As a doctor employed by the Continental Hotel, he naturally has two brushes under his hands.

With the pressure of death eliminated as much as possible, Caesar's skin opening as a suke was very stable.

The steady hands are like the most accurate machines.

The skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscles, and peritoneum open layer by layer like peeling onions under Caesar's dexterous scalpel.

Under his superb scalpel, even the amount of bleeding was kept within a fairly small range.

Du Wei also spoke out in a timely manner to report on the current situation of Wesker.

"Blood pressure 120/70, heart rate 60, stable."

At this moment, the elderly doctor, who was also the chief surgeon, suddenly spoke:

"We need to expose the tumor more fully, deep retractor!"

Du Wei quickly handed over the deep retractor to the second assistant.

The second and third assistants worked together to open the wound so that more of the surgical field was exposed to the eyes of the main surgeon.

But then there was a long silence.

Du Wei noticed that the surgeon's forehead had begun to sweat.

The condition of the tumor was clearly beyond his expectations.

Caesar's somewhat trembling voice rang out:

"Do you see his arteries? I can't even see the abdominal aorta, the tumor completely encircles the aorta! ”

The chief knife's voice was also not very good, and he said dryly:

"The growth of this tumor was beyond my expectations, it was much bigger than what I could see on a CT scan.

In this case, there is no way to remove it, and the risk is too great! ”

A hint of worry flashed in Wendy's eyes:

"We need to do a biopsy to clear the edges, and all that's left is prayer."

The chief surgeon took a deep breath, shook off his trembling hand, and said:

"I'll come, Si help you take the sample to the pathology laboratory on the first floor for a biopsy."

Soon, the sample was sent to Du Wei.

Then there was a long wait.

By the time Du Wei returned to the operating room with the results, the four doctors were exhausting their brains, trying to find more possibilities.

"If the tumor doesn't invade the artery wall, then there is still salvation, and we can do a peeling surface."

"If it's a non-invasive liposarcoma, we can cut it off from the outside and peel it off piece by piece with blunt dissection and tissue forceps......"

Speaking of which, they noticed Du Wei who had returned, and immediately focused their eyes on this last hope.

What they just said is a very ideal situation, and the real situation depends on the results of the biopsy.

Du Wei, who walked in, turned on the computer, entered the pairing code, and the biopsy report appeared on the computer.

When they saw the report displayed on the computer, everyone looked desperate.

It is leiomyosarcoma, and such a large leiomyosarcoma can only be blindly cut without a surgical field of view!

But it's easy to cut to that abdominal aorta!

This almost means that there is no chance of success!

The moment I saw the report, despair and pessimism began to spread.

The four doctors all pulled out their mobile phones and began to make calls.

Du Wei, who heard the few words, confirmed that they were confessing their last words.

It seems that they are not optimistic about the success rate of blind cutting at all, and they know the result of the failed operation, so they can only explain the future in advance.

Du Wei shook his head, speechless at the group of doctors who would rather have their minds open in physics than think about whether there was any other way.

He lifted the scalpel on his side and prepared to do it himself.

Seeing Du Wei's movements, everyone hurriedly put down their mobile phones to stop Du Wei's movements.

"Hey! New Arrival! What are you doing! Put down the scalpel in your hand! ”

"Stop, don't kill us!"

"Stop, stop! We'll talk about it later! ”

"Please, don't be willful, this is no longer an operation you can control!"

Someone even threw himself forward and hugged Du Wei's calf, making it difficult for him to approach the operating table.

Du Wei looked helplessly at his calf, who could be his grandfather's chief surgeon at his age:

"Didn't you all give up? I see you've said your last words, so you might as well let me try.

Maybe my approach works? ”

Hearing Du Wei say that he had a way, Caesar laughed coldly:

"Don't be, although there is little hope, but blind cutting always has its possibility of success.

But if you mess around, then our last hope will be extinguished by you! ”

The chief surgeon on the ground answered:

"That's right, although blind cutting is difficult, it is not undone in my long surgical career, and it is definitely better for me to have a success rate than you!"

Du Wei smiled, lowered his head and asked:

"And how many times did you succeed in blind cutting?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across the chief surgeon's face, and he said half-loudly:

"Succeeded 2 out of 7."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's breath stopped for a moment.

70% mortality? Are they really going to bet on this?

The chief surgeon understood the hidden meaning from the silence of the crowd, and he said with a red face:

"What's wrong? If anyone here has a higher success rate than me, I can let you be the main knife!

Are you okay? To tell you the truth, in my eyes, you are actually no different from interns!

A bunch of dolls who haven't touched the scalpel a few times, it's your luck to meet me! ”

Hearing the words of the chief surgeon, Caesar was the first to refuse.

Besides, under the pressure of life and death, he has long wanted to find an outlet to vent his emotions.

So he immediately pointed at the chief surgeon and scolded:

"You're an old thing, you've lived to be a dog, aren't you?

But if you have more experience in surgery, we will not fall to the point where we have to give your last words!

Luck to meet you? Luck to give us such a big leiomyosarcoma! Also enveloped the abdominal aorta! ”

The more Caesar spoke, the more angry he became, and after scolding the chief surgeon, he was still not happy, and looked at Du Wei who was holding a scalpel:

"If anyone among us brings bad luck, it's you!

If you're lucky, you won't be able to bring it back!

Can't you bring back a non-invasive liposarcoma result?!

It has to be a leiomyosarcoma! I'm so! Broom star! Phew! ”

Unlike the chief surgeon who trembled in the face of Caesar's insults, Du Wei was not accustomed to Caesar.

I saw that his grinning face immediately sank:

"I do have a way to solve the current situation so that everyone can survive, and the success rate is definitely much higher than blind cut.

But if Caesar doesn't apologize, then I promise you don't even have any hope of finally living. ”

Caesar sneered, and said to the left and right:

"Apologize? Did this kid take the wrong medicine? Does he know what he's talking about? ”

But what he didn't notice was that except for him, the other three people had a look of intention in their eyes.

What if? What if this kid really has a way?

Even blind incision, a surgery with a low success rate, is on their radar, so why not listen to this young man's advice?

If there is a higher hope of survival, they will still give it a go.

Therefore, Caesar soon felt a sharp foreign object on his waist.

At the same time, Misuke's voice sounded behind him:

"Apologize to him, immediately, immediately!"