Chapter 8
“Pain transfer? What is Layla talking about?”
“Isn’t this supposed to be a pain-free surgery? How is there a transfer involved?”
I slowly removed the gastric tube, keeping my gaze fixed on Layla, who had collapsed on the ground helplessly.
“Who told you I transferred the pain?”
“If you didn’t transfer it, how could you not feel the pain?”
The crowd was confused by what Layla was saying, but I understood perfectly.
I showed everyone the video of me having brain tissue removed at the top-ranked hospital.
In the video, I cut off a section of brain tissue.
Yet, here I was, standing healthy and alive.
Everyone was amazed.
The hospital director quickly grabbed me and asked, “Where did this medical miracle come from? How are you still alive?”
Seeing the solemn look in my eyes, the hospital director quickly changed his question. “How did you survive this?”
I pointed to the video and explained to everyone.
“Because that part of the brain was unnecessary. Of course, I didn’t die after removing it.”
“But why would someone have extra brain tissue?”
I smiled faintly, my gaze cold as I looked at the collapsed Layla on the ground.
“Well, that’s a question for Dr. Thompson.”
Pain was transmitted by the central nervous system, i.e., the brain.
It wasn’t until I saw Layla wearing a red bracelet while performing surgery on the billionaire heiress that I remembered something.
When Layla first came to the hospital, she had the hospital director assign me as her experimental subject under the pretext of needing to learn surgical techniques.
My body was somewhat resistant to anesthesia, so I didn’t fully lose consciousness.
I recalled that Layla was the one who used her hand with the red bracelet to insert the brain tube into my ear.
I clapped my hands, and the private investigator brought in a lab mouse.
I inserted the brain tube into the lab mouse’s body.
I proceeded to perform a spinal adjustment on another patient.
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But the lab mouse immediately foamed at the mouth and died.
I discovered that Layla had once spent a fortune at an overseas auction to buy a special item.
The auctioned items were usually never disclosed to the public, but they all had peculiar functions.
It seemed that this brain tube, capable of transferring pain, was one of those items she had purchased.
“Bringing foreign items to harm our people and even deceive patients.”
“Layla! You wretched woman!”
Both the hospital director and the onlookers were furious and began cursing in anger.
At that moment, the patients who had hit me previously began to realize what had happened.
“Previously, the pain we felt was actually transferred to Dr. Hart.”
They immediately rushed to apologize to me, tossing their trash at Layla.
Most of them were shaken with fear.
Thankfully, Layla had stopped performing surgeries. If we had been treated by such an incompetent doctor, we wouldn’t have died, but we definitely would have been harmed.
“You’re a murderer!”
The billionaire was also furious. After all, his daughter’s surgery had been a disaster, and they still didn’t know if there would be future complications. He quickly made an appointment with me to have her checked next time.
Layla tried to stand up and flee, but all the patients grabbed her and dragged her back.
Fists rained down on her.
The next time I heard about Layla, it was that she had been killed abroad.
This was her own doing.
Because Layla feared the trouble people would cause her, she secretly fled the country.
But as soon as she got off the plane, she was caught by a gang.
I sighed and shook my head. Putting on my mask, I went back to my work diligently.
The patients no longer trusted pain-free surgeries.
Later, I also told them the truth that I had become accustomed to the pain, so I could bear it without flinching.
I believed that, as my skills improved, there would come a day when I could offer pain-free procedures to my patients.
That day would surely come.
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