Appendectomy Surgery

Seeing her child's threat, the unlicensed doctor, who had been deliberately brought in, hesitated. The city councilor's mother quickly said:

"Doctor, do I need to sign a consent form? As long as your surgery is successful, I won't pursue any further issues. My child's words don't count."

Thomas Boning shouted excitedly, "How can it not count? I said I'd kill someone, and I will kill them. No one can stop me!"

The mother and child's differing opinions were the biggest reason why the renowned doctors at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center dared not perform the surgery. Otherwise, with so many intelligent and experienced doctors present, how could they not have come up with a way to operate on a patient allergic to anesthesia?

But these people have seen enough of the world; if an ordinary person threatens to kill a doctor, they really would. Ordinary people can't imagine how much courage they would have towards a desperate patient with little time left.

What's more, this is someone with power and influence. He threatened to kill the doctor, without even having to do it himself!

In this situation, who would dare risk their life to save someone? Do you really think everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves regardless of the cost, just to save others? If that's the case, what's the point of going through all that trouble and spending so much money studying medicine?

So when the unlicensed quack doctor heard Thomas Boningwen making threats, he seemed to back down. The doctors present were all wondering if this matter was going to fall through again.

Surprisingly, the Tinkerer wasn't like the others; he simply looked at Susie Boning, the mother, and said, "No need for all that trouble. Just remember your promise."

The Tinkerer then directed the others, saying, "Get the patient to the operating room to prepare. Perform an appendectomy."

Because the patient was experiencing abdominal pain and did not want to walk, the only option to reach the operating room was to push a wheelchair.

He refused to get out of bed and into the wheelchair himself, and even more so, he refused to be touched by the burly male nurses. So, he had no choice but to be helped into the wheelchair by the beautiful female nurses serving in the VIP ward.

This young man was quite large and heavy. The female nurses, with their model-like figures, meant they weren't very strong. It took two or three of them working together, pressing close to his body, and relying on their core strength to get him into the wheelchair.

The whole process was crowded and involved hugging. By the time they finished, the three female nurses were covered in sweat and their clothes were disheveled; they had even been thoroughly groped all over.

Thomas Boning, sitting in his wheelchair, smiled smugly while enduring the abdominal pain. He even pretended to smell his own hands, revealing a lewd expression, completely unconcerned about whether he was in front of his mother.

Seeing the young master's behavior, the men present were indignant but helpless. If they were to help, who knew what kind of situation would escalate? They could only leave the nurses to suffer.

However, most of the incredibly beautiful female nurses in the VIP ward offer some hidden services. They didn't complain about being groped; instead, they quickly straightened their clothes and resumed their seemingly friendly professional smiles.

"We're taking you to the operating room now."

"Okay, let's go." Thomas Boning said, rubbing his stomach cramps as he reached out to touch the nurse beside him.

Thomas Boning, in his wheelchair, was at the very front of the group, surrounded by delicate nurses. The doctors from the medical center followed behind, while the Tinkerer lagged behind at the back, walking alone.

At the very back were Susie Boning and a group of people who appeared to be lackeys or other family members. Wu Juejue and his group headed towards the operating room in the VIP ward.

Non-medical personnel were still kept outside the operating area and were unable to go in. There were small bars, sofas, and other rest areas nearby for these people to take a break.

The Tinkerer went with the others to change clothes and took his tools for simple disinfection.

When he entered the operating room, all he heard was Thomas Boning harassing the young girls, saying, "Ah, this is what an operating room is like. I've never done anything like this before. Who can give me a blowjob? I'll give her a hundred."

The nurses in the operating room were a different group from the ones who brought him in. These nurses were all wearing sterilized surgical gowns.

Even if those people wanted to come in, they would have to disinfect and change clothes first.

Those who can assist in surgery naturally have more professional training and better psychological qualities. They also know that the patients in the VIP ward are people who cannot be offended. No matter how deep their resentment is, they can only avoid them in a tactful way.

Fortunately, the arrival of the Tinkerer diverted Thomas Boning's attention. Seated in his wheelchair and refusing to move, Boning began cursing as soon as he saw someone:

"Scarface, don't think that just because you have my mother as your backer, I won't dare to do anything to you. Let me tell you, the more pain I'm in today, the more I'll get my revenge tomorrow. So you'd better pray that your medical skills are like magic and can make me feel nothing at all."

"Thud!" That was the sound of a heavy impact from an aluminum baseball bat. The young man's mouth twisted in pain, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

Everyone in the operating room stared in disbelief at the Tinkerer had just knocked Thomas Boning unconscious by hitting him in the chin with a baseball bat.

Even the few experts at the medical center who were a step behind when they entered the operating room, upon seeing the scene inside, stammered, "You," pointing to the baseball bat that shouldn't have been in the operating room.

Seeing this, the Tinkerer raised his baseball bat and said, "Don't worry, I've disinfected this too."

This isn't a disinfection issue.

"You guys," the Tinkerer called out to the men present, "Help me get this guy onto the operating table."

"And you too." This time, the call was directed to the female nurses. "Put on the restraints, and remember to tighten them tightly. Tighten them as much as possible, so he won't wake up in pain during surgery."

Seeing that everyone was standing there dumbfounded and not moving, the Tinkerer had to clap his hands to remind them, saying, "Everyone, move! We don't have much time. If we let him wake up, he'll get another beating."

"I know you all really want to beat him up. But this is a matter where we need to demonstrate our professionalism; there's no time to waste here."

The doctors who entered later looked at the Tinkerer hesitantly and asked, "Shouldn't you use a needle to paralyze him, rendering him immobile, before performing the surgery?"

Gangster boss Andrew Saxon was arrested by the police right after undergoing surgery. At that time, the gold needles inserted into his body had not yet been removed, and he was paralyzed.

To solve his problem, he was consulted by numerous doctors in Los Angeles. In the end, it was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor from Chinatown who stepped in and removed the acupuncture needles.

The doctors from the medical center followed him into the operating room, hoping to observe the procedure up close. But to their surprise, the Tinkerer knocked the person unconscious with a single blow from a baseball bat.

The Tinkerer felt no remorse whatsoever. He said, "As long as the surgery can be done, what's the big deal about the method? Or is this your territory, and you want to take over? I have no objection."

A group of doctors hurriedly shook their heads in unison. What a joke! Who would dare take the hit with that baseball bat? They'd much rather the surgery not be performed in Cedars-Sinai, but somewhere else suitable.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, trying to avoid being sued for any Flaws in their treatment procedures. They wanted to protect themselves and the medical center's reputation.

It was all smashed to pieces with one blow.