Successful Surgery

As the Tinkerer said, appendectomy is no difficult procedure in modern times.

The Tinkerer meticulously followed the standard procedure and quickly stitched the wound up, before Thomas Boning woke up.

His movements weren't particularly fast, but they were fluid and smooth. Every step was executed without the slightest hesitation; everything was so clean and efficient.

It was as if what he opened was not a living human body, but just a lifeless model.

In any case, the appendectomy was successful. The doctors present could assure you that they couldn't have done it any better, even if they had performed it themselves.

So the Tinkerer got away before Thomas Boning woke up.

After being taken back to his private ward, the young master of the Boning family, with the help of two burly male nurses, lay back on his original Simmons bed and slowly woke up.

"I... what's wrong? Ouch, it hurts." Thomas Boning said, pressing his wound.

A bystander quickly pulled the patient back, saying, "Sir, please don't move. You've just had surgery; you need to rest now."

"What did I do? When did I have surgery? Wait, I did go into the operating room. What happened in there?"

Several questions were posed to Thomas Boning, but none of the insiders dared to answer.

It was only after seeing her child wake up that City Councilwoman Susie Bonning felt relieved and began to inquire about the details of the surgery. Her first question was, "Where is the Tinkerer doctor?"

The doctors at the medical center replied helplessly, "He left after the surgery was completed."

To paraphrase what he said before he left: if the post-operative care for an appendectomy still requires instructions from an outsider like him, the medical center should just close down as soon as possible.

It's harsh, but it's true.

Susie Boning then asked, "Was my child's surgery successful?"

Before anyone else could speak, the leading thoracic and abdominal surgeon said, "Rest assured. The surgery was a complete success. We have never seen such exquisite skill, so fast and efficient."

"Furthermore, during the surgery, we observed that the appendix had perforated, and pus had flowed into the abdominal cavity. However, it has been completely cleaned up and the wound has been closed with sutures."

"Now all I need to do is let the young master rest and recover completely before he can be discharged. Ah, that surgeon's skills are truly superb; I wonder how he developed them. I even wish I could ask him for advice."

This authority figure started by praising people, leaving everyone else completely bewildered.

But fellow doctors reacted the fastest, immediately realizing this wasn't genuine admiration or some kind of flattery tactic. It was simply a way of telling others that that particular surgery had nothing to do with them. The surgeon was too skilled; it wasn't their place to interfere.

Then they chimed in, "Yeah, seeing that guy's skills, I could only stand there dumbfounded." "Exactly, that's right."...

Who wants to be associated with this surgery? If they could, they'd all say that the operating room didn't belong to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

"But why does my abdomen still hurt?" Thomas Boning asked as he lay down on the hospital bed.

"Sir, the pain you're experiencing now is different from what it was before. It's not in the inner abdomen anymore; it's mainly in the belly area," a doctor asked.

Yes, that's it.

"Don't worry, this is what it feels like after the surgical wound has been successfully removed. Once it heals, you'll be able to move around as usual."

A hesitant Thomas Boning added, "But I'm still in pain."

The attending physician said, "Well then. We hesitated to use painkillers earlier because their effects might interfere with some medical procedures. We dare not make a decision without knowing what method the surgeon will use."

"But now that the surgery is complete, it's okay to take painkillers. I'll write a prescription for painkillers right away and have a nurse come over to help ease your pain as quickly as possible."

Thomas Boning said, "Doesn't that scarred guy know some special anesthesia techniques? He made me feel absolutely nothing during the surgery. Let him do it again, I can't resist."

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas Boning felt something was off. He clutched his head, trying to recall, "Wait, that's right. How did he anesthetize me? I have absolutely no recollection of it."

Just then, a young doctor whispered from the back of the crowd, "One more time? Should we send someone to the sporting goods store to buy a baseball bat?"

Those nearby who overheard this either exchanged quick glances or quietly moved away from the reckless guy.

Using a baseball bat for physical anesthesia, complete with memory erasure, would be enough to bankrupt someone by tomorrow. Who, besides that unlicensed, illegal doctor, would dare do such a thing?

This isn't just gambled with his career prospects; it's gambled with his entire future. With an ordinary patient, a few years in prison wouldn't be a problem. But with this person, he could lose his life.

Even now, those doctors who took the time to come hoping to see special medical techniques are filled with regret. They regret that they ended up seeing that thing.

How wonderful it would be if I had never been here and knew nothing about it.

It would be best if this person never remembered being knocked unconscious. Otherwise, once he does remember, there might be another bloodbath.

So, seeing the mother who was constantly concerned about where her child was hurting, the highest-ranking, and most easily implicated, authority in thoracic and abdominal surgery had no choice but to step in and say:

"Councilor Boning, please don't worry. Your son's current symptoms are simply a post-operative condition. With our professional team taking care of him, he will definitely recover in the shortest possible time."

"Although that person's method wasn't exactly standard, the most important thing is that your young master's health is safe. Isn't that right? And now, we should let the patient rest properly and have a nurse take care of him."

"Okay, doctor, thank you."

Faced with such gratitude, even the most seasoned doctor dared not accept it. The authority figure said, "No, Congressman, you've thanked the wrong person. It's entirely that person's achievement; I did nothing, nor could I have done anything."

"Ah, it has nothing to do with me! You brought this person here yourself!" the old doctor shouted in his heart.

"Wait a minute! Bat! Was that scarred guy hitting me with a bat?" Thomas Boning shouted as he sat up.

The old doctor, true to his word, momentarily lost control of his expression, his face showing fear. He immediately tried to smooth things over, saying, "Is that so? Perhaps you've misremembered, sir?"

"However, by the time we enter the operating room, you will already be in a deep sleep state, ready for the surgery. Before that, I'll have to ask someone else. What If...? you have any doubts, I'll confirm them for you."

"Really... did I remember wrong?" Thomas Boning slapped his forehead, saying uncertainly.