Translator: Lonelytree
When Chen Wenwei’s surgery reached its most crucial step, Gao Guohong and the rest evacuated the surgical room, leaving Gu Jun alone to deal with the operation. Under the nervous scrutiny of many people around the nation, Gu Jun used the leucotome to reach into the holes drilled in the skull and completed the severance of nervous fibers on the three designated spots. And this time, nothing happened. Chen Wenwei’s EEG had started to stabilize when the second team took over. With more cuts being made, the EEG graph showed the brain activity slowing down, and the patient returning to a deep sleep state. After that, Gao Guohong’s crew returned to their posts to help Gu Jun finish the suturing and cleaning up. The harsh and primitive surgery was finally completed.
In Gu Jun’s mind, multiple notifications pinged.
“You have participated in a successful two-star surgery, a lobotomy. Personal contribution forty-five percent, rank 1.”
“The mastery of your Hands of Dexterity has increased by three hundred points, level two (29,700/30,000 mastery)”
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The term ‘success’ did not bring Gu Jun as much relief as it usually did because in this case, it only meant that the patient’s prefrontal lobe had been destroyed. Whether or not it had any beneficial effect was still unknown. Neurological surgeries were not as clear cut as cleaning out parasites, especially an ectomy like this.
He turned to look at the notification about the Hands of Dexterity. After his endless training, he was finally close to breaking through to the third level. Chen Wenwei’s vitals were stabilizing, so the crew could exit the surgical room in relief. Only then was Gu Jun briefed on the state of Surgeon Si and his crew. Song Yilong and the other three who had fainted at the time were all suffering from cerebral hemorrhage with varying severity. They were all in emergency surgery. Gu Jun’s heart tightened at the news. He had renewed respect for those in the medical career. They were both doctors and fighters.
That inspired him to focus on his job. He needed to snap himself together to conduct the next lobotomy. He was asked to participate in the surgery for Mai Lei, who suffered from middle stage Nightmare Illness, and Yang Jianming, who was in later stage Nightmare Illness. After all, he appeared to be the only one capable of pulling through the whole procedure. During his brief rest, Prof Qin approached him and asked, “Ah Jun, what is your opinion of the statement that Chen Wenwei recited in the middle of the operation?”
“I have no clue…” Gu Jun could only shake his head. He was honestly quite clueless about that. “We’ll see what Elder Tong has to say about that.”
After a brief chat with Prof Qin, he moved to the decontamination room to cleanse himself before moving to another super-sterile surgical room. In the next few hours, the command center and the many research centers continued their hive of activity. Prof Qin and Yao Sinian gained contact with Elder Tong. From the revelation that Gu Jun made about the sentence he found among his parent’s possession and what happened with Chen Wenwei, there was enough evidence to prove that Nightmare Illness was related to Elder Tong’s case and that mysterious cult.
At the same time, Gu Jun was continuing his fight in the surgical room. Surgeon Gao and the rest helped him with the incision and drilling, but Gu Jun single-handedly dealt with each severance.
“You have participated in a successful two-star surgery, a lobotomy. Personal contribution forty percent, rank 1.”
“You have participated in a successful two-star surgery, a lobotomy. Personal contribution thirty-eight percent, rank 1.”
The two surgeries gave all the researchers a mixture of feelings. They were at the same time relieved, disappointed, and confused because the situation with Chen Wenwei did not repeat itself. They were relieved because the surgeries were successful. According to Gu Jun and the team, they did not feel even a smidge of mental pressure during the two operations. They were disappointed because the patients did not showcase similar clinical responses, and this failed to support a hypothesis that they had earlier—damage to the patient’s prefrontal lobe would threaten to interrupt the patient’s mental connection with a mysterious force on the other end.
The confusion was because either the response to the threat only occurred to patients in early stages, or there was something unique about Chen Wenwei himself. Chen Wenwei had the surname Chen, so could he be related to the Chen clan of Nan Tang Village? However, his records showed that he was not an Eastern State local. To get to the bottom of the mystery, the Medical Department immediately arranged for another patient in the early stage of the Nightmare Illness to go under the knife. This time, it was a young female patient named Zou Xinyue.
That meant that four lobotomies were arranged that day, and Gu Jun was requested to be a part of the fourth one as well. When the operation reached the severance stage, he was the only medical unit left inside the spacious room again. The light from the surgical lights was blinding, and the cameras were capturing everything. Gu Jun felt an agitation in his heart until his hands that held the leucotome tightened.
“I am experiencing some strange feeling. The patient might react unkindly to this,” he said darkly. “I believe this is because the mental state of the initial stage patients is still strong enough to release that kind of mental attack as a kind of resistance…”
Gu Jun took a deep breath. After so many consecutive surgeries, his already lacking mental power was almost at rock bottom. But now was not the time to rest! With a focus of his determination, he pulled on the brace. Suddenly, the female patient who was supposed to be fully sedated opened her eyes. The gaze spoke of chaos, and the lifeless facial muscles twitched slightly. The EEG started to dance all over the place again.
To help this experiment, gauze was not taped around her mouth and sectional anesthetic was skipped.
“Ph’nglui…” The demonic whisper appeared again. Her tone was surprisingly identical to Chen Wenwei. It carried an indescribable buzz, like it came out from a broken recorder. She appeared to be chanting the same sentence too. “mglw’nafh…”
Once Gu Jun heard that, he felt attacked by a strong mental wave. Gritting his teeth, Gu Jun clogged up the patient’s mouth, injected the anesthetic, and then quickly resumed with the severance!
A burst of anger and indignation rose in his heart, propelling him forward, helping him resist those mental attacks. From the Malformed Banyan Disease to Nightmare Illness, his mother had left her trace everywhere… He needed an explanation!
In any case, the researchers finally got the answer they needed. The cause was not on Chen Wenwei; it was something about patients in the early stages of nightmare Illness. But this led to more questions. Would this appear whenever there was a threat to the patient’s cerebral tissue, or would it only occur when the threat was focused on the prefrontal cortex? Only practical surgeries could provide answers to these questions.
Therefore, while Gu Jun and the rest were finishing the surgery, another surgery was being pushed into place. This time, it was going to be a bilateral cingulotomy. The patient was yet another victim of the Nightmare Illness at the early stage. Bilateral cingulotomy was normally used in the treatment of depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was a safe and verified modern surgery. Therefore, it would not be too difficult and did not put too much mental pressure on the existing medical members.
“You have participated in a successful two-star surgery, a lobotomy. Personal contribution forty-one percent, rank 1.”
Gu Jun was both mentally and physically drained when he exited the surgical room, but he needed to rush to another surgical room. This time, however, he was only standing by to watch. From the start of the operation to its completion, there was no complication with the patient.
The researchers started their discussion again. It looked like not all damage to any random cerebral organ would trigger a response, or at least removal of the cingulate gyrus would not. But whether only a lobotomy would trigger a response remained to be seen. They needed to perform more brain surgeries to confirm this. Furthermore, they needed time to tell whether the lobotomy had a healing effect or not.
When everything was over, it was already night. Song Yilong and the others’ surgeries were completed in the afternoon, but they were still unconscious. They had been transferred to the ICU.
“Ah Jun, you’d better go back to your dormitory to rest,” Prof Qin told Gu Jun. “Guo Tong wants you to get a good night’s sleep to recover your mental power before they decide on what to do next.”
Prof Qin left after that because he still had many things to worry about. Gu Jun slumped on the couch in the resting area. He closed his heavy eyelids, and his limbs felt like lead. No one came to disturb him. In fact, when they passed him, they kept their movement as soft as possible.
As Gu Jun closed his eyes, skulls appeared before Gu Jun’s eyes. There were holes drilled through them, and they appeared to be sucking Gu Jun into them. Deep inside a skull, Gu Jun could see the pink brain matter wiggling…
He was the one who had crushed this brain matter into mush… He pressed against his pounding head. So, this was clinical research. It sure took a toll on the medical practitioner. After a quick rest, and an adjustment of his mood, Gu Jun could finally face the notification from the system. He had contributed nothing to the last surgery, but he had accumulated 164 percent personal contribution over the four lobotomies. This meant that he had completed the difficult mission.
“Mission reward to be claimed: one pair of Carlot Dissecting Scissors. Click to accept your reward.”
“The mastery of your Hands of Dexterity has increased by one hundred points, level two (30000/30000 mastery)”
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“The level of your Hands of Dexterity has increased to level 3!”