Rumors such as "Don't make trouble," "The school is letting a freshman who knows nothing steal the spotlight," and "Get out of the sacred operating room" quickly filled the entire live broadcast platform.
His companion boasted to Nuoyan proudly, "You see, the public's eyes are sharp. If she really had the talent, why would she be putting on a show in front of the camera now? I think the privileged question bank and the robots were all tricks she prepared in advance. It's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse."
His original intention was to get Noben to change his impression of the girl and return to the camp of boycotting Orientals, but before he finished speaking, his phone was snatched away.
"Show off, you grandma!" Nuo Ben was furious. While cursing, his fingers quickly typed on the keyboard. He directly started fighting with people in the message area and resolutely became Ye Lan's flower protector.
At this time, Ye Lan didn't know that he had appeared in front of the teachers and students of the school again.
Of course, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
She was listening to several expert professors analyzing the pathology report.
"The location of this tumor is terrible. It's connected to several major arteries above and below it. And for some unknown reason, the patient's arteries are strangely twisted and deformed, wrapping around the tumor like a spider web, as if protecting it."
"Once the skull is opened and the arteries are removed, I'm afraid even ten more people wouldn't be able to handle them."
"But the tumor has already ruptured and is compressing the nerves. Without surgery, the patient is likely to become a vegetative state. If he becomes brain dead, it would be a form of torture for him."
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All the doctors looked at the X-rays in front of them with frowns on their faces, and they even disagreed on whether to perform surgery. Even though the students who were watching the live broadcast did not understand medical knowledge, they could feel deep despair just by looking at the large tumor shadow that almost occupied a quarter of the brain volume, and the blood vessels and nerves spread across the entire surface of the tumor.
According to general medical advice, conservative treatment would definitely be chosen, and the patient would rather die from brain death than from surgery.
But at Seer Rose University, all those gathered here are gifted children with exceptional IQs. Even those in the lowest-level A-class colleges have children who are above the average for key universities.
Their pride will never allow them to spend the rest of their lives lying in bed.
News soon reached the students' parents, who sternly demanded that the perpetrator be punished, and their second request was that their son be rescued at all costs.
"They said if Sayre Rose University can't do it, they'll file a lawsuit in the Parliamentary Court." The assistant presented the grim facts and the university's directive, "We must rescue the person by any means necessary."
The old professor gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "Aren't you trying to make us take the blame? We can't do this surgery!"
For the reputation of the medical department and for his own medical career, this one cut might ruin everything.
Just as the two sides were deadlocked, the patient's electrocardiogram on the hospital bed began to make rapid beeps again.
"Cardiac arrest! Professor!"
The students shouted eagerly.
The old professor shuddered and closed his eyes tightly. He finally turned around and rushed back to inject the patient with a cardiac stimulant. "Prepare for surgery!"
After this injection, the brain nerves will be stimulated faster and they have no choice.
"Yes!" The students answered without hesitation.
They chose medicine to save lives and never considered reputation or anything else. Now that they had no way out, they immediately arranged a craniotomy.
The lead surgeon looked at everyone in front of the operating table and gave his final instructions. "Now, if anyone wants to withdraw, I won't deduct any points from your impression. You are free to choose."
No one answered, and no one stepped back.
"Okay, let's begin the operation." The professor's eyes showed determination, and the scalpel began to cut the flesh on the patient's shaved head.
Because it was a live broadcast, the surgical footage was also broadcast in real time, and medical students were explaining it simultaneously.
"We've only cut through the scalp tissue. Next, we need to remove part of the skull to see the specifics of the tumor. We're using the latest nano-electric drill, which can effortlessly separate the skull. Okay, now we can see the periosteum..."
Those who were able to enter Seer Rose University were all geniuses with a wide range of interests. They were only slightly uncomfortable with the bloody scenes. More students were curious about the in-depth explanation and kept staring at the pictures to study them.
"The periosteum and fascia have been separated. Next, we will be able to see the true appearance of this mysterious tumor. Oh my God...what is that thing?" Suddenly, the student who was explaining the case exclaimed, accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, as if they had suffered a great impact.
The professors who had been surrounding the operating table and performing treatment in an orderly manner also stared in amazement.
"God, what is this?"
The attending professor looked at the tumor in front of him and could hardly hold the scalpel.
Even the lay students felt something was wrong at this moment.
Because the tumor was so large, deposits dotted the brain, and its surface was covered with thick blood vessels that were intricately attached to it, with no pattern to follow.
"It's impossible to remove it. It's simply impossible." The group of people who had just been so fearless were now in a state of panic. Even the equally respected associate professor said, "Stop it! If this scene were brought to the parliamentary court, they would acquit us on the spot. This is an impossible operation."
Even God would shake his head when he came.
The instructor, who had recovered from his shock at this moment, finally spoke again and explained to everyone the impracticability of this operation.
"The most complicated part of the surgery is avoiding the brain's nerves and arteries. Most people's nerves tend to be distributed in a regular pattern and aren't crowded together, but this student's condition is very unusual."
"Almost all of his brain nerves are concentrated on the tumor. The situation is even more serious than what the X-ray shows. If we remove it, it will inevitably cause damage to the brain nerves."
As for brain nerve damage, it goes without saying that the person will either become a vegetable or a fool.
"He'll die. It's not just a case of injury. Even if we perform this surgery, he won't survive." The associate professor supplemented the student's explanation on screen, then sighed deeply. "I'm sorry for this student."
The attending professor put down the scalpel and closed his eyes in sorrow.
They tried their best.
Inside the medical room, a dead silence spread all the way. As the electrocardiogram grew slower and slower, every sound was like a stone pressing on everyone's heart, making them feel suffocated and sad.
The students in front of the live camera have begun to observe a moment of silence for the lives that are about to be lost.
At this moment, the door of the medical room was pushed open again, and the girl who had left at some point came back, and her slender figure soon appeared in front of the operating table.
"Please make way." She greeted the associate professor politely.
The associate professor hadn't reacted yet and subconsciously followed the instructions to give up his assistant's position.
Then she opened an antique sandalwood box and took out a cloth bag from it. When she opened it, there was a whole row of golden needles.
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