Chapter 9: Mental hospital (2/2)
Perceiving his sight, the newcomer tied to the operating table became more frightened and struggled frantically.
”My lord, do you need to calm him down?”
The silent carer spoke.
”No need.”
Dr. Chu smiled and said, ”Sedatives will make life lost. Only pain can make people awake, which is more conducive to the treatment of mental illness, isn't it?”
The nurses nodded.
He turned around with satisfaction, took out the white gloves placed on the operating table, put them on slowly, and walked to the showcase.
”Tuk, Tuk, Tuk.”
The man bent his finger and tapped three times in the dirty brown glass cabinet.
The shriveled head moved.
The pale eyeballs slowly rolled over and turned like a living person, revealing the horror of slow motion in the horror film.
There was a slight ”hiss” sound in the quiet air.
An extremely thin black snake swam out from the open mouth of the head, spitting out a scarlet snake letter, and cleverly crawled onto the large, well-knotted hand outside, and rubbed it as if to please.
The cold reptile coiled around the cyan blood vessels, with an inexplicable beauty.
It turned out that they saw the strange movement of their heads and eyeballs because of a poisonous snake hidden inside!
All this chilling scene makes people stand upright.
The doctor touched the triangular snake head of the black snake, and then put his hand on the lamp on the operating table.
”I don't like being disturbed by others during surgery. If someone disturbs me...you know what to do.”
The black snake crawled down from his hand as if he could really understand the words, hung himself upside down on the lamp tube, bent his upper body in the air, showing an attacking posture.
”Really good.”
Doctor Chu smiled and praised, and took the wooden box handed over by the nurse.
”This hospital enjoys a high reputation for psychiatric treatment, has a long history and rich clinical experience. The next simple and convenient operation will release the devil in your mind and turn you back into normal people... ”
[Damn, although this doctor looks abnormal, his voice is actually pretty good? ? 】
[Back upstairs, I am not the same person...]
[It’s too real, I just thought, how can such a nice voice match such an ordinary look]
[According to the various advanced copy commentary videos I watched, I suspect this is a boss]
[I am the only one still thinking about the clues of the S-level props just now, that is the S-level props! 】
I don't know if the operating room is too quiet, or the metal ice cone drawn from the wooden box is too horrible. Halfway through the explanation, Doctor Chu stopped talking uninterestingly.
”Forget it, you are all patients, and I must not understand what I'm talking about.”
He shrugged, ”But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, you just need to remember this scene.”
The trainee strapped to the operating table began to tremble. Seeing this, the nurse on the side used the largest leather to fix him firmly on the operating table, and could no longer move the slightest.
Messiah shook his head without a trace to the crowd, and pointed to the lighting lamp and the caregiver beside him.
The huge bodyguards also stood by. On the lamp, a drop of venom was enough to kill everyone in the operating room, the black snake staring straight at the trainee's direction. There is no suspense, if they choose to interfere, it will launch a fatal blow.
Dr. Chu didn't care about the patient's small movements. He looked at the newcomer on the operating table as if he was looking at a disobedient child, full of tolerance.
”Soon, the devil in you will be driven away.”
As soon as the voice fell, he lifted the patient's eyelids, and the slender ice cone in his hand pierced the newcomer's upper eye socket without hesitation.
Bingcone exudes a forcing chill, exerting a hemostatic effect. Although it pierced the eye socket, only negligible blood leaked out.
”Ho, ho.”
The newcomer was completely tied to the operating table, unable to move half a minute, and could only bite the towel that was bleeding from his mouth.
No one gave him anesthetics. The sweat dripping from his face and the tears rushing out of his eyes are enough to explain what kind of terrifying pain this is.
The hand holding the ice cone is very stable, not only keeps it, but pushes the ice cone deeper and steadily and slowly.
Eye sockets, eye sockets, scalp...finally dazzled the end of this trip——
Gray matter and white matter located in the frontal lobe of the brain.
When the ice cone was halfway down, Dr. Chu took the measuring ruler and compared the penetration distance. Then he nodded in satisfaction and stopped continuing to advance.
”It's perfect.” He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.
The newcomer on the operating table has passed out due to the severe pain.
His eyelids were propped by the ice cone, and even if the doctor let go, the ice cone could stand firmly on his head, like a flower in bud in a vase on a display stand.
There was silence all around.
All the trainees were shocked by this cruel scene.
”Don't look at him like that. This is a genius invention who won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, friends.”
Dr. Chu smiled, ”As long as you have undergone treatment, your disease will be completely cured, and there is absolutely no possibility of recurrence.”
He put his hand on the ice cone again, and slowly began to circle in the air.
There was a sour rubbing sound in the silent room.
Reminiscent of the ice cone long enough to pierce the brain, everyone watched the doctor's movements in horror.
The person on the operating table was clearly fainted, but the sweat on his face was getting more and more, and the muscles showed instinctive reactions under the erosion of incomparable pain.
Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyelids moved impenetrably.
Ice cone frontal lobectomy. The surgery that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 is also the largest black history in the history of the Nobel Prize.
This operation is very simple. It only needs an ice cone, icebreaker and hammer to perform. The method of implementation is to poke the ice cone into the upper eye socket of the patient, and then stir the ice cone with bare hands to mash the gray matter and white matter of the prefrontal lobe of the brain.
The mental patients who were subjected to the operation at the time were indeed settled down, and seemed to show signs of improvement.
The sequelae of the operation are terribly frightening. People who have been operated on will become dull, like walking dead, docile and at the mercy of others. It's like the body is still there, but the soul disappears.
Because the prefrontal lobe of the brain is directly linked to human IQ. After smashing the frontal lobe, humans will have only instinctive reactions, or worse.
But this kind of badness falls in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is evidence of the cure of mental illness.
Therefore, it not only won the Nobel Prize, but also carried out an astonishing tens of thousands of cases worldwide in the early and mid-twentieth century. It was overthrown and abolished until 1970.
The operation only lasted ten minutes, as if a century had passed.
When Dr. Chu took out the ice cone glowing with cold metal and saw the blood on it and the yellow and white brain fragments, the trainees on the side could not help but vomit.
”The operation is complete. This is the ultimate treatment in this hospital.”
The doctor threw the ice cone aside, ”Of course... this is a waste of my energy. Unless your condition is very serious and you violate too many regulations, we generally prefer to choose electric chair therapy, which is simple and easy.”
”It's still early, but I can give you a simple check.”
His gaze shifted and fell accurately on the young man's straight back.
”No. 12, you come first.”
Zong Jiu stepped out of the operating room and paused.