Chapter 255: Chapter 118: Shock the Whole World!_3
"You..."
At the same time, the door to the intensive care unit opened, and a nurse in her forties walked into the disinfection room in the middle, looking at Zhang Feng outside the window.
She initially wanted to persuade Zhang Feng to leave through the small loudspeakers.
Zhang Feng, however, removed his mask and other disguises,
"Nurse Chief Zhou, I want to see the patient."
"Zhang... Teacher Zhang...?" The nurse’s voice raised a bit uncontrollably, attracting some people’s attention.
...
Later, the main door opened, disinfecting inside the disinfecting room and dressing up.
Several doctors from the oncology department also hurried over here.
"Teacher Zhang!" They stood in front of the door without entering the disinfection room inappropriately.
"Most of them have entered the countdown of life." Zhang Feng put on disposable gloves, "I had no solution a few days ago, but now, I want to try to solve all the problems related to cancer."
Understanding of the internal organs, the resonance with inner strength, and the emergence of enhanced prescriptions, the way to enhance and metabolize the overall body cells.
Made Zhang Feng feel like giving it a try, maybe he could pull someone back from King Yama.
Because even without these, some advanced cancer patients have survived for several years, even more than ten years after treatment.
And what Zhang Feng wants to do now is to make individual cases become common.
And let every doctor use his method to cure.
"Perfect treatment for cancer?" The doctors outside the disinfection room, upon hearing Zhang Feng’s words, showed a look of expectation mixed with a bit of doubt...
...
The news that Zhang Feng was going to be the chief surgeon somehow leaked out.
In just one day.
When Zhang Feng understood the knowledge of cancer cells and prepared to start the first surgery.
Top scholars from the medical community across the nation all took the earliest flights to the city where Zhang Feng was located.
Because the patient for this surgery was at the advanced stage of esophagus cancer with multiple organ failure and was expected to live only three or four days.
He was 65 years old, already emaciated to skin and bones.
In other words, as soon as he left the machine, he would be gone.
...
By the afternoon of the next day.
Outside a regular operating room in the Third Hospital.
Unlike usual, it was gathered with dozens of big names in the medical community, along with disguised special personnel.
As well as a middle-aged reporter from the official news agency of Xia City.
His expression was serious, not interviewing any medical experts, but silently recording all of this as if filming a documentary.
At the same time, a voice came from the corridor behind.
"President Zhang is here..."
"Make way quickly!"
"Hello, Teacher Zhang."
Various greetings and people consciously made way, creating an unobstructed path towards the operating room.
Zhang Feng, wearing a white coat, slightly nodded at the familiar and unfamiliar faces around him.
Behind Zhang Feng, besides Dr. Wu and the surgical staff, there were several top medical scientists assisting him.
This time, besides being assistants, they were also here to learn.
"Teacher..." People around nodded in greeting as they saw them.
Enter the operating room.
Pre-operative anesthesia, instruments measuring blood pressure and heart rate, etc.
After Zhang Feng closed his eyes and recalled the patient’s information once more, he picked up the scalpel, and with the conventional method of a surgeon, he precisely incised the patient’s neck area, and as the blade turned, a nauseating lump of flesh dropped into the tray held by the doctor beside him.
’President Zhang’s skill...’ Although it’s inappropriate to show astonishment in a patient’s crisis.
But faced with Zhang Feng’s superb control power over the scalpel and the human body, they couldn’t help but feel shocked and amazed.
Zhang Feng, however, had no time to heed them, not even needing their assistance. Through his understanding of human physiology, he used a bone saw to cut open the patient’s chest cavity.
With precise control power, he didn’t pry open most of the chest bones. Zhang Feng reached in with his palm, flicked away with the scalpel, and removed the chest tumors and cancerous organs, leaving only the cancer fused with normal organs.
Some of these cancers were still inside the organs, and there was one in his stomach.
At this point, Zhang Feng didn’t further open his organs to exhaust his vitality but instead took a small vial of medicine from someone’s hand and dripped it into his diseased organs.
The smaller cancers and those fused with organs were treated with medicine.
This was Zhang Feng’s initial thought because these medicines could be widely propagated.
And this medicine, the main components are a small variant of the enhanced prescription, and some herbs paired with Zhang Feng’s understanding of cancer, neutralizing heavy elements within.
Now, the color of this medicine was not transparent but a light red.
However, when the medicine was directly used on the organs, the patient obviously showed strange tremors.
Beep beep...
The instruments also alerted, the patient’s heart rate gradually increased, and minor bleeding appeared at the surgical site.
The patient was already skin and bones, and there wasn’t much blood left.
Without needing Zhang Feng to speak, Dr. Wu and the others connected the blood bags and, with Zhang Feng’s consent, pressed the wound with gauze.
"Don’t touch his left rib." When Zhang Feng saw a doctor attempting to press from the side, he uttered the first words in the operating room, "His left rib, if moved up by about one centimeter, will cause a surge in blood flow."
"Alright..." The doctor’s hand stopped steadily and uncomfortably bent his body sideways to press the wound.
This was also because Zhang Feng made a small incision for the chest opening. Normally, a large chest opening surgery is pried open using retractors.
The scene, to put it unkindly, was like a slaughterhouse, so the surgery process was not for family members to watch, because seeing a live person, a loved one, being operated in such a way is simply unbearable.
...
Time was passing.
’Will it work...’ Everyone in the operating room was tense, yet they continued to press the wound.
’The heart rate remains high...’ Dr. Wu, pressing the patient’s neck wound, had a steady hand but didn’t dare to ask the silent Zhang Feng about the heart rate issue.
He feared that voicing what he could sense might disrupt the teacher’s train of thought.
"How’s it going?" People outside the operating room paced on the spot, occasionally looking towards the operating room.
They all wanted to witness a miracle in the medical community, yet feared disappointment.
’Praying to the gods...’ The patient’s family was also in the crowd, they didn’t expect much, knowing the old man’s time was already limited.
Now, they only hoped that after this surgery, the old man could live a little longer.
There was so much they still wanted to say to him, things they didn’t even realize they had so many to say before.
Inside the operating room.
Zhang Feng calmly observed the patient’s vital signs, not using overclocking for treatment because cancer cells were a kind of unlimited proliferative mutated cell.
Overclocking is to make cells rapidly metabolize, grow, enhance, and repair.
Facing this, it would only make it grow faster, potentially vastly spreading in an observable way.
In the end, a person would turn into cancer, without a digestive system, a respiratory system, or thoughts, only able to rely on medicinal injections to achieve an infinite unchecked state, essentially just a mass of ’flesh’.
Clink—
Zhang Feng, during the waiting period, picked up the lump of cancerous flesh from the tray.
If cancer could be controlled, forming the necessary cellular functions, like becoming lung cells or heart cells, then a person with cancer could regenerate indefinitely.
But if one truly could control their differentiation, they could also regenerate indefinitely without the need for cancer.
And in the midst of everyone’s anxious waiting.
Two hours passed, and the patient’s bodily functions gradually returned to normal.
Zhang Feng glanced at him a few times, noticing the blackening at his diseased site, like charred meat.
His palm lightly swept across.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone in the operating room, a thin layer of charring flaked away, revealing reddish organ tissues underneath, with no traces of cancer on them.
The organs were returning to normal.
"It’s feasible, suture it."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng smiled,
"But the postoperative recovery, this will depend on the patient himself and his family. Look at how this old man is skin and bones, is it possible to regain that weight in just one day?"
"Hahaha..." After two hours of tension, the case of perfect recovery from late-stage cancer made them thoroughly crack smiles of relief.
Outside the operating room.
"Was it a success?"
"I... sob... my grandpa’s okay..."
"It was a success! I heard the teacher’s laughter!"
"President Zhang... is this bringing someone back to life?"
In the corridor, the patient’s family, medical representatives from various provinces, the official reporter from Xia City.
When they heard the voices from inside the operating room, they knew that after the self-enhancing medicine formula, a new miracle in the medical community had appeared once again!
This miracle once again came from the hands of President Zhang.
Bringing someone on the brink of death back to life.