There was a sudden silence in the room.

Zhang Wenwen stood up and shook the pen in his hand a few times, while Mu Xiao sat at the table, constantly turning the pen.

Mu Chun lowered his head, not knowing what he was writing in his notebook.

In short, the three of them seemed to be at odds with the pen in their hands, but none of them wanted to speak.

The silence in the clinic was suffocating.

The white overhead light pale over everyone's head.

There's a reason why the lights in hospitals always give people a bad feeling, because the lights in the hospital look a bit like white paper in a printer.

Pale and haggard.

Even Mu Xiao's face with makeup looks slightly bad under such lights.

Pale lights, pale walls, pale tables and chairs.

Zhang Wenwen almost wanted to complain, why does Zhinan Affiliated Medical Center like to use white so much, don't many hospitals like to use blue, green, pink and orange.

Suddenly, he slapped the table twice.

"Enough of you, don't be so silent, okay, is there anything big, it's just that the tumor is not as good as we imagined."

"I imagined waking up and you called me and told me that the tumor was gone, and it was just a misdiagnosis. I can think of more than a hundred reasons for misdiagnosis. ”

Mu Chun is still immersed in writing and painting, and no one knows what he is writing.

"In terms of brain replenishment ability, I only serve Mu Da Beauty." Zhang Wenwen also turned his pen, from his left hand to his right hand, and from his right hand to his left hand.

Until Mu Chun stared at him coldly, he didn't realize that his white coat was already stained with ink, like a blooming blue calla lily.

"Forget the ink on my notebook, your white coat probably can't be cleaned." Mu Chun said regretfully.

"It's okay, the dress inside him is more expensive, and the two thousand yuan was directly destroyed by the ink." Mu Xiao made up for the knife.

"I forgot that it was a fountain pen, and when I saw that Senior Sister Xiao was spinning the pen, I also turned it." Zhang Wenwen looked down at his white coat and a newly bought shirt inside.

Zhang Wenwen, who has always been very confident in his taste in dressing, smiled and said: "It's okay, it's also a new style on me, it's a big deal to call this dress, azure color." ”

"You're not still a Jay Chou fan, are you?" Mu Chun closed the notebook and joined in the mutual ridicule without a sentence.

Of course, the protagonist who was ridiculed was Zhang Wenwen.

He seemed in need of nonsensical chatting to relax himself.

"This is a pencil in my hand." Mu Xiao raised the pen and put it in front of Zhang Wenwen.

"Okay, I'll throw in the towel."

"Then you can tell us the professor's current situation truthfully, can the operation time wait?"

Although I was nervous, I was so relaxed that no one wanted to go back.

So Mu Chun calmly added, "Let's figure out a way together, there will be a way." ”

"Ahh Zhang Wenwen held his head with both hands, and he didn't care about the ink on his fingers that had not dried.

“那么你在担心什么？ Mu Xiao asked.

"Let's talk about the situation of the tumor first, although it is not as good as we imagined, and there will be no diagnostic error as Mu Chun said, the tumor is a tumor, and this tumor will not disappear on its own, unless a miracle happens, I don't believe that a miracle will come in time than my surgery."

"Well, I believe you." Mu Xiao gently encouraged.

"Sister Xiao, don't be like this, I'm not a little Mengxin who just became a doctor, the tumor has not accelerated its growth, the professor's decision is not wrong, and it is completely okay to wait until the annual meeting before surgery, so Mu Chun don't be so sad, come on, laugh."

Mu Chun smiled, on his ordinary face, on his ordinary smile, but in Zhang Wenwen's eyes, it was more ugly than crying.

"Since there is no obvious change in the tumor, there is a problem elsewhere in the body?" Mu Chun then asked.

According to Zhang Wenwen, since the tumor has been stabilized temporarily, it is most likely that there is a problem elsewhere, if this is the case, although the professor is now old enough to withstand this surgery, it is because the rest of his body is in a stable state, if there are other diseases or have not been detected before......

All plans now could be disrupted.

"It's still the language function that I was worried about before, because it's too close to the Broka area."

Broca's area is an area of the brain that is responsible for the processing of linguistic information and the production of utterance. Together with the Wernicke, the linguistic system is formed.

Broca's and Wernicke's areas are usually located in the dominant hemisphere, and since most people (97%) are right-handed, the language center is mostly in the left hemisphere. In 1861 the French neurologist and surgeon Paul Murphy was borne. Broca's research and treatment of some patients with aphasia found that this area is located in the posterior part of the inferior frontal gyrus of the cerebral cortex in areas 44 and 45, so it is named Broca's area after its discoverer. Broca's area is connected to Vinnice's area by an arcuate tract, a nerve passage between the frontal and temporal lobes.

Aphasia caused by damage to the Broca's zone is called Broca's aphasia, or Expressive aphasia, motor aphasia, or non-fluency aphasia, in which the patient is unable to produce grammatically fluent sentences, and will have telegraph-like utterances, such as: yes-ah-today-star-period-rain-, expressing his thoughts in short, interrupted sentences. The patient may know that he or she is not fluent in speech and that his or her comprehension of language is normal.

The main symptoms of Broca's aphasia: making a person unable to speak; can understand the language content; Inability to use words; Speech is slow and incoherent.

The location of the tumor in the professor's brain is extremely close to the Broka area, and Zhang Wenwen has done many simulated surgical calculations, but he is still not completely sure.

Of course, all kinds of things can happen during surgery, and no experienced doctor can say that there will be no problems with absolute certainty.

But it's because the other party is a professor.

For some doctors, there is no extra burden on the heart of performing surgery on relatives, friends, and acquaintances, and they take it seriously and pay full attention as usual.

But some doctors are different, they avoid operating on acquaintances, which is not to say that the latter is not psychologically qualified, in Mu Chun's view, this is a sign that the doctor is responsible enough.

"Is that the way it works?" Mu Chun finally spoke.

"You mean?" Mu Xiao suddenly realized.

"Do you keep the language test during surgery?" Zhang Wenwen asked.

"That's right, using a card system for language tests can help us understand the language of the professor."

"Yes, but ......" Zhang Wenwen hesitated.

"Worried about what?" Mu Chun said with concern.

"That involves intraoperative arousal."

Mu Chun nodded, "That's right, you need to wake up during surgery, which increases the time and difficulty of the operation, but then you can know if you have destroyed the professor's language function during the operation." ”

"Seems like a good way to do it."

Mu Xiao expressed his support.

Zhang Wenwen nodded, "Okay, since everyone agrees to do this, then I'll rest assured." ”

As soon as they heard Zhang Wenwen say this, Mu Chun and Mu Xiao immediately understood that Zhang Wenwen was digging a trap for the two of them, of course, his nervousness and worry were real, but this method As an experienced neurosurgeon, he was sure that Mu Chun knew more about this method of intraoperative awakening to conduct language assessment on patients.

"In fact, intraoperative arousal is not troublesome, language assessment is a common method, and a team has used multiple intraoperative arousal when performing tumor removal surgery for a translator, and the translator's language function has been assessed three times, which are the languages of three countries."

"And such a thing?" Mu Chun looked impressed.

Useful knowledge has grown!

"Well, it's just that I hope that the two doctors will help me design a better language assessment system, or any of you will go in and help me assess the language function of the professor together, and I will feel more at ease."

"I'll go."

Mu Xiao and Mu Chun said in unison.

"Let Mu Chun go, he knows a little better about the operating room than me, after all, he once wanted to become a surgeon."

After Mu Xiao finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he consciously said the wrong thing.

Mu Chun heard it clearly.

"Xiaoxiao, when did I think about becoming a surgeon? How come I don't remember? ”

Mu Xiao hurriedly shook her head, her beautiful eyes flashing with unease.

Mu Chun knew that it was inconvenient to ask more here, so after chatting with Zhang Wenwen for a few more words, Mu Chun excused himself by saying that he wanted to ask Dr. Mu Xiao some questions about the case, and the two left Zhang Wenwen's outpatient room.

Mu Chun wanted to talk to Mu Xiao not only about how he had thought about becoming a surgeon, but more importantly, about the smell of perfume on Mu Xiao's body.

Why is this taste somewhat similar to Yang Xing's?

"Smiling?" Mu Chun said.

"What's wrong? You look nervous, what's going on? I think today's Mu Chun is weird, as if something is entangled behind it. ”

"It's true, I got a phone call a few days ago telling me not to meddle in my business, but to think that I had to take care of it."

"Who told you not to be nosy? Do you have any clues? Nothing can be groundless, there must be traces to follow, Mu Chun will not have no clues. ”

"On the contrary, I don't just have clues, but I can say that there are too many clues, and the result of too many clues is that I can't figure it out right now."

"Is that the need to investigate someone or something immediately? Let me help you sort out the most important clues. ”

"Okay."

After Mu Chun told Mu Xiao about the recent case that happened around the sea, Mu Xiao frowned.

"I know the owner of this coffee shop you mentioned, and the perfume I used today was actually given to me by her."

Mu Xiao's words surprised Mu Chun.

"You know?"

"Yes, no, it can't be regarded as a direct acquaintance of me, I can only say that she is very famous in some circles, and I happen to have some dealings with some people in those circles, and this perfume is made by herself."

"Oops."

Mu Chun's chest tingled again.

Mu Xiao hurriedly asked Mu Chun to sit down, then poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Mu Chun.

"Are you under threat? Or do you think there's something terrible behind the last two cases? ”

"Why do you ask? Am I already very experienced in investigating cases before? Mu Chun looked at Mu Xiao suspiciously.

He suddenly had a very strange feeling that he felt like a complete stranger.

He wasn't even sure if what was in front of him was real.

First of all, surgeons!

Mu Chun couldn't remember when he thought about becoming a surgeon.

But Mu Xiao will not say a wrong sentence inexplicably, this sentence must be reasonable, it must have happened to him, or the simplest thing is - Mu Chun did say that he wanted to become a surgeon when he did.

And such words can't be just a joke, the kind that will pass as soon as you say it.

Generally speaking, it must have been said solemnly, or on a special occasion or special situation, otherwise how could Mu Xiao remember it.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun's forehead also began to ache a little.

He held the water glass and looked at Mu Xiao.

But now is not the time to study these things for yourself.

Because there is another reason that Mu Xiao remembered wrongly.

In Mu Chun's opinion, Mu Xiao has two people, one is Mu Xiao of the doctor in front of him, and the other Mu Xiao is the lively and cheerful little watermelon.

So it may be that Mu Xiao remembered something wrong.

These are not important, the most important thing right now is.

This E-spot, the coffee shop in this creative park, may be the source of all recent events.

Maybe that strange message and that strange phone call came from that place.

The face that hides in the video.

The man behind that.

Strange perfume smell.

If they are all points E that intersect with this.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun opened the notebook and handed the pattern of the pentagram to Mu Xiao.

"This is a pentagram? This is the pentagram structure that you analyzed, and you think that someone is performing some kind of ritual? ”

"Yes, but I don't know what the rituals are, there are many rituals, there are many records of magic in Solomon's big and small keys, demons or angels.

I can't tell if this pentagram is going to summon angels or demons.

There are also exorcists who use this pentagram to perform some kind of exorcism ritual, but I still don't know what the purpose is.

It would be unbelievable for me to deduce that this is an unnatural phenomenon, but I still believe that everything has a scientific explanation, so it is possible that this pentagram may not really exist, it is possible that I just thought too much about it. ”

Mu Xiao shook his head, "No, you didn't think too much, but you may have missed a possibility." ”

"Missing a possibility?" Mu Chun asked suspiciously.

"Yes, have all the bodies of Mr. Ikeda been found?"

"No, there's still a place that hasn't been found, I remember what I said."

Mu Chun touched his forehead.

"Did I just say that?" He asked himself in his heart.

"You just said, don't worry, Mu Chun, you may have just missed a possibility, remember Leonardo da Vinci?"