21st Century Necromancer

Today's surgery appeared to be considerably more solemn than Chen Yu's usual operations. Besides himself as the lead surgeon, Daimon Michiko and Ayajichi Shoubu were present as assistants, with a ring of observing doctors. Even in the observation room above the operating theater, Shimura Maru, Professor Kube, and Yamamoto Hisae were all notably seated.

Professor Arima, who had previously scolded Chen Yu in the pre-operative conference, was also standing inside the observation room with a gloomy expression, arms crossed, clearly in a bad mood.

"Nerve reconstruction surgery, a new technique... It's talked up like it's something special, but who knows whether it's really effective," Professor Arima muttered under his breath as he watched Chen Yu preparing for the surgery in the operating room below.

"If Professor Chen has chosen to use this technique for the surgery, it proves he has enough confidence in it. Professor Arima, you should be more tolerant and magnanimous towards others.

It's not wise to dismiss things you haven't seen as non-existent; it would make the professors of Eastern University Affiliated Hospital appear shallow," Professor Arima's muttering, although quiet, was caught by Shimura Maru sitting beside him. As the director, she clearly did not wish for any discord within the hospital and thus slightly chided him in dissatisfaction.

"My apologies, Director, I understand," Professor Arima hastily apologized upon receiving a mildly severe reprimand from Shimura Maru. As a doctor who had weathered the medical hierarchy, he was well-accustomed to obedience to superiors. So when Shimura Maru, the director, expressed her discontent, he instinctively apologized to her.

However, beneath this habitual comportment lay his disdain and dissatisfaction toward a younger generation like Chen Yu.

The conflict with Chen Yu had emerged from his envy of the young man's achievements at such an early age, and now, being the subject of Shimura Maru's dissatisfaction because of Chen Yu, Professor Arima felt like he was about to explode in anger. His chest heaved violently, his nostrils flared a few times, but in the end, he managed to suppress his fury.

After all, with Professor Arima's temperament and habits, there was no way he would lose his temper in front of Shimura Maru, the director, and the two comprehensive department heads of surgery and internal medicine. At the end of the day, he was just a professor of neurosurgery, not even a department head.

In front of Chen Yu, he could strut the authority of a senior, but in front of his superiors, he was nothing more than an obsequious lapdog.

Inside the operating theater, aside from Shimura Maru and others, Xu Xiaohong also stood with the sisters Zhao Min and Zhang Zhao at the viewing room's glass window, observing Chen Yu's surgery, with Zhang Zhao holding a DV camera as she did the last time, recording the procedure.

The observation room was fully equipped and not just a large glass window for looking down into the operating room. TV sets mounted on the perimeter walls broadcasted surgery images in real time from various angles, and the voice of the lead surgeon was also transmitted up there. All these video materials would be saved after the surgery for reference and post-operative discussion.

Normally, there wasn't much use for the observation room, and family members of the patients were not allowed to watch. Doctors who wished to observe usually went directly into the operating room. The observation room was only used when someone needed to view the surgery without entering the operating room itself.

The sound within the observation room, due to the presence of soundproof glass, did not carry into the operating theater so as not to disturb the lead surgeon. Although there was also a microphone for speaking into the operating room, it was generally avoided, for the sake of preventing any unnecessary interference with the lead surgeon.

So although a minor incident occurred in the observation room, Chen Yu inside the operating room remained unaffected. Once all preparations were complete, he stepped up to the operating table.

"Ichinose Miyako, secondary nerve reconstruction surgery in the neck area, now commencing," Chen Yu announced the start of the surgery without much ado. Even though the circle of doctors observing felt somewhat unusual to him, he directly declared the initiation and extended his hand toward the scrub nurse, "Scalpel."

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"Senior Brother Chen's scalpel technique... so fast!" In the observation room, Zhao Min, who was seeing Chen Yu perform surgery for the first time, couldn't help but whisper in astonishment. Although she had seen Chen Yu's surgeries through videos before, watching him wield the scalpel directly was evidently more intuitive.

To laypeople, all surgeries might appear quite similar, but the more one understands, the more they can perceive the varying degrees of skill different doctors exhibit during surgery.

This is akin to watching two martial arts experts duel; the average person may think that the one who puts on a spectacular, flashy display is the master, but only the true connoisseur understands that it's the one who delivers simple, yet precise and effective strikes after thousands of trials and tribulations who is the true pinnacle of mastery.

Among everyone observing this surgery, perhaps only Zhang Zhao, who was capturing the procedure with a DV camera, couldn't sense just how formidable both Chen Yu and Daimon Michiko working on the surgery were.

Even in Zhao Min's eyes, the two individuals performing the surgery were as fearsome as the legendary supreme masters spoken of in tales—each slice's simplicity, speed, and accuracy filled her with immense admiration and obsession. She was almost desperate to press herself against the operating table for a closer look.

"Aunt Xu, do you know who that female surgeon working with Senior Brother Chen is? She's also really amazing!" Zhao Min had noticed Chen Yu's impressive skills, and even though Daimon Michiko, being the assistant, hadn't shown much of her own technique, the occasional display of her surgical skills still made Zhao Min unable to resist wanting to know who she was.

"Daimon Michiko, a freelance surgeon," Xu Xiaohong had already met Daimon Michiko in Chen Yu's office before and naturally could mention her name: "Are all freelance surgeons in Japan this skilled? No wonder they're not tied down to one hospital. With such surgical proficiency, any hospital would be scrambling to hire her."

Hearing such an assessment from Xu Xiaohong, Zhao Min couldn't help but scoff inwardly. If every freelance surgeon had Daimon Michiko's level of skill, then other doctors in Japanese hospitals wouldn't need to work at all; they could just hire freelance surgeons instead.

Of course, she wouldn't voice this thought aloud but instead focused her gaze even more intently on the surgery unfolding before her, afraid to miss any detail.
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At this moment, Chen Yu and Daimon Michiko had already opened the surgical field through Ichinose Miyako's oral cavity, exposing her neck nerves, while also moving the microscope in front of the operating table, about to perform the subsequent nerve reconstruction surgery with the aid of the microscope.

And all the doctors observing were invigorated upon seeing this scene, knowing that the real highlight of the surgery was about to begin.