Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Li Ru and the Japanese hospital director quickly began preparing for the surgery.

Although the hospital's operating room was not as advanced or complete as those in Kunming, it was still considered a relatively professional operating room in this era of war.

The white walls were clean and tidy, and a shadowless lamp hung directly above the operating table. Although the light was not extremely bright, it was enough to illuminate the surgical area clearly.

The operating table was covered with a brand-new white sheet, and next to it were sterilized and neatly arranged surgical instruments, including sharp scalpels, fine forceps, small hemostats, and glass syringes with clear markings.

Li Ru and the Japanese hospital director put on clean white surgical gowns, brand-new rubber gloves, and masks, leaving only their eyes visible.

They first lifted the Japanese officer onto the operating table and gently secured his limbs with soft straps to prevent him from moving around during the surgery.

Next, using cotton balls soaked in alcohol, they carefully wiped and disinfected the area on the Japanese officer's head where surgery was to be performed.

The Japanese hospital director stood to one side of the operating table, looking somewhat nervous yet expectant, and said, "Dr. Li, let's begin."

Li Ru nodded slightly, took a deep breath, picked up the sharp scalpel, and precisely made a neat square cut on the bald officer's head. Blood gushed out instantly, and he quickly pressed the clean gauze to stop the bleeding, his technique very skillful.

Li Ru kept his eyes fixed on the surgical area, pressing to stop the bleeding while calmly saying, "Dean, could you hand me the suction device?"

The Japanese hospital director hurriedly handed him the suction device, which Li Ru quickly took, turned on, and slowly sucked out the blood and cerebrospinal fluid from the wound, gradually making the surgical field clearer.

At this point, the location where the bullet is embedded in the skull can be clearly seen, and the surrounding tissues have become somewhat deformed due to long-term pressure.

Li Ru gently parted the surrounding soft tissue with tweezers and said to the Japanese dean, "Dean, I need you to help me separate the periosteum on the surface of the skull. Please be as gentle as possible to avoid damaging the blood vessels and nerves underneath."

The Japanese hospital director carefully followed Li Ru's instructions, separating the periosteum from the skull bit by bit.

He moved with extreme caution, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

After the separation was completed, Li Ru took the bone drill, adjusted the angle and force, and began drilling holes in the skull around the bullet.

The bone drill emitted a hissing sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet operating room.

As the drill went deeper, tiny bone fragments flew out, which Li Ru occasionally sucked away with a suction device. Soon, several small holes were drilled, and Li Ru picked up a wire saw, threaded it through these holes, and began to saw open the skull.

The wire saw moved back and forth between the skulls, making a hissing sound. The Japanese officer's head trembled slightly. Li Ru quickly said, "Dean, please stabilize my head to prevent excessive vibration from causing secondary damage to the brain tissue."

The Japanese dean quickly used both hands to firmly hold the officer's head in place.

Soon after, a fan-shaped piece of skull was successfully removed, exposing the brain tissue inside.

The bullet was deeply embedded in the brain tissue, and the surrounding brain tissue showed obvious contusions and edema.

Li Ru took a deep breath and said to the Japanese dean, "Dean, the next step is the most crucial one: removing the bullet. Could you please use a brain depressor to gently pull apart the surrounding brain tissue and create a space for me to work?"

The Japanese dean was so nervous that his hands trembled slightly, but he still tried his best to calm himself down and carefully pulled apart the brain tissue with the brain pressure plate as Li Ru asked.

Li Ru held a small pair of tweezers and slowly extended them toward the bullet, his eyes fixed on the surgical site without blinking, each movement precise and accurate.

Just as the tweezers were about to touch the bullet, the Japanese officer suddenly convulsed violently. It turned out the surgical stimulation had triggered an abnormal electrical discharge in his brain. Li Ru's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Director, quickly administer anticonvulsant medication!"

The Japanese warden quickly picked up a syringe and injected the drug into the officer's vein.

After a while, the officer's body gradually calmed down.

Li Ru concentrated again, firmly gripping the bullet with tweezers and gently pulling it out.

With each pull, he could feel the bullet sticking to the surrounding tissue. He dared not use too much force and could only operate slowly, little by little.

Finally, the bullet was completely removed. Li Ru breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Dean, the bullet has been removed. Now let's treat the wound."

At this point, if things continued, the Japanese officer had a very high chance of recovering.

However, this Japanese officer signed a waiver. Such a good opportunity to kill a Japanese officer is rare.

Although the other party was only a major, were there many in the Japanese army? And to be promoted to major on the Chinese battlefield means that this Japanese soldier must have killed a lot of Chinese people.

What's more, that damned Japanese officer wasted two precious hours of his time.

Of course, Li Ru wouldn't do it himself; he would rely on the Japanese dean's influence.

Thinking of this, he said to the Japanese hospital director, "Director, I've finished the surgery, and it was a great success. My hands are shaking terribly, so I'll leave the suturing to you!"

The Japanese hospital director didn't suspect anything, especially since he was perfectly capable of handling such a minor task as stitching.

He praised Li Ru's skillful techniques while taking the scalpel from Li Ru's hand.

Little did he know that at that moment, Li Ru was stepping on a soybean.

It's impossible for a soybean to be in an operating room; in other words, this soybean was brought in by Li Ru.

He kept stepping on it without any problem, because he knew there were soybeans under his feet.

But the Japanese hospital director was unaware that when he stepped on a soybean, his foot slipped, and his hand, which had just taken the scalpel, trembled violently.

As luck would have it, in that instant of trembling, the scalpel severed a relatively large blood vessel inside the Japanese officer's skull, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the operating table and everything around it red.

The Japanese dean turned pale with fright, waving his hands helplessly in the air, and cried out, "What... what should we do?"

Li Ru was secretly delighted, but on the surface he pretended to be calm and composed. He quickly picked up a clean gauze and pressed it against the bleeding point, saying, "Dean, don't panic! The situation is urgent. We must take immediate action, or this Imperial Army soldier's life will be in danger."

At this moment, the Japanese officer had already begun to convulse due to excessive blood loss, and his eyes were gradually becoming unfocused.

Despite Li Ru and the Japanese hospital director's desperate efforts to save him, they were ultimately powerless to save him, and the Japanese officer stopped breathing.

The Japanese hospital director slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with terror, muttering to himself, "It's over, it's over, what am I going to do? The military won't let me off the hook. This is medical malpractice, I'll be held accountable!" (End of Chapter)