When Hao Zhe returned to the dormitory after shopping, Yi Sheng was waving his hands like "chicken feet" with his eyes closed, and his mouth was still vibrating: "Oculomotor nerve, trochlear nerve, trigeminal nerve, abducens nerve........

"What are you doing?" Hao Zhe found the lunch box and poured out the food in the plastic bag, which was full of meat at a glance. Since deciding not to take the postgraduate entrance examination, Hao Zhe's living expenses have saved a lot of material expenses, and he has lived a very comfortable life.

Yi Sheng moved his fingers that were about to cramp, flexibly avoided the cover of layers of fat, and picked out a crispy bone from a certain depth and put it in his mouth. In the lottery just now, Yi Sheng did not get the brainstem tumor resection as he wished, but he drew a more valuable technique than the brainstem tumor resection: the microscope vascular nerve dissection technique.

As the name suggests, the microscopic vascular nerve dissection technology is to strip off the tiny blood vessels and nerves that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye through microscopic microscopic technology, and do not damage the tiny blood vessels and nerves.

This seemingly "chicken rib" technique has played a vital role in brainstem surgery, and the difficulty of Liang Susu's surgery lies in the difficulty of intact stripping of the criss-crossing vascular network and neural network structure, which is not a problem after Yi Sheng has this technology. Liang Susu was saved!

"Zhezi, have you finished all the local anatomy classes in our school this semester?" Yi Sheng asked as he picked up a rib.

Although he now has the technique of vascular nerve dissection under the microscope, but before he personally confirms it, Yi Sheng does not dare to ask for his own surgery of Liang Susu, and the best way to confirm it is to dissect!

That's right, it's anatomy!

Through dissection, we can understand and grasp the morphological structure, position and adjacency of various organs of the human body, and lay the foundation for learning other basic and clinical medicine.

"No," Hao Zhe didn't understand what Yi Sheng meant: "The bureau solution class will not end until January next year, but now it is estimated that it should be over soon, I remember that you got the highest score in the class at the beginning of the game solution, why did you remember to ask this?"

"Hurry up and eat, I'll have work to do in a while!" Yi Sheng urged.

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Nanyao Medical College, basement of the anatomy building.

Yi Sheng and Hao Zhe stood in a narrow elevator in the fifties and sixties of the last century, wearing a 30-kilogram lead suit and carrying a 10-kilogram oxygen cylinder on their backs. The dim light flickered and flickered.

Yi Sheng contacted the administrator of the anatomy building who was responsible for managing the "general teacher" through the instructor Wang Hai'an, and obtained the key to the most mysterious warehouse of Nanyao Medical College from the administrator, in which the medical equipment or drugs were not placed, but a precious "general teacher". Although there are ready-made "gross teachers" in the upstairs classrooms, those "gross teachers" have very crippled brains. After all, very few people donate their bodies for medical research, and the main sources of "rough" teachers in medical schools and institutes are those who have no loved ones or have been forgotten by accidents, or death row prisoners in prisons.

In recent years, as the death penalty rate in prisons has decreased, there have been fewer and fewer general teachers for training medical students and for research, and even the number of "general teachers" has become a measure of the professionalism of a medical school.

If a medical school can get 100 "general teachers" every year, it can definitely be called a "bumper harvest"!

A heavy breath sound came from the murmur of the walkie-talkie, "I said Yi Sheng, our school is enough to save money, you said that modern chemical protective clothing has been out for so many years, why is the college reluctant to buy it?"

"The price of one piece of that kind of thing can buy 10 sets of lead clothes on your body," Yi Sheng reminded: "Don't talk a little, we will have to carry one up when the time comes, don't run out of strength by then." ”

Pulling up the rusty iron fence, Yi Sheng broke the control lever, and the sound of "creaking" sounded from the top of his head, and in the slight vibration, a sense of weightlessness came, and Yi Sheng and Hao Zhe slowly descended.

"I can't see this old object anymore. Hao Zhe reached out and touched the iron fence, rubbing off a layer of reddish-brown rust.

"After all, few people use it, and it is an expense to replace it with a new one, but the quality of this thing should be passable. Yi Sheng joked: "If this thing suddenly fails, with this thick protective clothing on the body, it shouldn't fall to death." ”

Another feeling of overweight struck, a heavy crash sound came from under his feet, Yi Sheng opened the fence gate, and walked out first, the surroundings were pitch black, Yi Sheng and Hao Zhe had to turn on the strong flashlight that the administrator had specially given them before.

I fumbled my way to the electric switch, the tube of the old-fashioned chandelier overhead flashed with a miserable white light, and the third basement floor of the dissecting building was a once abandoned air-raid shelter, so there was only one corridor, and at the end of the corridor there was a mottled iron door tightly locked with heavy iron chains. On the iron door, the words "Specimen Showroom" are written in vermilion calligraphy.

"I'm a little panicked!" Hao Zhe felt that the hairs on his body were standing upside down, and he subconsciously stood behind Yi Sheng.

"When we go in later, we will split into two ways, and we will look for the kind of well-preserved skull, and the body can be decomposed into whatever kind of body. Yi Sheng dragged his lead shoes and walked in step by step.

"Good fellow! this thing is so heavy!" Even a light guy with strong muscles like Hao Zhe struggled to lift the chain.

"There is now a 2-3W body on the black market, and the school is also afraid that someone will steal it. Yi Sheng squatted down and found the keyhole on the inside of the chain, took out the key to open the lock, and helped Hao Zhe untie the chain from the deadbolt of the iron door.

The two of them pushed open the iron door at the same time, and a strong smell of formalin surged into Yi Sheng's nostrils from the layers of filters from the gas mask, stimulating his nerves, and it was hard to imagine how many formalin schools had used to save these "general teachers".

Behind the iron gate, there is a small football field, and on a dozen tables are various formalin-soaked bottles, which are carefully crafted by the school's teachers.

Hao Zhe casually picked up a specimen and put it in front of him, illuminated it with a flashlight, and said, "The teacher at the school is really idle now, and such a big strip of bacon can be made into a specimen?"

"That's aortic atherosclerosis, Pei your sister's roots!" Yi Sheng glanced at it and scolded angrily: "You hurry up and put the specimen down, and then the hairy hands and feet are broken, it is important to quickly find the "general teacher". ”

"There's no general teacher here!" Hao Zhe looked around and muttered, swaying in the empty specimen storage room with a strong flashlight, and saw a pool in front of him, so he curiously leaned over and shone it with a strong flashlight.

"Hell!" Hao Zhe's exclamation echoed in Yi Sheng's headset, startling Yi Sheng, who was looking for a "general teacher". Yi Sheng turned around and saw Hao Zhe sitting on the ground, ignoring the bright flashlight he threw aside, crawling to Yi Sheng's side with his hands and feet, trembling and shouting: "Ghost.... Ghost... There are ghosts!"

"Ghosts?"

Hao Zhe is notoriously bold, when they were watching "Silent Hill" in the dormitory, Hao Zhe actually gave this R-rated thriller a game commentary to the scene, laughing so much that Yi Sheng didn't sleep all night, and now this guy is actually shouting that there is a ghost?

Looking at Hao Zhe's appearance, it didn't look like he was joking, Yi Sheng picked up the flashlight and shone Hao Zhe's previous position, but he didn't see anything.

"In the pool!" Hao Zhe whispered as he lay behind Yi Sheng.

Yi Sheng pretended to be bold and approached the pool a little bit, lowered his head and looked, and under the light, a female "general teacher" with loose hair sank at the bottom of the formalin pool, her eyes slightly open.

Generally speaking, the "general teacher" is preserved to minus 30 °C by flash freezing within 8 hours of death, and then reheated to 4 °C during teaching and use, so as to ensure the freshness of the body and allow students to conduct simulated surgery training on the closest to the real human body. However, in order to save costs, the current medical schools are directly soaked in formalin, which uses formalin to soak the "general teacher" if the internal organs are still present can be kept relatively fresh for a long time without rotting, but after a long time, the skin will appear dark black, but the touch is almost the same, and it is still elastic.

The skin of this "general teacher" is only slightly pale, and it should have been sent not long ago.

"Where are the ghosts. Yi Sheng turned his head to look at Hao Zhe, who was in a mess, and said, "Don't say that you studied medicine when you go out in the future, I didn't see you afraid of being like this when you first solved the game?"

"It was different at that time!" Hao Zhe sighed with relief when he saw this, and quibbled: "And at that time, the head of the "general teacher" was wrapped in a black plastic bag, who knew that it would look like this in the specimen storage room!"

Yi Sheng carefully looked at this "general teacher" and said: "Come on, it's fate to meet it, the age of this "general teacher" should be about the same as Liang Susu, I'll go find a hook to untie the lasso, and let's lift this one up." ”

Yi Sheng took a special hook, fished the "general teacher" out of the formalin pool, found the body bag and packed it, and handed over the work of transporting the body to Hao Zhe.

Back in the anatomy classroom, Hao Zhe panted and put the "general teacher" on the idle dissection table, took off his heavy lead clothes, and the clothes on the body of the cold winter wax moon were all soaked with sweat.

"But Nima is tired of me," Hao Zhe complained: "Don't pull me in this kind of thing in the future, I'm physically and mentally exhausted!"

"What nonsense is coming from. Yi Sheng took off his lead coat, "Let's do this tonight, you go to the specimen showroom on the sixth floor, find a model of the skull and bring it back, and let's go back and study Professor Li's surgical plan in a while." ”

"My brother, are you really going to take this job?" Hao Zhe's eyes widened and said: "Let's not care whether you will have this operation or not, you have an internship and such a big operation, and the family members agree? Even if the family agrees, can the hospital agree? Can you take responsibility if something happens?"

"Be your little dog leg with peace of mind, and leave the rest to me!" Yi Sheng looked at the "general teacher" in front of him, "It's rare that the two of us dissect a "general teacher", don't you want to try your hand?"

Hao Zhe remembered the scene when he was learning anatomy, more than 20 people gathered around the dissection table and wanted to stick their faces on the "general teacher", Hao Zhe thought for a while and said: "it!"