Chapter 1: 1.The perfect operation.
In the operating room of the Presbyterian Hospital, the largest and finest in New York City, Nash stood before the surgical table, his hands gripping the patient's wrist, fully absorbed in assessing the patient's condition.
It was his routine.
Before any surgery, he must feel the patient's pulse.
Despite the highly advanced instruments in the operating room, he still trusted the sensations in his fingertips more.
Hmm, no abnormalities in the abdominal cavity.
No abnormalities in the thoracic cavity either.
Temperature within normal range.
The guy's condition was basically fine; surgery shouldn't pose any major problems.
Listening to the somewhat indistinct pulsation in his fingertips and the faint sensation of breath, Nash rapidly assessed the patient's condition in his mind.
"Dr. Nash, can we start the surgery?"
Inside the operating room, the anesthesiologist, assistant, and several surgical nurses watched Nash's actions without much curiosity.
This was the fifth surgery they had cooperated on with Nash this month, and they had become accustomed to his movements.
They simply reminded Nash after completing their respective preparations.
Nash was his English name, used when he traveled in Europe and America.
"Yes, let's begin."
Nash released the patient's hand, nodded, and reached for the surgical knife, commencing today's procedure.
The surgical blade swiftly and accurately cut through the patient's abdominal skin, exposing the underlying tissues.
Like the four surgeries before this month, today's procedure was also a tumor removal, and it was equally challenging—a non-routine tumor surgery. The patient had colon cancer, but the cancer cells had spread to the peritoneum.
Nash wasn't surprised by this.
If it were a routine surgery, they wouldn't need to call him in. Although he didn't know how much the hospital charged for his surgeries, he knew the old man running the place was greedy. Judging by the greedy nature of the old man and the conflicted expression on the hospital director's face after each surgery—both excited and pained—it was certain the hospital wouldn't be cutting any discounts.
Taking a deep breath and shaking off distracting thoughts, Nash glanced at the abdominal cavity and the nearby computer instruments, his hands swiftly getting to work.
Various surgical instruments flew from the hands of nearby surgical nurses and assistants.
Typically, the first and second assistants would assist in performing auxiliary surgical tasks during surgery.
But with Nash, that was unnecessary. They only needed to assist the surgical nurses in preparing the instruments Nash required.
Perfect!
It was truly perfect!
His movements were so fluid!
His speed was so swift!
His incisions were so precise!
...
It was like the hand of God, a surgical genius!
In the observation room diagonally above the operating room, a group of doctors in white coats watched the busy surgery below. Each of them wore expressions of fascination, seeing the slender and somewhat frail-looking figure standing at the surgical table, completely engrossed in his work. Every one of them admired him sincerely.
These doctors were all renowned experts in the field of oncology, some even nominated for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
Each of them had performed countless surgeries and possessed unparalleled surgical skills. They were not easily impressed.
But at this moment, watching the surgery below and observing his surgical technique, they were completely won over!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that such skill and perfection existed in the world!
The man before them seemed almost inhuman, like an incredibly precise surgical instrument!
How else could he be so quick, so precise in every move, in every excision?
Even with their own eyes witnessing it repeatedly, they still found it unreal!
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, Nash completed the final maneuver of the surgery, setting down the scissors in his hand and turning to the other side of the surgical table, grabbing the patient's wrist again, fully focused on listening.
"Surgery complete."
After listening for about a minute, Nash's expression relaxed completely, announcing the perfect conclusion of the surgery.
"Thank you, Doctor, for your hard work!"
Every member of the surgical team cast a respectful glance at Nash. They all bowed instinctively, including the usually aloof anesthesiologist.
Nash's near-perfect technique had completely won them over.
"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."
Nash nodded and gave them a faint smile in acknowledgment.
Although his surgeries hardly required assistance and he basically performed every step himself, he never thought all the credit belonged to him alone. He never looked down on the surgical support staff. He knew very well that without their cooperation and assistance, he would never be able to complete the surgery alone.
His surgeries were mainly performed by himself not out of arrogance or unwillingness to let others participate, but because they were extremely risky and highly challenging. Each maneuver required extreme precision, and basically, only he could perform those maneuvers!
Leaving the operating room and changing out of his sterile gown in the locker room, Nash felt as though he had just lifted a thousand-pound weight off his shoulders. While he breathed a sigh of relief, a profound sense of exhaustion swept over him.
Maintaining intense concentration for nearly four hours, performing highly precise and rapid movements continuously, even with Nash's extraordinary physical and mental endurance, it was taxing.
After tidying his hair, Nash put on a fresh mask and walked towards the door.
"Dr. Nash, hello, I'm Dr. Rex, an oncology specialist at the hospital. I have some questions about the surgery and would like to consult with you. Could you spare some time to guide me?"
"Dr. Nash, I'm..."
...
At the door of the operating room, Nash's figure had just appeared when he was immediately surrounded by a group of enthusiastic doctors in white coats.
As top experts in their field, these individuals were all passionate about medicine, possessed unparalleled talent, or were simply passionate about their work. After witnessing Nash's miraculous skills, how could they contain themselves? Each of them felt countless questions stirring in their hearts, eager for Nash's guidance, hoping to elevate their own medical skills.
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