Chapter 860

Outside the surgery room, there was a group of young doctors wearing white doctor uniforms.

They were all interns who had just joined the Presbyterian Hospital in the past two years. They were also led by the doctor in the surgery room, Strange, who was known as the Hand of God. It was for this reason that they could watch from outside when Strange was performing the surgery.

Even though they had seen such scenes many times before, after seeing such a difficult surgery being easily solved by Strange, they were shocked and subconsciously looked at each other with a little more admiration and admiration.

But Strange didn't care about anything in the outside world. After the operation, he took off his mask with some dissatisfaction and said to the figure sitting next to the radio not far away from him:

"Billy, don't joke with me! This song is not difficult at all!"

"I'm not kidding, Dr. Strange!" Billy didn't even turn his head, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

"This song is quite old, you may not be able to answer it!"

"Are you sure?" Strange raised his mouth corners, raised a confident smile on his face, thought for a while, and then spoke decisively.

"'Like a Spring Breeze', Chaka Mangioni's masterpiece, was released in 1977! Seriously, Billy, let's do something difficult!"

"No, doctor, you're wrong this time!" As soon as he finished speaking, Billy turned around and smiled, "It was 1978!"

"No, Billy!" Hearing this, Strange was still not panicked at all, and calmly explained: "Although Like a Spring Breeze was on the charts in 1978, this album was released in December 1977!"

"No, Wikipedia says it was 19..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Strange, "Check it again!"

"You know, Billy, I never make mistakes!"

As soon as these words came out, Billy's tone stagnated, and he was speechless. He turned around and began to search again silently.

After a while, when he saw the message displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, Billy's face pulled and he said helplessly: "Okay, Dr. Strange, you are right!"

"Oh!"

Hearing this, Strange immediately cheered and raised his eyebrows proudly at Billy, "Look, Billy, I never make mistakes!"

While the two were arguing, the next moment, outside the door of the operating room, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared outside the door, instantly attracting Strange's attention.

Looking at the other party's anxious look, Strange's heart moved, and he handed the matter here to others to deal with, and then walked quickly towards the door.

Leaving the operating room, looking at the figure standing in front of him, Strange said with a serious face: "What's the situation? Dr. Palmer!"

"Gunshot wound!" Palmer did not hesitate and immediately handed the tablet in his hand to him while introducing him.

This was a patient who had just been sent to the hospital. Due to a gunshot wound to the brain, his vital signs had weakened to the extreme. The doctor in charge of the examination diagnosed him as dead and was about to take him out of the hospital.

However, after receiving the report, Palmer keenly noticed the abnormality. In order to verify her judgment, she did not dare to neglect it and planned to seek Strange's help as soon as possible.

If there is anyone who can save this injured person from the hands of death, in her opinion, only Strange can do it.

"This guy is still alive!" Looking at the report in his hand, Strange was a little surprised and said: "Apnea, brain stem examination and respiratory response examination have all failed... I think I know where the problem is, Dr. Palmer!"

Strange stretched out his hand to operate it, and then pointed the tablet to Palmer and said: "The problem is here, there is still a bullet in the patient's brain that has not been taken out!"

"Thank you, it may be that the medulla oblongata was injured, so I need an expert now. Nick diagnosed him with brain death. If he doesn't go over soon, he may have finished dealing with the body!"

As soon as these words came out, Strange's face suddenly changed, and he said seriously: "Then we have to hurry up, if it's a little later, it may be too late!"

As he said, he hurried towards the emergency room.

I ran all the way to the destination. As luck would have it, at this moment in the emergency room, a young man in a white coat was standing next to a bed. The patient on the bed was lying there motionless. He was wearing a pair of blue gloves on his hands and was about to push the bed to another place. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Seeing this, Strange's face became anxious and he spoke quickly.

"Wait a minute, Nick!"

Quickly coming to the bed, Strange said nothing and began to examine the patient in front of him.

"What are you going to do, Dr. West!"[]

Palmer rushed here later and looked at him with a somewhat unfriendly face.

"Take the organ, he is the donor!"

Nick West said slowly.

"Wait a minute, I didn't agree to this!"

"Your consent is not needed. He has been diagnosed as brain dead, isn't he?"

While talking, Nick pushed the bed and planned to walk towards the operating room.

"It's not time yet!"

Finally, Strange said, "The patient can still be saved. We need to prepare a suboccipital craniotomy for him!"

"Impossible!" Nick shook his head, "I won't let you operate on a dead person!"

"Look at what this is?" Strange didn't want to waste time talking to him, and immediately handed over the tablet in his hand.

Looking at the picture on the tablet, Nick seemed to understand something, and his face suddenly changed, "A complete bullet?"

"This isA reinforced bullet made of lead and antimony is a toxic alloy. "Strange said his judgment with a serious face, "and when the toxicity directly enters the cerebrospinal fluid, you should know what will happen?"

"Acute onset, the central nervous system stops reflexing!" At this time, Nick had completely understood what the other party meant, his face froze, and he murmured.

"We must rescue him immediately!" Palmer simply checked the patient's physical condition, and without saying anything, he immediately pushed the bed towards the operating room.

"Although the patient is not dead, he will soon!" Strange looked at Nick calmly, and said word by word: "Now, do you still want to take his organs? "

Nick was speechless.

In the operating room, Strange put on his surgical gown again and looked at the patient in front of him. This time he did not dare to be careless at all. Even the music he liked to play in the past stopped. The operating room was dead silent and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Took a few deep breaths, and the next moment, Strange finally took action..