Surgical Experience at an Underground Clinic

Just as Henry reached for the money, Lina swiftly grabbed his hand and pressed it down.

Instead of gripping her hand so tightly that the veins were bulging, Lina maintained her usual smile, a cold and aloof expression tinged with politeness and distance, as she said, "Call me." Her voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

Henry, however, remained unmoved. He took Lina's hand in his own, lifted it close, and gently kissed the skull tattoo on the knuckle of her middle finger, saying, "There will be a chance, sweetheart."

He then quickly grabbed the banknotes from the tray with his left hand, shook them, and prepared to leave.

But as soon as Henry turned around, he was blocked by another woman. He greeted her respectfully, "Ms. Fisher."

She loves retro styles, especially figure-hugging dresses. This hotel manager looks like a Hollywood star walking the red carpet every day.

Today, she wore a deep V-neck, high-slit turquoise dress that would make any normal person, regardless of gender, blush and have their heart race. Her long, wavy red hair covered half her face and draped over one shoulder.

Her alluring gaze swept over Henry, and she said with a hint of coquettishness, "Hmm. Lina, Luna, Anya, Dalia, Lola, and then I'm Ms. Fisher?"

Jealous? Don't get your hopes up. According to Henry's observation, she treats everyone the same way, making full use of this uniquely feminine weapon.

Ironically, the predominantly male group of contract gunmen falls for this tactic. The smaller minority of female gunmen, however, submit to its authority and dare not challenge a manager of a Continental Hotel.

Henry, however, was an exception. He chuckled and said, "There's a difference in status. Besides, I'm allergic to power, so I only have respect for you, madam, and would never dare to offend you. Still busy, I'm leaving now. Adios."

After saying that, Henry skillfully moved around the human wall formed by Mooney Fisher's men before they could stop him.

"I heard!" Mooney Fisher's voice stopped Henry in his tracks again. The distinguished hotel manager continued, "You performed a very difficult operation in your run-down little place."

Henry turned his head away and said honestly, "Surgery isn't difficult. It's just a matter of whether you want to find the easiest and least invasive method so that the patient can recover smoothly after the operation."

"Those who say a certain surgery is difficult are just trying to raise their fees. Otherwise, if a hospital told you that a certain surgery is very simple, but would charge you a million dollars, nobody would agree, right?"

The speaker downplayed the difficulty of the surgery, simply to avoid drawing too much attention to themselves.

Furthermore, Henry didn't know whether Mooney was referring to the skull base tumor removal surgery she performed on a child a while ago, or the hand reattachment surgery she performed on a contract gunman, or which surgery was more difficult.

For Henry, a Kryptonian, diseases that can be clearly identified and treated surgically are usually not a big deal. At most, it's just a matter of postoperative medication, which has to be adapted to individual circumstances, but there's always a pattern to follow.

The more challenging part is surgery on children. Children's bodies are smaller, and their organs are also smaller, so the surgical space is naturally not as large as that for adults.

Secondly, procedures such as suturing must take into account that a child's organs are still developing, unlike adults whose organs are already fixed in size. Improper suturing can lead to organ maldevelopment and functional impairment, or even death.

Fortunately, these problems are not without successful cases. Henry only needs to find relevant information to brush up on his knowledge and learn from the methods of his predecessors. He doesn't even need to come up with his own solutions.

In the medical field, no one keeps the details of a successful surgery to themselves; the relevant knowledge can be found in full in medical journals.

However, surgery relies heavily on clinical experience, which is why experienced doctors or those with successful cases are so sought after and trusted by patients.

Henry lacked clinical experience in the diagnostic stage—how to make the correct judgment and identify the lesion. In the surgical stage, as long as the chosen surgical technique was correct, the Kryptonian ' abilities made failure impossible.

Henry even cleared out all bystanders during those two surgeries, completing them at Super Speed. Not only was bleeding minimized, but blood transfusions were not even necessary.

To put it dramatically, Henry was already preparing to stitch up the wound before the skin even felt the cut and before the pain reached his brain.

At this speed, even if an artery is accidentally damaged, Henry can still light a cigarette before massive bleeding occurs, and then easily suture or ligate the blood vessel.

There's no need for a professional anesthesiologist to administer general or spinal anesthesia. As long as pain is blocked and the patient isn't overstimulated, Henry isn't worried about the patient moving around during surgery. In his hyper-sensory world, the patient is as still as a statue.

This meant he had to find another place to slack off and kill time before he dared to tell everyone that the surgery was over. Most of the time, he would run back to his rented room and type a few lines of code.

However, it didn't take several hours. It usually only took about an hour or thirty minutes before I went to let my family know I was safe. Anyway, no one knows how long such a surgery normally takes, so it's all up to him to decide.

Mooney didn't quite believe Henry's story, but she wasn't sure whether she should believe the other doctors either.

Just as this man said, merchants often make exaggerated statements in order to maintain commodity prices; they may even destroy surplus goods in order to avoid selling them at a low price.

So, is it really possible that doctors exaggerate the difficulty of the surgery to charge more money? Therefore, she asked again, "Is that surgery really that simple?"

Henry replied, "First, I don't know which surgery you're asking about, madam. Second, do you really think I can perform any difficult surgery in that rudimentary, what you call a tattered place? Is that harming someone or saving them?"

The two rhetorical questions added weight to Ms. Fisher's already conceived answer. It wasn't that Henry didn't want to tell the truth, but rather that no one would believe him anyway, so he simply let it be. People only ever hear what they want to hear.

However, the woman was certainly not going to let this man off easily; these topics were just an excuse. Mooney said, "Then why don't you stay and tell me how simple those surgeries you performed were?"

"Haha, it really is very simple, just three steps: cut open, cut away, sew it up. Okay, that's all I have to say, I have to get back to work, ma'am."

As soon as he finished speaking, Henry, ignoring the hotel manager's fuss, prepared to slip away.

Unfortunately, he hadn't gone two steps when a piece of news that interested him made Henry stop again.