you.
…
A purple aerogel-like force field enveloped the entire Yanjing Libolong Weiyi Institute of Human Body Branch.
Everything in the aerogel is frozen at the moment when the position unfolds.
The door to the institute was pushed open, and a man in home clothes walked in.
He looks ordinary, neither fat nor thin, nor tall nor short.
The man can move through the force field without hindrance.
Everyone in the institute maintains the same appearance as when the force field was deployed, either in a hurry or in a high-spirited manner.
Thousands of people and thousands of faces.
Different shapes and colors.
Deng Jianxing walked all the way to the door of the operating room, where the red light during surgery was on, and stopped for the first time.
Looking at Su Lei who was so sad that she looked numb, Deng Jianxing smiled and touched her face, pushed open the door of the operating room and walked inside.
The Martial God's hand gently touched Su Yuan's shoulder.
Thus, the dead came to life.
"You can't die yet, I'll lend you three months."
Without waiting for a response from the operating table, the God of War floated away in the force field.
The purple light dissipated and no one came.
The heart on the operating table started beating again.
