Chapter 76: The Head of Neurosurgery Assists Myrna

Annette, her body covered in surgical scrubs, huddled with a few neurosurgeons to the side. Through her protective shield, Myrna saw the doubt in their eyes directed at her. But she didn’t care, quickly putting on her surgical gloves.

Weak individuals tend to gang up and question someone unfamiliar. Those who have seen the vast world outside know how big it is. Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it’s unreasonable!

The head of neurosurgery walked over, ignoring his colleagues’ cold stares, and asked Myrna, “Do you need my help?”

“Um, yes. You can help me by passing things from the side.”

“Fine, I’ll cooperate with you. Just tell me what you need,” the head of neurosurgery said, as if finding nothing wrong with assisting a female high school student. He stated it as a matter of course.

The neurosurgeons looked at each other, all seeing the same thought: The director has gone mad!

It was more than madness; his behavior was simply dumbfounding. It was completely incomprehensible! It was a ridiculous request from a female high school student, but he not only agreed to it but also acted as if she were a true expert in this field.

Chapter 26: The Head of Neurosurgery Assists Myrna

Wasn’t Myrna just a high school student who hadn’t even grown a full head of hair, and hadn’t even attended college? And he, a chief doctor who had been working in a third-class hospital for decades, was assisting her in surgery?!

Annette and the others couldn’t understand what he was doing, watching every move of the two on the operating table with skeptical eyes, none willing to lend a hand.

Myrna was fully focused on the operating table, first checking Erick’s condition, her eyes slightly darkened. The brain tumor was pressing on his blood vessels, and long-term anemia led to malnutrition. His internal organs were also in poor condition. Though not overtly sick, his heart’s blood production function was extremely poor due to years of inactivity, and his liver had some minor problems. His condition was such that he was already at death’s door.

The reason I didn’t fall down should be related to the consumption of Ganoderma lucidum. Otherwise, the hospital would have notified of a sudden death instead of a critical condition.

“Bent hemostat.”

Someone handed her the equipment. Myrna used the forceps to clamp the ruptured, bleeding blood vessel, effectively isolating the brain tumor. Her movements were fluid, without any superfluous actions. Watching her perform surgery was like witnessing a perfect art performance, pleasing to the eye.

Several neurosurgeons originally thought she was just messing around, and even the director was indulging her perceived madness. But now, they were all staring, unable to look away.

What kind of joke was that? A female high school student performed a craniotomy more skillfully than the doctors in their top-tier hospital, and the angles at which she operated were very tricky. The book had never mentioned that craniotomy could be performed at that location, but upon careful consideration, that position was more precise and less harmful to the patient than the common craniotomy locations they had learned!

“Cut the organization.”

Myrna’s voice was hoarse beyond belief. She had a day full of intense exams and surgeries. From morning till now, she hadn’t even had a sip of water. Yet, everyone in the operating room was so focused on her actions that not a single person thought to wipe her sweat or offer her a drink.

Erick’s health condition was so poor that even though she had managed to give him a small pill to sustain his life before the surgery, his heartbeat continued to decline.

“…Hand me the surgical tweezers.”

The Director of Neurosurgery’s eyes blazed with fanaticism, tracking every move of Myrna’s surgery.

Amid Annette’s gasps, Myrna successfully removed the tumor completely, near the meninges.

This… Where was this a high school student?