A plane landed on the border of a state in the middle of Amelika, covered by a dense number of flights taking off and landing every day, and foreign intelligence organizations did not care at all about this inconspicuous plane carrying an entire medical team.

It's just that the landing gear of the plane is surrounded by a black lead curtain, which looks creepy.

A hospital bed was lifted off the plane, and on it lay an expressionless Kamihara Fei, who had not seen the blue sky and white clouds of the outside world for a long time.

"Bang bang."

Kamihara Feixiang's face did not change, it was the first time he had enjoyed this kind of treatment.

The charter plane came, accompanied by all kinds of experts, and the phone calls from Amelika came one after another, and the attitude was different from the previous coldness, very enthusiastic.

Although the mother country did not call, Shenyuan Feixiang believed that it was not because they could stand still in the face of interests, but because Amei Lika did not inform the island country of important news at all.

Ah Mei Lika believed her words, to be precise, what the demon knife said.

It's just that the Demon Knife's request is not just as simple as making himself a sword slave, his goal is even more ambitious.

The base designed for Smith alone is also prepared, the sleeping pills used for the elephant will advance into Smith's body at any time, the anesthesia experiment has been done in the previous period, and the maximum amount of medicine used by the elephant is injected three times, and then pushed it up is not because the measurement is not enough, but because he is worried that Smith's body will have problems.

However, the black man was still unaware of his instincts in the base, and during several times he was anesthetized, he had no idea what his body had been studied.

Fortunately, Smith lacks even a basic sense of time, and even after being anesthetized for three days at a time, as long as he is not allowed to see anything related to the date or day of the week for two days, Smith will completely forget his experience of being anesthetized.

But if a fifth of his heart is removed this time, whether Smith will survive is another matter.

"Mr. Kamihara, can your body still hold on?" Tholo personally accompanied Shenyuan Feixiang, and until now Shenyuan Feixiang has not seen Thoreau's appearance.

Even if he wears a protective suit, Kamihara Flying is not a terrifying thing like a nuclear reactor, but Thoreau's life and health will be affected more or less, and the director can be regarded as extremely strong in doing this.

"My body will last a few more days at most, and the erosion of nuclear radiation is too strong. Everything is best as soon as possible, and it takes a lot of time to find the body. ”

Kamihara Feixiang estimates that it is not a problem for him to be hard capped for ten days and half a month, but this kind of life-threatening thing must be as soon as possible, and his yearning for a new body is far more than his nostalgia for this body.

Thoreau knew that Shenyuan Feixiang was exaggerating, and Shenyuan Feixiang also knew that Thoreau knew that he was lying, but now both sides were tacitly dividing Smith's heart.

"So in terms of steps, first of all, Mr. Kamihara, you need some of the remnants of the evil god, and then you can filter out the body that suits you through some method, and at the end, ...... Divine Knife ......"

"Lord Divine Sword needs to find his other half of his body, this is the condition of Lord Divine Sword."

On the surface, it is Kamihara Flying that needs the power of the government to replace his body, and it is Kamihara Flying who asks Amei Lika, and it stands to reason that Kamihara Flying begging for the government's help.

But in fact, it evolved into a government of Amei Lika serving Kamihara Flying, not only to help find the body, but also to fulfill the requirements of the demon knife, which is humiliating in the eyes of ordinary people just thinking about it.

But the politicians are all busy and send the greatest sincerity.

"The heart can be offered at any time, when is it needed?"

"Give it now."

"Okay." Thoreau nodded quickly, and his cooperation with Kamihara Flying was by no means just superficial.

Smith happily followed the assistant, who wanted to see what good news the assistant had delivered, and then he was anesthetized and sent to the operating table without knowing it.

"Let's go!"

A ritualistic voice rang out, and the scalpel sliced through Smith's ribcage steadily.

From the doctor in charge of the surgery to the nurses, all of them are extremely experienced veterans, and as for where to start with the heart, a group of professionals finally decided after an all-night meeting, and the plan was finally determined after several modifications, and there are hundreds of various plans that have been discarded.

All of this had been planned before the Divine Origin Flight landed, and the precious manpower was not worth mentioning before the soul exchange ceremony.

After all, it is a surgery on the heart, and no one wants to choose to have surgery on this part if possible.

However, the delicate technique of surgery does not mean that the slower the better, nor does it have to be so fast that the heart has not yet reacted.

A steady and subtle rhythm is maintained in the operating room.

"I took it off, and it was exactly one-fifth the size, and now the question is...... Smith's Heart Heals ......"

The heart is bright red and translucent, and it is quietly placed in a precious vessel, and if you do not indicate that it is the heart, or if you are a medical expert who is proficient in this area, you will only think that it is ordinary pork or beef.

If so much heart tissue was removed from an ordinary person, and it was not a pericardial resection, the death penalty could have been pronounced long ago.

But with the exception of the nurse who sent the heart tissue to the door, all the doctors and the eyes under surveillance were fixed on Smith under anesthesia.

I saw that the severed part of the heart was beating vigorously and vigorously, although the bleeding of the heart had been stopped by surgical means, but no one knew how much of a effect this had, but Smith's strange healing ability had quickly stopped the bleeding of the damaged heart better.

"Smith's heart is recovering fast, oh my god, this recovery ability is terrifying."

"You see, Smith's heart has the same blood supply capacity as before, and this heart is so powerful that I feel like even cutting more out of it will be fine."

"Continue the anesthesia and don't let Smith wake up."

If Smith wakes up and moves around his heart at will, it's over.

It is better to be anesthetized like this, and maintain vital signs through nutrient solutions.

"Yes."

The anesthesiologist sighed, and everything that happened when he was anesthetized fell on his head in one go.

Describing the entire operating room as a tank crew, the anesthesiologist is like an observer, who needs to monitor the state of the organs at all times to prevent the patient from having accidents, and constantly check the patient's heart rate and blood pressure after surgery.

And this is still an important transcendent, and there must be no problems, but there are not many anesthesiologists in the base, and everyone has a lot of responsibility.

The operation was performed in secret that Smith did not know, and if he had recovered well, he would have woken up a few days later without realizing that part of his heart had been removed.

"Mr. Kamihara, this is what Lord Shendao needs."

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