"I hope the spare organs are ready, Mary."

"It's ready, all the spare organs carefully selected by Ms. Maya Hansen from the cultivation cabin." So many years have passed, Marie, the high priest of the Sora Red Lindruid Order, is still the blonde girl wearing glasses under a thick beer bottle, but her hard work and extensive knowledge have made her leave out the impetuousness brought by excessive hormones, becoming calm, steady, intellectual and loyal, and becoming the person needed by the emperor. Not everyone in the Order can tolerate such a boring life that is isolated from the world. After all, the Order was declining at that time, and there were only a few who were willing to devote themselves to the path of Austria, so Marie had to execute the rebels himself before informing him. "We have conducted experiments with the samples left by Supiluliumas. Your design is outstanding. The alchemy contained in the cells of the Imperial Guards can make the spare organs your real organ."

The emperor nodded, meaning to shut up.

Mary shut her mouth.

She said too much, and there were many things that the emperor knew. She knew that if she could not curb her worship, the emperor would keep her away from her current position, because He did not need a person who was uneasy. "I need you to monitor the vital signs of Supiluliumas, Mary." The high priest of the Sora Red Lindruid Order raised his head and saw the tired eyes of the emperor behind the transparent goggles. The microscope receiver of the disinfected automatic surgical machine was embedded in the eyepiece, and the precise brass gear was applied with disinfectant ointment as lubricant. "One of everyone present, you can only become the anesthesiologist of Supiluliumas."

"I will." Mary nodded, "Mental anesthesia is ready, and I need to calculate some data."

"It's done before my cleaning process is over," the emperor said. "Before that, I'll provide the plasma for surgery."

Stephen Strange was forced into the surgical gown, brushed his hands under the guidance of a servant wearing heavy protective suit, and put on rubber gloves. At this moment, he really began to nervous. He felt his palms hurt so much, his brain was blank, and the knowledge that was forced to read on the plane was forgotten at this moment. He had never seen such a surgical scene, not to mention that he was wearing a protective suit, separated from the entire world by a layer of lenses, which seemed like a dream.

A pure white machine with hundreds of tiny claws stretched out from the operating table was moved by a robotic arm. Next to this behemoth is a type of computerized tomography detection instrument, and on the other side is an industrial cutting instrument, which continuously exhales slender high-temperature plasma heat flow, and there is a scent of metal burning in the air.

He does not understand the functions and operating procedures of these machines, nor does he understand how he should plan the surgery.

Maybe he knew, but now he couldn't remember it.

Everything seemed extremely huge, and even the height of the operating table exceeded his height, which made him look like a dwarf who had accidentally entered the giant country. Or worse, he remembered his early experience in medical school. During the first dissection, he was scolded for being dull and nervous, and his hands were shaking as strong as they are now.

The operation has already begun, and only one person performs the operation.

Stephen Strange saw the emperor wearing surgical gown skillfully manipulating the scalpel to separate the skin and muscles, excreting blood accumulation, putting down the scalpel and manipulating hundreds of machines with thin metal limbs to accurately burn the bleeding points, suture the tiny blood vessels, and then take out new tissue from the box beside him to start the next round of filling. The emperor's movements were very fast, and he would throw down the scalpel to manipulate the machinery every few seconds. The movements were more accurate and stable than any surgeon in the world. At the same time, he had to pay attention to various data displayed on the screen on the other side, blood oxygen content, drug concentration in the body, etc. These data were very detailed, and hundreds of data flowed on the black-bottom screen like a waterfall. Incorrectly identifying the numbers after the decimal point may cause great trouble.

Dozens of blood-transmitting pipes, drugs and oxygen are connected to the huge human body on the operating table. The blood oxygen is mixed outside the body and then sent back into the body. Except for these things, Stephen Strange doesn't know either. He doesn't know the excessively thick bone plates on the screen, the several small organs that have never been seen under the liver, and the functions of the several layers of skin that are more than ordinary people.

The smell of blood in the air has the smell of copper and iron.

"What should I do?" He squeezed out a sentence with his dry throat. "I can't even hold the scalpel."

"Do what you should do." The emperor's voice came from behind the mask, and the dark eyes calmed Stephen Strange. His surgical gown was covered in blood. Seeing Stephen Strange still standing there stupidly, the emperor's tone became a little stern. "I won't use Supiluliumas' life to make you grow. You must now reflect your value." He kicked the stool under his feet, "Stand here, put your hand on the joystick and concentrate on everything you see. I need you to assist me when I stitch my nerves, and I can't do this by myself."

Stephen Strange blinked hard.

As his hand touched the operating lever of the surgical machinery, the files he had read on the data board were also recalled. His first job was to repair a visceral nerve, but the nervous system he saw was not a simple autonomic nervous system. The huge nerve trunk had extremely complex designs. Stephen Strange was sure that there was no such ganglion in the human body, so he guessed that this might mean that the person lying on the operating table had the ability to control the movement of the visceral organs and the brain could feel the working conditions of the visceral organs.

On the road of evolution in billions of years, complex organs mean more calories, more calories mean more food, and more food means greater survival pressure. Just a larger brain capacity consumes a lot of human calories. There is no more calorie redundancy to evolve such extraordinary organs, and there is no time to trial and error evolution of extraordinary organs. These organs and tissues that have never been seen before bear functions that ordinary people do not need. However, a surgeon knows how to appreciate this beauty, which is a complex function that nature takes longer to brew.

"It's amazing." He remembered the information he saw on the data board about the organ, but even the text did not describe the function of the organ to him. "What's the use of this organ connecting to the stomach?"

"Filter toxins and break down the genome." The emperor said without raising his head, "can allow the Guards to adapt to the most difficult living environment and maintain combat capabilities. Stop asking, you just need to perform as you know. Mary, make sure that the number of meninges is sufficient, and this operation will take at least twelve hours."

No one knew what happened after the emperor and the Imperial Guard walked into the silver stone gate. No one except him knew the whereabouts of the Yasok clan, and it was even more impossible to know what kind of enemy Supiluliumas had encountered to be so dying. The emperor did not answer any information about Stephen Strange's injury on Supiluliumas. He firmly did not disclose any useful information. Stephen Strange also shut up again because of his own boredom and focused on his work.

He did not realize that his hands could actually control extremely precise surgical machinery.

When the aircraft on which Wanda Maximov and Laura Crawford landed on the tarmac of the Himalaya headquarters of Kamataj, a prison guard took over the task from the accompanying knight. The thick red-bottomed black robe was covered with snow powder. Laura Crawford had never been to this place. She only knew that Kamataj was in the Himalayas when she was approaching her destination. However, she was still shocked by the beauty of the snowy valley. The beautiful scene of spring is only one step away from the towering snow peaks, as if an invisible barrier blocked it outside.

Modu returned in another plane with other exhausted secret mages. Master Hamil walked up to him and said something, and then Modu walked back to his room along the path.
Chapter completed!