Thoracotomy

The next day.

After sweeping his breakfast clean, Jiang Qian sat cross-legged in front of the window, as still as a meditating monk.

While carefully managing his physical exertion, he had observed the "Spider Cocoon" inside his body many times.

Each observation brought new insights.

The details he could "see" gradually grew richer, and content that had previously escaped his notice constantly flooded his vision. He pushed the limits of his Spirit Vision to the brink time and again, and with that came an improvement in his adaptability and an increasingly skillful level of control.

Now, he had the ability to weave through the fine blood vessels to enter the interior of the Spider Cocoon, hoping to perceive it more closely and confirm its growth status and the timing of its maturation.

However, given Lan Junxian's instructions, he did not act too rashly.

Every second now was a gamble, and each could be accompanied by an unexpected outcome—the spider breaking out of the cocoon would mean the death of Jiang Qian's consciousness, and a new consciousness would occupy his body.

But Jiang Qian would not allow such a thing to happen, and the authorities would not allow it either.

Compared to rescue, the operation of eradication was much simpler.

Jiang Qian opened his eyes, his emotions showing no great fluctuations.

A rustling sound came from the porch.

Lan Junxian, dressed in a blue suit, walked in first. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and greeted Jiang Qian, "Good morning."

Jiang Qian had just replied with a "Morning" when a team of medical personnel from the basketball team flooded in...

"Are you ready?" Lan Junxian asked.

Surrounded by the white coats, Jiang Qian nodded and said, "We can start at any time."

The composure with which he faced death left a deep first impression on this official medical team.

"Good."

Lan Junxian, on the other hand, was accustomed to Jiang Qian's attitude.

He continued, "We need to evaluate your abilities first to fine-tune today's surgical plan based on the specific situation. Your surgery will be performed by this lady, a renowned toxin scientist and surgeon, and an official License Holder. You may call her Dr. Cai."

As he spoke, Lan Junxian stepped aside, gesturing toward the tall lady beside him.

Dr. Cai was wrapped entirely in a white coat and wore a mask. Her long hair was coiled at the back of her head, and her eyes revealed a mature and intelligent charm.

She completely ignored Lan Junxian's humble attitude, appearing quite cold toward the provider of the surgical plan, yet she was gentle toward Jiang Qian, who was about to go under the knife: "Relax, I will give it my all."

"Thank you."

Facing Jiang Qian's calmness, a flash of pity and reluctance crossed Dr. Cai's eyes, but it quickly dissipated. Her professionalism required her to complete the surgical procedure with undivided focus.

"Come, after three tests, we will begin the surgery."

The wall beside the Safe House flipped open, revealing a fully equipped operating room.

Before being placed on the bed, the medical staff first lined up a row of liquid toxins in black reagent bottles in front of Jiang Qian. Using a special extraction method, they allowed Jiang Qian to "sample" the diluted agents.

In this test, Jiang Qian accurately identified the components and effects of all the toxins, displaying their toxicity in a set of codes.

This left the toxin scientists and medical staff present in awe!

The final test result showed that Jiang Qian's toxin recognition accuracy reached 99.998%.

Everyone was even a bit dazed; was this tiny 0.002% error margin due to Jiang Qian's identification or the scientific instruments used to dispense the toxins?

"You are a natural-born Poison King; even the experts of the Nine Poisons Sect would envy your talent!" Lan Junxian said, unable to hide his excitement. "Perhaps this is the reward the life-and-death trial has given you."

The second test was toxicity tolerance.

Jiang Qian's body could not yet accept all the toxins; of the agents provided by Lan Junxian, he could absorb and utilize about seventy percent.

And these seventy percent of toxins would serve as weapons to attack the Spider Cocoon.

In terms of quantity and variety, it was considered sufficient.

Watching the toxins being injected into Jiang Qian's veins one after another, Lan Junxian felt his budget bleeding...

The third test was pain tolerance.

This surgery required Jiang Qian's toxin-control ability as a baseline, so he needed to participate in the entire procedure while fully conscious, without anesthesia. Therefore, pain tolerance was also a part of the surgical risk assessment.

Surprisingly, Jiang Qian's pain sensitivity was normal, but his tolerance was remarkably high.

In other words, if one were to list pain levels from 1 to 10, he could distinguish which level of pain he was enduring, but he would not become restless or struggle violently because of it.

Lan Junxian believed that Jiang Qian's body's capacity for multiple potent toxins had altered his pain receptors.

The final conclusion was that the thoracotomy could be performed in a conscious state, provided that the patient's physical strength was ensured at all times.

Based on the above, the three tests were passed.

"We can prepare to begin."

Following Dr. Cai's order, the medical team took their positions, everyone on high alert, not daring to be negligent.

All parties were watching the outcome of this surgery:

The representatives of various families from the Capital Special Task Force who held opposing views, the official License Holders of the Jinping Special Operations Department, and the Special Security East Sea Branch represented by Lan Junxian.

As for Dr. Cai's team, these official personnel who had signed non-disclosure agreements had only one thing to do besides giving their all to complete the mission: bury this matter deep within themselves.

Everything seen, heard, and felt today was to be kept strictly confidential!

Jiang Qian was soon connected to various devices and lines for monitoring vital signs.

The surgical plan had already been agreed upon:

1. Instrument scanning to confirm the location of the Spider Cocoon (completed, consistent with Jiang Qian's description).

2. Thoracotomy, with micro-instruments positioned to target the Spider Cocoon.

3. Jiang Qian himself to control the toxins in his body to paralyze or destroy the Spider Cocoon (if successful, the surgery ends and instruments are withdrawn; if it fails, Dr. Cai will take over, using the micro-instruments to kill and remove the Spider Cocoon).

Of course, the risk of removing the Spider Cocoon with instruments was uncontrollable, especially since the location where the Spider Cocoon lay dormant was a core organ of the human body; any accident could occur.

Therefore, the key to the surgery was whether Jiang Qian could manage to suppress poison with poison and solve the problem through self-circulation.

Watching the young man inside the isolation wall remove his shirt, his upper body gradually surrounded by cold instruments, Lan Junxian suddenly felt a pang of compassion.

He knew very well that once the surgery began, there was no turning back. This vibrant life might very well end right here.

A desire to cherish talent drove Lan Junxian to press the intercom: "Sorry to interrupt."

Dr. Cai stopped her work, and Jiang Qian on the operating table opened his eyes.

"Jiang Qian, if you have any final requests, you can tell me now. Once... you know, I am willing to promise you the fulfillment of one wish."

When these words were spoken, Dr. Cai's delicate brows furrowed instantly; she wanted to throw the tray at Lan Junxian's face!

Saying such things at a time like this—was he trying to mess with his head?

Heartless fool!

In stark contrast to Dr. Cai's reaction, Jiang Qian accepted it readily.

He sat up from the operating table, still covered in instruments, and stated his wish: "I want to make a phone call."

Make a phone call?

Everyone present was stunned.

Lan Junxian was also somewhat dazed: My promise, as the young master of the Deep Sea Clan and the number two figure of the East Sea Special Operations Department, was wasted by you just like that?

A few minutes later.

Jiang Qian's confiscated phone was returned to his hand.

Dr. Cai's team had temporarily stepped aside.

Accompanied only by Lan Junxian, Jiang Qian dialed a number...

The call connected quickly.

A soft, pleasant female voice came through the receiver: "Hello?"

"Sis, it's me."

"Qian?" A rustling sound came from the other end, and the woman lowered her voice, "Come home as soon as you're done playing! If you're not here, Teacher Tang will stare me to death..."

After being quarantined, Jiang Qian had already called home with official accompaniment to request a one-week long holiday. The excuse was participating in a school-organized field trip. Such activities were not new to the major Jiang Qian was studying; they often required embracing nature and working in the field.

So I'm just a tool for you to draw fire... Jiang Qian pretended nothing was wrong: "Now you know how important I am, right? How are Teacher Tang and Auntie? Have they missed me so much they can't eat or sleep?"

"They're eating just fine!" Yu Xuan hummed, "Come back quickly, or the love will disappear if you're any later."

I don't know if the love will disappear, but I might... Jiang Qian said, "Is everything okay at home?"

"What could possibly happen that money can't solve... Speaking of which, I don't know what's been going on lately, but I always feel like someone is following me! What's even more outrageous is that my assistant feels the same way."

"This, it couldn't be an illusion, could it..." Jiang Qian felt extremely guilty.

Then he heard Yu Xuan giggling: "Sigh, do you think your sister is about to become popular again?"

"That is an illusion."

"Hahaha, you're annoying~"

"I'm hanging up if there's nothing else, the signal is bad here. Take care of yourself."

After hanging up, Jiang Qian quickly dialed another number.

Once connected, the person on the other end exploded:

"Old Jiang? Old Jiang, is that you??? I've called you several times..."

"Shut up and listen to me first, Xue Yang."

Jiang Qian didn't give the chatterbox a chance: "If my sister calls you and asks about me, just tell her to forget me and not to wait."

"Tell her for me that the task of carrying on the Jiang Family line is entrusted to her from now on."

"If she doesn't want to give birth, adopting one is fine too. At worst, the child can take my surname!"

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the line.

Followed immediately by: "What the hell, Jiang Qian!! You're not seriou—"

Xue Yang's scream was ruthlessly cut off by Jiang Qian.

He handed the phone back to Lan Junxian, who was failing to manage his facial expressions.

"I'm ready, let's start."

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