# Surgical holy hand #kesulu #abyss pollution #medical refreshing article
Late at night in the emergency department, I cut open the patient's chest, only to see that the pulsating aorta turned into giant tentacles covered with phosphorescent suckers!
Colleagues say that I am a surgical machine that can save countless terminally ill patients with my hands;
Only I know that the bacteria I saw were twisted non-Euclidean geometry, the monitor waveforms were screaming ghosts, and there were ancient whispers hidden in the shadowless lights in the operating room.
Drug-resistant bacterial infection? That is the corruption of the abyss!
Rare parasite? That's the larvae of Star Color!
When I relied on "hallucination" to predict blood clots and remove metastases that were not visible on CT, it became a myth in the medical community.
Director Zhou Ming's eyes became colder and colder, and strange inscriptions seeped out from the walls of the hospital basement.
And on the forehead of my sleeping son, translucent fish scale lines slowly appeared.
"You won't even let go of my child...?"
