How different are we from our ancestors?

How much difference is there in those moments of arrogance, savagery, stupidity, ignorance, and helplessness......

It was late at night, and in this operating room in the psychiatric and psychological building of the Dongzhou Medical Center, a lobotomy was underway.

The chief surgeon, Liu Chuanhong, and the anesthesiologists, the first assistant, the second assistant and others around the operating table, they heard the faint noise outside, but they all held their breath, Professor Lu Qiqing was in a state of general anesthesia and fell asleep, and the operation was in the stage of cutting off one side.

"Ready to cut off." Liu Chuanhong said that the old seal stones in the operating room had already been arranged, and the old seal personnel team was ready to deal with abnormal situations that occurred at any time.

Sun Yuheng is a helper in this operation, he and Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang, and Cai Zixuan entered the Dongzhou Tianji Bureau at the same time, and they were promoted to Yizhu in such a short time, normally he is a rare talent, but the light was covered by a few classmates, and he almost couldn't enter the spell department with talent.

Liu Chuanhong was holding the cutter and steadily probing the hole in Professor Lu's left skull to cut off several nerve fibers in it.

The faint noise of chaos outside was louder, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the whole building shook violently, even the shadowless light on the operating table flickered.

It seems that just now, there was a huge earthquake.

And the chaos intensified, bang, bang, bang, bang, dense gunfire.

Everyone on the operating table swayed because of the vibration, Liu Chuanhong's right hand stopped, and the cutter in his hand almost deviated from the predetermined cutting position and stabbed to other parts of the brain, which would inevitably cause unpredictable consequences, and even make the patient never wake up again.

Cold sweat flowed from the forehead of the chief knife to the mask, and the itinerant nurse next to him hurriedly went up to wipe it, and the chief knife took a deep breath.

Everyone didn't speak, their heart rate accelerated, and they couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Continue the operation and prepare to cut off." Liu Chuanhong calmed his morale, no matter what was happening outside, they had to focus on the operating table in front of them.

Ignoring the rapid and intense gunfire outside, and the slight vibration of the building, Liu Chuanhong aimed the cutter at the predetermined nerve fibers, pulled the pull strip of the handle, and there seemed to be a click, and the wire ring of the cutter popped out and rotated to complete the cut-off.

This was the first nerve fiber severance in Professor Lu's forebrain lobe, and the first experimental lobotomy for a patient with petrified disease.

There was silence in the operating room, nothing happened, no mental shockwaves, no visions.

Even on the screens of the various instruments that monitor Professor Land's vital signs, brain waves, etc., there is no change, and it is still relatively stable.

A lot of medical staff, old Indians, aren't sure what it is, but it usually means...... Void.

A trace of disappointment actually spread in their hearts, like nightmares, one of the major manifestations of the effectiveness of lobotomy is that when the patient's nerve fibers are cut, the patient will release a mental impact, so that when it comes to the early stage of the cut-off step, Gu Jun can only be left alone in the operating room to operate.

However, the lack of response at all now may mean that the connection between the petrified patient and the anomalous forces is not in the lobe, and damage here cannot sever its connection.

But at this moment, none of them can be sure whether it is right or not, and Professor Lu is unable to express his change in symptoms.

So in any case, the surgery can only be done. The operation is like a train that does not pause, and once it leaves the platform, it can only drive to its end.

"The patient had no abnormal reactions, no visions." Liu Chuanhong made a report, and went deep into the next predetermined position on the operation of the cut-off, "The operation continues." ”

At the same time, the gunfire outside did not subside, and they suddenly heard the roar of an explosion, and their hearts were still tugling, and they could hear that it was the explosion of a shell. The communication speaker on the wall of the operating room quickly came out: "Please rest assured in the operating room, there is an abnormal force outside, and the situation is still under control." ”

Obviously, the command center also knew that it was impossible for these deafening artillery fires not to affect their psychological state.

"It's a statue of Doctor Gu." Liu Chuanhong said to the others, concentrating his own spirit and that of others, "The enemy wants to destroy the statue of Dr. Gu." We do ours, Professor Lu is still waiting for us to complete this operation, Dr. Gu's heroic soul will bless us with a successful operation, and the operation continues! ”

Everyone nodded in response, and Sun Yuheng also stabilized his mind and continued his work as a helper.

Gu Jun is the kind of person who makes him feel ashamed of himself, and when he first heard about Gu Jun's death, he was shocked, regretful, and sad.

Now, Sun Yuheng is a little dissatisfied with why he can't enter the spell department, but the more this is the case, the more he must do his own battle. At the beginning, Gu Jun faced the mental impact of the nightmare patient alone, and it would not be easier than now. He can't let Dongda be majestic, and he can't afford to lose Dongda's reputation.

Sun Yuheng relieved a little nervousness as soon as he laughed at himself, and devoted himself to the operation.

The explosion of shells rang out again and again outside the building, and the faint caphony of human voices did not stop, but became faster and more chaotic.

Suddenly, they heard the first screams, but the screams stopped abruptly, followed by more shouts, gunshots......

Someone died. The screams were the last echoes of the victims before they died.

The defense line with Gu Jun's statue as the central point is undoubtedly being hit by an extremely severe impact.

Liu Chuanhong pulled the pull bar of the handle of the cutter again to cut off the second nerve fiber position, and soon the third position was completed to cut off.

The severing of this lobe was completed, and without relieving themselves, they began to close the skull and suture it.

The night outside was darker, and all kinds of chaotic sounds never stopped, and a second scream appeared, followed by a third......

I don't know how many people screamed, screamed, and screamed wildly.

It was as if one of the lines of defense had been broken, and those of them who were doing the surgery didn't even know what the enemy was facing the outside colleagues was facing, except for the faint roar of the flood and some strange noises that could not be described.

Outside the operating room is one world, and inside the operating room is another world.

Stick to the side of the operating table, just like those soldiers who stick to the defense line.

After everyone dealt with the left side of the skull, they went to the right side, turned Professor Lu into a good position, and began to cut the scalp.

Not long after, the sound of the high-speed rotation of the craniotomy drill sounded again, and Liu Chuanhong took the drill to punch a hole in Professor Lu's right skull, and the bone residue splashed slightly.

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