Chapter 47: Preparing the God-Level Surgery, Experts Across the City Stunned into Silence

The influence of Li Zhenguo was truly astonishing.

Early the next morning, Chen Mo was picked up by a dedicated staff car and directly driven to the General Hospital of the Armed Forces, the facility in Beijing with the tightest security and the highest level of medical expertise.

The president of the hospital, a veteran military doctor holding the rank of Senior Colonel, personally waited for him at the entrance.

"Doctor Chen, I've heard so much about you! Elder Li has already briefed us on everything. From this moment on, the entire hospital's resources are at your disposal!" The president's attitude was respectful yet laced with a hint of curiosity.

He simply could not fathom what kind of divine physician could make the famously hot-tempered General Li hold him in such high regard.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Chen Mo directly stated his demands.

"Give me the largest conference room you have, and summon every chief and deputy chief physician from your surgery, neurology, and anesthesiology departments."

"Additionally, bring me their resumes and surgical records."

Though somewhat surprised, the president immediately complied.

Half an hour later, the conference room was packed with the top medical experts in Beijing.

Any one of these individuals, if casually plucked out, would be a coveted treasure fought over by outside hospitals.

At this moment, however, they sat below like elementary school students, staring at the excessively young "commander-in-chief" on the stage, their hearts filled with doubt and resentment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, time is pressing, so I'll keep it brief."

Standing on the stage, Chen Mo unfurled a massive anatomical chart of the human nervous system.

"The procedure we are going to perform is a spinal schwannoma resection."

He picked up a pointer and tapped an extremely tiny point on the chart.

"The tumor is located right here. It is pressed directly against the central nerve trunk, surrounded by three major blood supply arteries."

"Our surgical plan is to make an incision between the fourth and fifth vertebrae of the back, dissect the muscle tissue, open the spinal canal, and completely remove the tumor without damaging any nerves or blood vessels."

Chen Mo's pace was unhurried, but every single word he uttered caused a tremendous shock in the hearts of the experts present.

"Impossible!"

Down in the audience, a middle-aged doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with his hair combed into a glossy sheen was the first to stand up.

He was Sun Jianguo, the scalpel-wielding ace surgeon of this hospital.

He was also one of the primary experts previously responsible for the condition of General Li's wife.

"Doctor Chen, I am not questioning you, but your plan is pure fantasy!"

Sun Jianguo's emotions were stirred up.

"Operating in that region leaves a microscopic field of vision filled with blind spots! The slightest deviation will sever the main nerve, resulting in high paraplegia for the patient! No one dares to perform a surgery like this, let alone us, not even anywhere else in the world!"

"Indeed, it's far too risky!"

"This isn't surgery at all; it's a gamble!"

The experts in the audience whispered among themselves; almost no one agreed with Chen Mo's plan.

Chen Mo did not argue with them.

He simply looked calmly at Sun Jianguo.

"Director Sun, I've reviewed your record. You've been in practice for twenty years, have performed over five hundred major surgeries as the primary surgeon, and boast a success rate as high as ninety-eight percent. Your hands are very steady."

He then shifted his gaze to another individual, the head of the anesthesiology department.

"Director Zhang, you are the country's earliest expert studying hypothermic anesthesia, and your control over anesthetic dosages is precise down to the milligram."

He called them out one by one, detailing each person's strengths and specialties.

The expressions of defiance on the faces of the named experts gradually turned to astonishment.

In just half an hour, this young man had thoroughly figured out all their backgrounds.

"I chose you not for your seniority, but for your skills."

"This surgery does not require your experience, nor does it require your judgment. What you need to do is simply act like a precision machine and execute every single one of my commands one hundred percent."

"As for what you believe to be impossible," Chen Mo put down the pointer, "I will accomplish it."

His words were filled with an unquestionable dominance.

Choked up and left speechless, Sun Jianguo turned crimson in the face and swept his sleeves away in a huff.

He felt that his authority had suffered unprecedented provocation.

To convince the remaining people and test the team's execution capabilities, Chen Mo arranged a special "pre-surgical drill."

He had someone lead an experimental pig in from the laboratory.

"Now, we are going to conduct an exercise. Under a microscope, we will suture the sciatic nerve of the pig."

All the experts present froze.

Suturing a nerve with the naked eye was already an advanced operation.

Suturing a nerve thinner than a strand of hair under a microscope?

This was practically a joke!

Yet, Chen Mo had already put on his gloves and picked up a set of strangely shaped, miniature surgical instruments that he had commissioned master craftsmen at a factory to rush overnight based on his blueprints.

"I will do it, and you will watch."

Under the incredulous gaze of everyone present, Chen Mo sat before the microscope and used those bizarre instruments to stitch together the severed nerve on the pig's leg, stitch by precise stitch, to absolute perfection.

His movements were fluid, precise, steady, and full of rhythm, resembling a top-tier artist creating his masterpiece.

When he laid down his instruments and announced that the suturing was complete, the entire operating room fell into absolute silence.

Every expert crowded around the microscope, staring at the seamlessly sutured nerve, their mouths hanging open wide enough to stuff an egg.

Their worldview was completely shattered at this very moment.

Their defiance and skepticism instantly transformed into heartfelt awe and worship.

...

Meanwhile, back at the courtyard residence.

Qin Huairu looked at her haggard reflection in the mirror, her eyes filled with venomous resentment as a surge of unwillingness rose within her heart.

She could not just end up ruined like this!

Right at that moment, a young woman with two large braids, a rustic look on her face, but a certain prettiness about her features, peeked in through the doorway.

"Sister, I've come to see you."

It was her cousin, Qin Jingru, who had come from the countryside.

Looking at her naive yet vain cousin, a glint of calculation suddenly flashed through Qin Huairu's lifeless eyes.

She herself might be beyond hope.

However, she could use Qin Jingru as a new tool!

She thought of Silly Zhu, the man whose heart she had utterly broken and who now drowned his sorrows in alcohol day after day.

"Jingru, come here. Your sister has something to tell you. How about I set you up with a good match here in the city?"

Qin Huairu grabbed Qin Jingru's hand, a strange smile blooming on her face.

In the dead of night, inside the hospital operating room.

Sun Jianguo sneaked in alone.

Staring at Chen Mo's specialized set of miniature surgical instruments resting on the instrument tray, his eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred.

He picked up one of the most critical pieces—a miniature dissecting forceps used for separating nerve tissue—and applied slight pressure with his fingers.

A barely audible click rang out.

A virtually imperceptible crack appeared on the tip of the forceps.

Having finished this deed, he vanished back into the darkness like a ghost.