An Unexpected Chance for Surgery

"Do you want to live?" Henry asked.

"Do you want to die?" the old man, who was lying on the table and struggling to get up, asked back.

Henry swept all the Gold Coin the Slav had placed on the table, keeping only one for himself and returning the rest to their rightful owners. He then said to the Slav, "If you want my help, have a few men hold him down."

Stuffing the remaining Gold Coin back into his pocket, the Slav gave a wink to someone behind him, and three or five burly men stepped forward and grabbed the old man's limbs.

The old man cursed, "Damn it, what are you bastards doing? Believe me or not, I'll shoot you all on your way."

The melancholic, handsome Slavic man shook his head and said, "If you don't heal yourself, you won't have this chance."

Henry ripped open the shirt covering the area where he had been shot, near the lower left lung. The blood that flowed out was unusually thick and dark, almost black.

Moreover, the old man was also coughing. It was precisely because of the violent coughing that the paramedics were unable to provide assistance. The paramedics' clumsy handling caused the old man to curse loudly, even raising his voice.

Without thinking, Henry pressed down on the old man's chest. The pain was so intense that the man almost jumped up, and a headbutt knocked Henry unconscious. Fortunately, his companion held down his limbs, preventing Henry from succeeding.

Seeing this, Henry said, "You have lung cancer?"

"You're the one with lung cancer, your whole family has lung cancer, and your entire body is covered in lung cancer," the old man said with a strong voice, not at all like a lung cancer patient. But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed violently, as if he was about to vomit his lungs out.

Seeing this, Henry said happily, "You're really lucky. I already agreed to treat you. And I've never had lung cancer removed. Oh, I should say I've never had anything removed."

As if sensing his impending doom, the old man shouted excitedly, "What are you doing, you quack!"

I'm here to help you.

"I didn't need your help! Get out, get out!"

"But I promised someone. If you think you can stop the doctor from operating by refusing, you need to go to a reputable hospital."

What If...? surgery is required, the first-aid kit on hand might not be enough. There's also the issue of anesthesia.

Major surgeries usually require general anesthesia to prevent patients from moving around due to discomfort or pain during the procedure.

Besides making surgery more difficult for doctors, it also increases the unnecessary risk of accidentally injuring other areas.

However, anesthesia is a complex subject; too much or too little can cause problems.

However, since Henry wasn't a formally trained doctor, and this wasn't a proper sterile operating room,

So he designed his own process based on the knowledge he learned from the book.

First, a few sewing needles that had been found and sterilized were used as acupuncture needles and inserted into the old man's body, mainly to block the transmission of nerve sensations.

Henry hadn't yet figured out a way to completely paralyze the recipient's body, or a temporary measure that would allow for rapid recovery after the needles were removed. So, the Russia still had to rely on themselves to keep their own comrades in check.

In particular, I don't need a large surgical field; I only need enough space to operate. Therefore, I can make some modifications to existing surgical methods by comparing them with future minimally invasive surgical techniques.

However, since the surgery wasn't performed using Leonardo da Vinci's arm, it differed from later minimally invasive surgeries. Nevertheless, the possibility of smaller incisions remained.

The entire surgical procedure had been simulated in his mind a thousand times, but for Henry, with his Super Brain, it was just a blink of an eye. Amidst the old man's curses, Henry made the first incision!

Removing the Negasonic Teenage Warhead from the body was as simple as for the previous victims. Sometimes, it didn't even require reopening the wound.

The Negasonic Teenage Warhead can be removed from the bullet hole using only tweezers.

Unless the internal bleeding is severe, Henry usually won't enlarge the incision further, thus prolonging the postoperative recovery time. However, lung cancer surgery is not so simple.

Fortunately, the people surrounding him were mostly street thugs who were practically illiterate, so no one questioned Henry's actions. In fact, most of them couldn't even understand what Henry was planning to do, even if they were just standing by and watching.

So Henry had no mental burden and went straight for it, cutting open with a knife. Issues like adhesions or ribs getting in the way were no big deal for Henry. Even if someone struggled and moved around, it was a minor matter for him with his Super Speed and reflexes.

The old man, whose chest had been slashed open, shouted, "You quack! You damned quack! I'm going to file a complaint against you and have your medical license revoked. Is this how you perform surgery?"

Henry chuckled and replied, "You don't need to bother. You don't think I have a medical license that I can have revoked, do you?"

"What? Which medical school did you attend? Did your mother study with Gypsies, or with Africa witch medicine?"

"Oh, you can rest assured about that. I studied at the Los Angeles Library and also took advanced courses at the New York Public Library. My knowledge is absolutely extensive and advanced. It's not like the primitive methods used by Gypsies or Africa natives."

"Walter! You have no medical license, you didn't go to medical school, and you dare to operate on me like that?"

Henry replied, "Since you don't have health insurance to apply for anyway, why bother with all those formal requirements? Is it more important to cure yourself, or to weigh the total value of my medical certificate? Or are you saying that medical school graduates are all quacks? That's discrimination!"

"This has nothing to do with discrimination! You fucking bastard, don't make me get out of bed, or I'll kill you."

Although Henry tried to refute the old man, his loud questioning made even his Russian Mob members, who were trying to suppress him, hesitate. They were unsure whether they should let go and help the old man stop the seemingly unreliable young man. But the knife had already been plunged into his chest, leaving a large hole. Was this the time to stop him?

"Ah!" The old man struggled desperately. It took several Russian Mob men to restrain him, as he was on the verge of going crazy.

Henry ignored whether the other person was genuinely in pain or simply furious, and continued slicing with his knife. The sight of a heart beating beside him, and the sight of him cutting into a blackened lung, stimulated Henry's senses with a novelty.

Henry pulled a grotesquely grown, black, rotten piece of flesh from between his ribs and threw it onto a nearby metal plate, covering the Negasonic Teenage Warhead he had just removed. He then quickly tied and closed his chest.

The old man, who kept cursing throughout the process, seemed to be using all the strength he had accumulated over several lifetimes.

After the chest was closed and stitched up, Henry pulled the embroidery needle out of the old man's body. The old man collapsed and fainted like a robot that had lost power. The others looked at each other and let go.