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The tracker in Zhang Heng's head had been programmed at the factory. Once signal transmission was blocked for more than eight hours, it would automatically melt, causing irreversible damage to the wearer's cerebral cortex.
Earlier, at the amusement park, Zhang Heng had been forced to remove the signal jammer from his hand for a while when the signal blockage was nearing eight hours. By the time he lay down on the operating table, there were less than five hours left before the tracker automatically melted.
And this time, to ensure that Shen Tang Morgan did not learn that Zhang Heng was still alive, Dr. Gu needed to complete the operation within five hours and remove the tracker beneath Zhang Heng's cerebral cortex.
Even for Dr. Gu, hailed as the finest surgeon in New Shanghai 0297, this was still an exceptionally daunting challenge.
Four hours had now passed. Dr. Gu, who was performing the operation, had his back completely soaked with sweat, while the assistant beside him had lost count of how many times she had wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
Because the procedure demanded intense concentration, Dr. Gu often could not even blink for long stretches of time, leaving his eyes bloodshot.
Fengzi had fallen asleep against the wall some distance away. The sight of the surgery had not frightened her, but after a night filled with one harrowing event after another, both her body and mind had reached their limits. Before sunrise, she had finally closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
Miss F, on the other hand, had not changed at all. From beginning to end, she stood by the operating room door like a statue, silent and maintaining the same posture. At one point, the young nurse in the operating room had even suspected that