The First Surgery

Seeing the Smart Brain's "Green Rating," Rein looked at the woman who could die at any moment, his struggling expression turning stiff.

He could doubt his own judgment, but the Smart Brain had never been wrong.

Rein thought that in the year he had transmigrated, he had learned to be cold-blooded and numb.

He could now stab a dagger into an enemy's throat without batting an eye, and then deliver a finishing blow.

But clearly, that wasn't the cold-bloodedness of a lost humanity, it was just the instinct of self-preservation.

"Heh, damn conscience."

Rein mocked himself inwardly, but still walked over. It was like in his past life, when he'd see a dirty, skinny stray cat, he'd toss it a piece of ham. He intended to go forward and check the situation.

He didn't approach immediately, but used a branch to carefully lift the black cloth mask from the woman's face.

She had standard Western features, so exquisite that not a single flaw could be found.

Even though her face was devoid of color, she was still stunning, giving the impression of a sleeping beauty under a high-gloss filter.

A flicker of astonishment flashed in Rein's eyes, but he didn't linger.

His gaze followed downwards, and he carefully examined the woman's attire. After thinking for a moment, he moved closer, reached out, and felt her pulse and body structure. He didn't find any strange structures like bone spurs or tails.

At this moment, he finally confirmed that the person before him was indeed a normal human.

Looking down again, he saw that blood was continuously seeping from the clothes on the woman's chest.

Clearly, her injuries were severe.

Without thinking, he estimated she wouldn't survive.

Save her?

Or not save her?

Rein frowned and fell into thought.

But then, he realized his dilemma was unfounded.

With his amateur surgeon skills, it was a question whether he could even save her with such injuries.

Since he had to stay here until morning anyway, after a moment's thought, Rein decided to give himself something to do on this already restless night.

With the mindset of simply practicing, he took out surgical instruments from his Storage Ring and began.

He first spread out a thick cashmere rug, then picked up the unconscious woman and placed her on the mat.

Her weight wasn't light, indicating she was an extraordinary.

After awakening, human muscle fibers and bone density increased significantly. The stronger the extraordinary, the heavier they were.

The surgical scissors cut from top to bottom, slicing open her collar from the neckline.

As he expected, the woman wore no clothing underneath. Even lying flat, her chest rose proudly, possessing astonishing dimensions.

The scissors continued downwards, stripping her bare.

After a thorough examination, it was clear her injuries weren't limited to just one.

Rein's expression grew serious. He looked at the wound in the center of the blonde woman's chest, where there was a mark like a beast's claw. He muttered, "With such severe injuries, an ordinary person would have died a hundred times over."

The wound was deep, and blood was flowing from that scratch.

What was more bizarre was that small beads of blood were seeping from the pores near the wound.

This wasn't an external wound, but rather a "continuous bleeding state" caused by some kind of extraordinary power.

Because of that strange power, her wound couldn't heal, slowly consuming her life.

Rein lightly touched the skin near the wound, then gently squeezed her limbs. The unusual sensation allowed him to quickly assess the general extent of her injuries: "Three ribs are broken, her left arm is shattered, multiple internal organs are damaged, and surgery is needed immediately."

He had read many medical books recently and could roughly distinguish some basic conditions and treatment procedures for injuries.

But theory was one thing, and actually doing it was another. Rein had no confidence.

If he operated, he might cut her to death;

But if he didn't operate, she was also on the path to death.

Either way, she might die, but trying offered a sliver of hope.

Rein raised an eyebrow and calmly made an incision.

If he killed her, he could just consider it practice.

Aside from practicing on corpses, this was the first time Rein was cutting into a living person.

He took out his set of exquisite surgical instruments and began his first surgical operation in the wilderness.

Debridement, disinfection, suturing, fixing fractured limbs...

He was completely focused throughout the entire process, suturing internal organs, blood vessels, nerves, and finally the skin.

He operated while recalling the records in medical texts.

Holding the scalpel, Rein skillfully entered the focused practice state he was accustomed to, as if the person before him was just a corpse, with nothing else on his mind.

Time seemed to pass without him even noticing.

About two and a half hours later, the wound stitching was complete.

The surgery was perfect, at least for Rein, an apprentice surgeon.

As for the mysterious extraordinary power eroding the woman's body, his current skill level was insufficient to do anything about it.

Putting down the needle and thread, Rein looked at the woman, who likely wouldn't survive until dawn, and then injected her with two more healing potions.

"I've done all I can. Whether you live or die depends on your own fate."

After doing all this, Rein finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He bandaged the wound with gauze, then took out a cashmere sleeping bag and wrapped the blonde woman in it, concealing her exquisite and beautiful body so she wouldn't die from losing too much body heat.

With nothing else to do, Rein looked at the unconscious woman before him with a complex expression, his thoughts beginning to race.

Who exactly was this woman?

Why was she found alone and severely injured in the wilderness?

After the potion injection, although the blonde woman's breathing was still weak, her vital signs had gradually stabilized.

The firelight flickered in his eyes, casting an orange glow on both their faces.

Rein frowned and pondered for a long time, but to no avail. He then sighed slightly, "Forget it. I'm leaving at dawn anyway, so why think so much about it."

He closed his eyes and meditated, drifting in and out of consciousness for the entire night.

The campfire by the camp was almost burnt out when Rein was awakened by the "chirping" of birds in the morning.

He opened his eyes. The thick fog had thinned considerably, and sunlight gradually pierced through the mist, dispelling the darkness and returning light to the earth.

The three Canine Rabbit corpses were completely cold. The morning breeze blew into his collar, waking him up.

Rein turned his head and saw that not far from him, the woman wrapped like a cocoon in the sleeping bag was sleeping soundly.

What happened last night was not a dream.

He walked over and touched her forehead. She had a slight fever.

"Huh? She actually survived? Heh, at least my potions weren't wasted."

Rein breathed a sigh of relief.

Although her breath was weak, the woman's face finally had a little color.

After thinking for a moment, he directly opened the sleeping bag to check the healing progress of the wound on her chest.

The higher the level of an extraordinary being, the more gene chains they unlock, and the stronger their self-healing ability. Coupled with the perfect surgical stitching, this also accelerated the wound's healing. Of course, the healing potions also played a significant role.

In short, the woman had survived, her wound was not infected, and she was recovering well.

After the examination, Rein took out another fever-reducing potion, intending to inject it into the vein in her arm with a syringe.

"Whether you can survive from now on depends on yourself. After this shot, we'll go our separate ways."

He held the syringe and muttered to himself.

This woman would likely take a long time to wake up, but that was no longer his concern. As for whether she would be discovered and eaten by wild beasts after he left, or if her enemies would catch up to her, he no longer cared.

He was self-aware. He was just a rookie who had newly entered the extraordinary realm and was incapable of protecting a severely injured woman in the wilderness. Nor did he have any obligation to do so.

He had done everything he could, and his damned conscience could finally rest.

Now that it was dawn, he planned to leave immediately.

But just as he administered the injection, an accident occurred.

Perhaps startled by the pain of the needle prick, the blonde woman, who had her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Driven by an instinctive sense of danger, she lightning-fast grabbed Rein's wrist as he was giving the injection.

Her grip was like an iron clamp, causing a painful crack.

Then, their eyes met.

Looking at her cold, sharp gaze that felt like a knife cut, Rein felt that things had become even more damned.