Ten minutes later, Arthur and Grand Duke Hall were kicked out of the operating room. Greenville and the others needed absolute concentration without being disturbed, and it seemed that Greenville was becoming more serious.
"Is it really possible? Just rely on that kid?" Arthur asked, sitting on a bench nearby.
"If you can do it, don't underestimate Constantine." Celestial Knight Hall said, "That kid has very high concentration and very dexterous hands. So far, he has saved countless people who were seriously injured and were on the verge of death.
Little animals. I still remember a skylark that was bitten by a fox and was completely torn to pieces. With his treatment, it only took a month for it to fly again."
"Maybe he is just a coward and a crybaby who sews up a skylark while crying. But his hands can summon miracles, [Hands of God]." Grand Duke Hall said.
In the operating room.
Greenville was shocked.
Human hands can actually move so fast, and there is no waste of energy in every movement. They are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and as fast as brilliant lights.
Greenville almost had to compress her sense of time to the limit before she could barely see Constantine's moving hands. Despite this, what Greenville saw in her eyes were just the afterimages of hands one after another.
In fact, she couldn't see how Constantine's hands moved and what trajectory they followed.
Unbelievable! Is this really the action of a child?
No------Is the person in front of me really a child?
There must be something wrong. The person in front of me is actually some kind of god descending to earth or possessed by a god. In the absolute time that is almost stationary, he is constantly doing a lot of sewing work, using the hand of God to save the world---
---!?
With the help of a magnifying glass, Constantine used special fine sutures to sew up the nerves and blood vessels at high speed, used steel wires to connect the cervical vertebrae, and used fine catgut to sew the muscles, throat and other tissues.
Hundreds and thousands of nerves were stitched together in an instant, and the whole process was faster than imagined.
Greenville had no choice but to tighten her nerves and keep giving instructions. Her brain had to work at a high speed. Even if she was a beat slower, it would affect Constantine's next actions. She was probably under more pressure than Constantine.
Even bigger: In order not to slow down Constantine's progress, she had to increase her speed to an unprecedented level!
Greenwell, who was already very skilled in surgery, with fast and delicate techniques, felt for the first time that she was left far behind by the speed of others. But she didn't even have the thought of being unwilling to give in.
Time to take care of it!
Two hours and thirty minutes have passed. Tens of thousands of nerves have been perfectly sewn up by Constantine. The places that should be connected have basically been connected. At this time, Constantine was also exhausted.
.
"Ugh...I'll leave you with the rest." Constantine put down the sutures in his hands and fell to the ground with a thud.
"What should I do?" asked the therapist on the side.
"I, I'll take over," Greenville said. She was already very tired, but she still managed to hold on and must complete the operation. "Fortunately, most of the sutures have been completed, and all that needs to be done next is
Just suture the skin and a few blood vessels and it will be fine."
It was just a little bit off. Greenwell thought so. But it took her nearly half an hour to complete this last step. This was the difference between her and Constantine.
"Huh..." When she walked out of the operating room, Greenwell was already sweating profusely from exhaustion. "The operation should be successful. Next, it depends on the child's own vitality."
Arthur walked up and asked, "It's only been three hours since the operation. Is it over so soon?"
"Three hours? Why do I feel like...several...days..." The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and Greenville lost consciousness before she finished speaking.
Before she fainted and fell to the ground, she was hugged by Arthur. "It's so warm..." she murmured softly.
When she woke up, it was almost evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone in from the lounge window.
"Oh, you're awake? Do you want to drink some black tea? It can help relieve fatigue." Arthur handed the girl a cup of earl gray tea, and the aroma of black tea echoed in front of Greenville.
"Huh," she took it and took a sip, "Not bad, but remember to add a tablespoon of milk and half a tablespoon of sugar next time."
"I will pay attention next time." Arthur said.
"Ugh, my head hurts..." Constantine seemed to be awake too. He got up from the sofa and covered his head in pain.
"Come over quickly and drink tea and eat some cake." Arthur said, "If you add enough sugar, the headache will be gone."
"Is there anything delicious? It's great." Constantine ran over, picked up the cake, stuffed it into his mouth, and mixed it with black tea.
What a sloppy, gobbling look, Greenwell thought to herself. Only when eating does this child really behave like a child.
She recalled the child's godlike and exquisite skills during the operation. This child has endless potential. If he learns medical knowledge well, he will have a bright future. He is like a rough diamond. As long as it is cut and polished, it will become incomparable.
He is so dazzling that he can reach a height that no one has ever reached in the world, no, in human history. He will become a famous doctor that will be passed down through the ages.
"Child, I heard that you are an orphan?" Greenville asked, "Since you have nowhere to go, do you want to follow your sister? I can teach you all kinds of medical knowledge. After you learn it, there is no cure in the world."
Anyone can surpass you in the field of surgery. Your talent can save countless people."
"This------" Constantine was stunned for a moment. He was a little excited at first, "No, forget it. To be honest, I hate studying, and I am also afraid of bloody things like surgery.
I had to do it before, to save people.
However, grandpa said that children should just concentrate on playing, and the future should be decided when they grow up. If you decide now in a hurry, if you think it is not suitable and you want to change it later, it will become very troublesome, or even
Maybe I can’t change even if I want to. I don’t want to encounter something like this.”
"But------"
"Hey, and I already have someone [appointment]. Uncle Cador said that after he settles the family affairs, he will come to adopt me and pick me up from the orphanage." Constantine smiled
Said, "That's why I still can't leave with you, sister."
"But your talent..."
"Forget it, Greenville." Arthur stopped him, "The kid is right, his future is up to him to decide. Even if he plans to waste his talent, it is still his decision, and we have no choice.
Quan intervened. Please respect his decision."
"...Okay, I won't care about this matter." Greenville said.
"By the way," Arthur took advantage of Grand Duke Hall's absence and asked, "Why do you always call Grand Duke Hall grandpa? He doesn't look that old?"
"I don't know. Grandpa is grandpa. The children in the orphanage have called him grandpa a long time ago, and the older brothers and sisters who have left the orphanage have always called him this way. Although he looks very young, Lu
Sister Si said that grandpa is actually over eighty years old."
"What?" Arthur was surprised, but when he saw Greenville who was also surprised, he immediately asked: "What are you surprised about? Don't you know the details of Grand Duke Hall?"
"Know his details? How is that possible!" Greenville waved her hand and chuckled, "Indeed, Dad has a good relationship with Grand Duke Hall. But that is their friendship and has nothing to do with me. I treat him
I don’t know much, at most I’ve known him as my uncle since I was a child. Hey, so to speak, he even hugged me when I was a child!...The Grand Duke Hall at that time looked exactly the same as he does now...completely
Nothing has changed!"
"He has not aged a bit in these ten years!"
At this point, Arthur already knew in his heart that Hall was definitely not a pure human being.
Elves, giants, or the blood of other photon creatures? Maybe even... succubus?
At the same time, in the Dark Territory, in the fox people's research institute.
"Ugh! Stop! What do you want to do!?" Bedivere shouted, feeling the sharp pain of a hard object being inserted into his body.
"Don't make any noise, it will be over soon." The fox researcher said coldly while inserting a probe-like metal rod into the werewolf boy's chest.
It hurt. Without anesthesia, the foxes inserted it without caring whether Bediwell would hurt or not.
It hurt. But Bedivere didn't dare to move. He was afraid that the metal rod would break, and he was even more afraid that the metal rod would accidentally pierce his heart. In fact, he didn't have much room to move, after all, his hands and feet were fastened.
firmly fixed on the operating table.
He suddenly remembered what Torvill once said about the study of fox people cutting open their internal organs.
He also recalled the "Pandora Project" he had seen in the icehouse of the research institute, which injected people with a terrifying black solution and turned them into monsters.
Bedivere was not afraid of being killed or left half alive. What he was really afraid of was the "Pandora Project". He was afraid that he would become that kind of monster and then hurt Arthur and the others.
If something like this happened, Bedivere would really be worse off than dead.
He was so scared at the moment that he didn't even listen to what the people on the side said.
"How about it? Can it be done?" Kovis asked the researcher on the side.
"Theoretically it's possible. The outcome depends on the other party's ability to judge authenticity..." said the fox researcher.
"Wait a minute! Before you talk nonsense, let him sleep first," said Kovis.
A handkerchief with drug in it was placed on Bedivere's face. Before he could realize what was going on, he lost consciousness.