"I have seen Song Che. He was held hostage by Xu Buqian and Che Shihe and entered the Queen's Hospital. It seems that he is preparing to perform a head-changing operation on the Korean man..."

"The US soldiers are mainly concentrated in the port, confronting the gangsters on the cruise ship, but I guess the important personnel of FBI and NSA have already lurked everywhere on the island."

"There must be an ambush in the hospital. What I worry most is that if there is a conflict, Che Shihe and the others will push Song Che as cannon fodder... Alas, this kid is now being roasted on the fire, and it is already five minutes old."

On a beach on the island, under a parasol, a young woman was drinking juice while looking around casually with her eyes wearing toad sunglasses. Her lips were very subtle and most of them were covered by a juice cup. If she hadn't looked closer, she wouldn't be able to see her talking to the golden ring on her finger.

On the gold ring was embedded with a budding rose.

In the golden petals of roses, there seems to be a tiny electronic instrument for contact hidden!

After lying at the golden ring, the young woman tilted her head casually again.

While wiping the hair on his side, the woman quickly pressed the ear hole.

Seeing the woman doing these movements, the male waiter who had been waiting not far away came over and walked over with a juice pot and respectfully refilled the woman.

It was during this short interval that the woman whispered: "My parents asked me to rescue Song Che immediately."

"I'm sure I'm going to do this? The situation is very dangerous now, and we'll be exposed if we accidentally." The waiter instinctively wanted to frown, but he still tried to pretend to be a professional smile. In the eyes of others, he was obviously serving the guests.

"There's no way, he's my brother, even if he doesn't have blood relationship..."

The woman sighed, but her tone was firm and she had no hesitation at all.

At this point, the woman's identity is basically about to emerge: Shang Ke!

However, Miss Shang Ke's appearance seems to be wrong...

"Oh, it's so hot, it's so uncomfortable to have such a big piece of skin on your face."

Shang Ke couldn't help but rub his cheek with his hands, and sighed endlessly: "For this little bastard, I can only be the demon of helping my brother."

After saying that, Miss Shang Ke stood up, swayed her graceful figure, and left the beach slowly.

And the male waiter quietly disappeared on the beach at some point.

...

Queen's Hospital.

In the operating room.

Although there was no conflict and war, the atmosphere was so serious that it was solemn!

In fact, Song Che was the first time that the big girl had to go into the sedan chair when she had a head change surgery.

However, as the top clinician, he can still be at ease as long as he figures out the principles.

To put it bluntly, the principle is somewhat similar to the technique of breaking the arm and reconnecting it.

However, allografts are caused by the separation of the head,

Whether in terms of risk coefficient or surgical intensity, it is more than ten times higher than the broken arm reconnection!

For example, when connecting broken arms and then connected, it is generally necessary to ensure that the limbs are separated within six to eight hours. The longer the time, the lower the success rate.

As for this head transplant, the time must be controlled within about half an hour!

And the brain is also the most complex part of the human body, and the difficulty can be imagined!

At this time, it depends on the skills of the two surgeons on the scene and the luck of the patients!

Looking at Park Jung-jin who was gradually in a "thawed state", Song Cheol was able to imagine the pain and torture of Park Jung-jin being frozen to death.

Although he had no good feelings for Park Jung-chung, he still deviated from his principles of practicing medicine by illegally seizing others' lives.

"You didn't kill people, do you still feel guilty? Is this the famous saying in China? If I don't kill Boren, Boren died because of me?" Che Shihe's playful voice came through his mask. At the same time, he was rubbing the scalpel, as if he was doing warm-up activities.

"I'm not that compassionate to the world, let alone I'm not familiar with him. I'm just a little uncomfortable. After all, this is my first time to build someone else's life on the death of others." Song Che said lightly.

His hands were also moving, but what he did was to rub Pu Zhongtian's body, from his abdomen to his heart to his neck, as if he was familiar with the structure of every artery vein and even the subcutaneous tissue.

Che Shihe smiled and said, "Why don't you try to change the angle? You have done so many transplants, from the heart, liver, cornea and other organs to the spinal cord, which life is not based on the sacrifice of others' lives. In addition to a small number of voluntary donations, more living organs come from those who use money and power to deprive them from one living organism!"

"From a broader perspective, the continuation of life is originally based on the prey of the weak. Whoever is rich and powerful can stand at the top of the food chain. Life is a paradox!"

Hearing these meaningful and profound words, Song Che couldn't help but laugh: "We are obviously believers in scientific practice, but we are discussing philosophical issues here. Isn't it a bit ridiculous?"

"After being a doctor for a long time, the true meaning of life will arise unconsciously. But we have experienced more and become more numb, so we don't take it seriously." Che Shihe seemed to have a lot of emotion at this moment, and he asked with interest: "Doctor Song, if we can end this bloody storm and grudges, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Go back to my hometown to open a clinic, marry a wife to buy a house and a car, and then respond to national policies to have two children, preferably one man and one woman." Song Che replied honestly: "Where are you?"

"I can only envy you because I have no chance to turn back. From the way I set out to **, there will be no return date." Che Shihe smiled helplessly.

The two looked at each other, and then they both met silently.

"The true meaning of life is so profound. I suggest you find an opportunity to sit together and chat while drinking." Sister Ling reminded: "Now, let's think about how to extend the life of the patient first. The donor is dead, so you can only try to save one person."

As he said that, Sister Ling pointed to the life monitor and signaled that the time for the operation was ripe.

Che Shihe temporarily stopped playing with the scalpel and said, "According to the pre-declared plan, we will be responsible for our respective parts."

The surgical plan was set on the cruise ship, that Che Shihyuk was responsible for cutting off Kim Sung-hoon's head and Song Che was responsible for taking off Park Jung-chung's body.

Anyway, Park Jung-chung is already dead, so Song Che doesn't have to take any responsibility if he gets more stabbed.

Moreover, relatively speaking, Song Che is more confident in the heart holding the knife.

Now, Park Jung-chung's heart has stopped beating, and the first step Song Che has to do is to try to restore the heart to pave!

"The countdown begins to be thirty minutes!"

Song Che signaled Lisa, then took the scalpel from Sister Ling's hand, and pierced Park Jung-tian's left chest as fast as the wind!
Chapter completed!