Zhao Ming frowned and stared at the image on the screen.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "We can't wait any longer in his situation."

"If the dislocated organs are not treated, they will slowly dissipate. Please take a close look at his imaging report."

"Organs in the same location have atrophied at different time periods."

When everyone heard what Zhao Ming said, their faces became solemn.

The medical imaging doctor quickly reviewed the imaging report and said as he examined it carefully, "Indeed, our attention was previously drawn to the reversed position of the internal organs, and we didn't notice this subtle atrophy."

"According to this trend, if no further measures are taken, organ function will continue to decline until failure."

Zhao Ming took a deep breath and said firmly, "Then we need to urgently formulate a surgical plan."

"Trying to put the dislocated organs back in place and repairing the damaged connective tissue around them is extremely risky, but it's the only way to save his life right now."

Lin Lin thought for a moment and said, "It's not that I disagree with you having the surgery now."

"Based on previous similar cases, even if a patient has this condition, it is inevitable that their organs will atrophy to a certain extent."

"But regarding Patient No. 26, haven't you noticed that his strange power has begun to dissipate?"

"Ghost power is like a person's life. If we can't plug that gap, his body won't be able to recover."

"Even if we can't find the gap now, shouldn't we find ways and methods to replenish his strange power?"

"If nothing is done and he goes on the operating table like this, he might turn into a cloud of black smoke on the operating table."

Zhao Ming paused when he heard Lin Lin's words. A hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his resolve. "Dean Lin, I've considered the situation you mentioned."

"We currently have no idea how to replenish our strange energy, and the rate at which our organs are shrinking doesn't allow us to delay any further."

"Every moment we wait, the chances of a successful operation become slimmer."

Lin Lin didn't pay much attention to what he said.

She walked forward and pointed at a blurry shadow in the image and said, "Look here. I suspect the loss of strange power is related to this shadow area."

"Perhaps we can focus on studying this part first. Even if it's just to temporarily stabilize the loss of strange power, it can also provide some protection for the operation."

After examining it carefully, the medical imaging doctor slowly said, "The nature of this shadow is difficult to determine. Based on current imaging technology, it appears to be in a state between reality and illusion."

"But what Lin Lin said makes sense. If we rush into the surgery, once the strange power is rapidly lost during the operation, the patient will not be able to withstand it."

Zhao Ming crossed his arms and thought for a long time before speaking: "Then how about this, we split into two groups."

"I will lead a team that will immediately begin preparing the surgical plan and discuss with experts from other departments possible emergency measures to address the loss of strange power during the operation."

"The other team, led by the dean, will collaborate with the hospital's research team to fully research this shadowy area and strive to find a way to control or replenish the strange power as quickly as possible."

However, the time limit for group preparation was only a few hours.

If Lin Ni still fails to find a way to plug the leak within a few hours, then she will have no choice but to perform surgery directly according to Zhao Ming's suggestion to save the life of the patient in bed 26.

During these hours, the atmosphere in the hospital was as tense as a taut string.

Zhao Ming was in the operating preparation room, checking the surgical instruments over and over again. Each scalpel was flashing a cold light under the light. He kept rehearsing the surgical steps in his mind, thinking about various possible emergencies and how to deal with them.

On the other hand, Lin Lin and the research team were racing against time in the laboratory.

Various precision instruments made buzzing sounds, and data kept flashing and jumping on the screen.

Lin Lin stared at the instrument, beads of sweat on her forehead. She tried one energy combination and frequency adjustment after another, trying to find a way to accurately act on the shadow area and block the leak of strange power.

Every failure made her heart heavier.

With a click, the minute hand on the clock jumped to the time they had agreed on.

Zhao Ming's tightly closed eyes opened instantly.

He looked around with a stern look in his eyes, then calmly instructed Li Xiu, "Perform the operation as planned. Notify the anesthesiologist and prepare for general anesthesia."

He turned and walked towards the operating room, his steps firm but with a hint of heaviness.

Inside the operating room, the lights were as bright as day, but the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made one feel breathless.

The patient was pushed in smoothly, and the nurses quickly got busy, connecting various monitoring instruments. The electrocardiogram monitor made a rhythmic ticking sound, as if life was gasping for breath.

Zhao Ming stood in front of the operating table, took the scalpel after disinfecting his hands, took a deep breath, and raised the knife, cutting the skin accurately.

However, almost instantly, a powerful and strange force surged out from the incision, like black smoke wrapping around the surgical instruments.

Zhao Ming frowned, and continued to operate with forced calmness, trying to find the correct anatomical path in this turbulent flow of strange forces.

But the strange force seemed to have life, constantly attacking his hands and making his movements difficult.

The assistants standing by were so nervous that sweat broke out on their foreheads. They kept a close eye on Zhao Ming's every move, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Lin Lin jogged all the way into the observation area of ​​the operating room.

Her hair was a little messy, beads of sweat hung on her forehead, and her eyes were full of anxiety and anticipation.

Through the glass wall, she stared closely at the patient on the operating table and Zhao Ming who was performing the operation nervously.

Her hands unconsciously clenched, her nails digging deep into her palms. She held her breath, as if she were in the middle of the operation, and every subtle movement tugged at her heartstrings.

Although she knew very well that she was powerless to change the course of the operation, she still hoped for a miracle to happen. The tension and worry that surged from the bottom of her heart made her feel very uncomfortable in this small observation area.

On the operating table, more and more beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Ming's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the surgical mask.

His eyes remained firm, and his hands' movements, though difficult, were still orderly.

Every time the scalpel cuts in, it is like a thrilling game with evil forces.

Suddenly, the patient's body began to tremble violently, the monitoring equipment issued a sharp alarm, and strange power ran wildly in the body, as if trying to break through the last line of defense.

Lin Lin, who had just been in the observation area, had already changed into surgical clothes. Seeing this, he immediately went up to the operating table and assisted Zhao Ming in the operation.