"Anesthesiologist, please inject a six-hour dosage…"
After prompting the anesthesiologist and ensuring all medical equipment was in order, Dr. House turned to the young doctor at the main surgeon's position and said, "Don't be nervous, Dr. Sean, you can do it."
At this moment, it was time for George's surgery the next day.
In the operating room, Dr. Sean brought two assistants, while the position of first assistant was reserved for Dr. House.
This scene, no matter how one looked at it, seemed like an old doctor teaching an apprentice.
Meanwhile, in the observation room outside the operating room, quite a few people had gathered.
This included Dr. House's assistants and others, as well as Mike's group, which consisted of Connie, Dr. Sturgis, Paige, and Needy.
It could be said that this surgery was a grand affair.
Before the surgery began, Dr. Sean, who had been a bit nervous, stood before the operating table and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again a moment later, his face had regained its composure.
Evidently, this genius doctor had gathered his emotions.
As Dr. House nodded, the entire surgery immediately began.
Anesthesia, incision… field clearing, patient treatment…
Once Dr. Sean immersed himself, the entire surgery proceeded in an orderly manner.
With Dr. House, a more experienced genius doctor, assisting him, the entire surgical process was smooth and uneventful.
After a little over five hours, the operating room doors opened, and a slightly fatigued Dr. Sean and his assistant team emerged.
"The surgery was very successful." Dr. Sean, his mask removed, showed a rare smile on his youthful face.
"More than just successful, it was practically art…" Dr. House, who had personally participated in the surgery, looked at the young doctor with nothing but pleasant surprise.
How could someone so young perform such a difficult surgery so smoothly, with every step as precise as if it had been measured?
Dr. House had seen Dr. Sean perform several decent minor surgeries before, which was why he regarded this young man highly.
Who would have thought that he could maintain such a high level of skill during a six-hour major surgery, without a single mistake throughout the entire process?
This was almost impossible in reality; even Dr. House could not achieve such a state.
At this moment, he had completely come to regard this young genius doctor as a physician on the same level as himself.
On the other side, the doctors who had observed the entire surgical process looked at Dr. Sean as if they were looking at a "god," a chosen god of surgery.
"You've worked hard; go and rest.
If you need anything in the future, just tell John directly." Mike expressed his gratitude to the chief surgeon.
Having gained many [Medical Skill] experience light clusters at the hospital these past two days, he could discern the difficulty of this surgery.
As a reward, Mike would instruct John to give this young doctor more care in his work and life from now on.
"It's all part of my duty." Receiving affirmation, Dr. Sean's shy smile became a little more genuine.
…
Another week passed, and after treatment, George looked much better.
At this moment, he was lying in a "small bathtub," filled with a white liquid.
As time passed, the medicinal liquid used for the bath slowly solidified into a white wax-like substance.
At a certain moment, George, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up from the wax-block-like small bathtub.
Subsequently, Dr. House and Dr. Sean, who had already prepared the examination instruments, attached the instrument pads to George's body.
"Heart rate normal… blood pressure normal… wound completely healed…"
If he hadn't seen George's previous condition, Dr. House would have thought he was dreaming.
"It's incredible! If not for his obesity, his current body would be even healthier than an ordinary young person's…" Dr. House exclaimed, while looking at the wax block in the tub.
For a doctor, that kind of medicinal bath that could restore a person's vitality was simply a "panacea."
It was hard to imagine what it would be like if this kind of thing became widespread, allowing people to soak in it after major surgeries.
"You've seen the effects…" Mike, observing from the side, was very satisfied with the astonished expressions of the two genius doctors, then motioned to John beside him to give each of them two blocks of [Ointment] from the Fraternity.
The reason Mike had called these two genius doctors to observe George's medicinal bath process today was to give them a preliminary understanding of this miraculous [Ointment].
As for the two blocks of medicine given to them, they were a reward for successfully treating George.
Yes, Dr. House's performance this time had also satisfied Mike.
"Good stuff…" Dr. House carefully took the medicinal block into his hand and sniffed it, then continued to ask, "How much of this medicine do you have, and how difficult is it to produce?"
Evidently, this experienced genius doctor had already thought of the clinical use of this "panacea."
"I can give you the formula for research, but I must warn you, the production of this medicine is extremely difficult," Mike, understanding Dr. House's thoughts, directly gave the answer.
This kind of thing was not widely popularized even in the Fraternity before, precisely because its production difficulty and cost were very high.
Now, the MIB Medical Research Team was vigorously researching a simplified version of this ointment, so the formula was not that precious and had not reached the point of needing strict confidentiality.
The reason Mike revealed information about this ointment to the two genius doctors was also to see if they could gain inspiration from it and develop a simplified substitute earlier.
Based on its effects, this ointment was definitely beneficial to the public, and naturally, sales would not be a concern.
Making money, there's no shame in it—
"Alright, you two go get busy first." It was enough to make his point; after giving them the ointment, Mike dismissed the two genius doctors.
"George, how are you feeling now?" Mike turned his head and looked at George, who was adapting to his healthy body.
At this moment, his condition and spirit looked very good, and even his mostly gray hair showed signs of turning black again.
"Never better, I feel like I'm twenty again…" George replied, surprised.
As for where this ointment came from, although he was curious, he did not ask rashly.
"That's good.
Next, you can recuperate in the hospital for a while; it's best to develop good routines and living habits." Mike offered George some advice.
In fact, the Fraternity's ointment was not a panacea; it merely restored George to the state he should have been in his forties.
If he didn't take care of himself and continued to drink and eat greasy foods, his body would probably break down again in a few years.
Mike suggested that he stay in the hospital, hoping that under the care of doctors, he would develop good living habits.
The time didn't need to be too long, one or two months would suffice.
"This… Alright!" George, whose body had recovered, actually very much wanted to go home and reunite with his family, and share the good news with them in person.
However, he also knew that Mike's suggestion to stay here temporarily was for his own good in the future.
"Don't be so conflicted; if you want to go home now, I can buy you a plane ticket immediately," Mike said gently.
Coming on too strong doesn't make for a good deal; Mike had done everything he could for George's family.
Moreover, George was no longer a child; Mike did not intend to control his life.
Therefore, the final decision still rested with him.
"I'll stay here for a while…" George also understood himself; once he returned home without supervision, he would definitely revert to his old lifestyle.
It should be mentioned here that the reason George was able to quit beer before was entirely due to his physical condition.
Now that his body had recovered, he might not be able to resist the temptation of beer.
"Anyway, I still have to thank you this time, Mike." Although George temporarily decided not to go home, it didn't mean he couldn't share the good news with his family.
Therefore, before going out to make a call, he sincerely thanked Mike again.
Meanwhile, Dr. House, who had obtained the miraculous ointment, had long realized that it could heal his lame leg.
So, upon returning to his office, he immediately summoned his assistant team.
"Crack—"
To the astonished gazes of his assistants, Dr. House decisively broke his lame leg, then shouted, "Taylor, quickly help me set the bone, I'm in terrible pain!"
After a chaotic moment, Taylor, the orthopedic specialist, helped the chief physician reset his broken leg.
Dr. House, already sweating profusely from the pain, didn't explain anything to the others and continued to shout, "Jeremy, get me a large bathtub and make sure it's filled with water—"
A few more minutes passed, and under the bewildered gazes of everyone, Dr. House endured the pain and took out two blocks of ointment from his embrace.
He thought for a moment, then broke off a small piece to keep for research.
Then, Dr. House put the remaining ointment into the bathtub and immediately lay down in the tub, clothes and socks and all.
"What is Dr. House doing? He's still in the mood for a bath at a time like this?"
"Should we give him a painkiller now…?"
"He should be undergoing surgery right now…"
Amidst the confused exclamations of his assistants, Dr. House gradually fell into a "slumber."
Fortunately, he had a history of various outrageous behaviors, so although the assistants found Dr. House's behavior this time strange, once they confirmed he was not in life-threatening danger, they did not take advantage of his "slumber" to send him directly to the operating table.
Then, everyone watched as the bathwater slowly solidified into a wax-like substance.
"Hiss—"
After a good while, Dr. House suddenly sat up in the bathtub and spoke strangely, "So this is what it feels like."
The feeling he was referring to was why George's first reaction upon "waking" was to breathe heavily.
There was no other reason; from a medical perspective, when this ointment treated the human body, it would put a person into a "hibernation" state.
Then, Dr. House, disregarding the astonished expressions of his assistants, lifted his lame leg and began tapping and knocking on it.
"It's really healed! It's incredible!! This will be a medical miracle!!!"
As the examination progressed, it was visibly clear that Dr. House's expression became increasingly excited.
At this point, one of the assistants also noticed the key point: the chief physician's leg, which had been lame for many years, could now move freely.
"What exactly is going on, Dr. House?"
Seeing Dr. House nimbly walk several circles around the room on both feet, his friend and assistant, Dr. Charles, asked the question on his mind.
"I want to know too, if we can understand the principle behind it.
This will be a medical revolution; it's not impossible to make history…" Dr. House walked somewhat frantically to the table, picking up the corner of the ointment he had broken off earlier.
Now, even the most obtuse person could understand that Dr. House's change was related to the ointment in his hand.
A bold idea appeared in everyone's minds: that was a "panacea"!
"Dr. House, where did you get this ointment…" Charles spoke nervously, his voice trembling slightly.
"Stop, I can only tell you that this ointment is very precious and not in large quantities.
Don't go spreading rumors…" Dr. House interrupted his friend's question.
Although Mike hadn't said this thing absolutely had to be kept secret, Dr. House, knowing the importance of this ointment, still urged everyone to maintain appropriate confidentiality.
Moreover, this incident also made Dr. House realize that his big boss, who could produce such an ointment, was not as simple as he appeared.
Indeed, a hint of reverence unconsciously emerged.
Then, Dr. House continued, "Next, we will halt all other drug research courses and focus our main efforts on the research of this ointment in my hand, striving to develop a substitute as soon as possible…"
Although they hadn't fully understood the origin of the ointment, they learned about its effects from Dr. House.
This couldn't help but make the eyes of the doctors looking at the ointment gradually grow fervent.
As Dr. House said, if this ointment could be popularized, those who researched it would surely make history in medicine.
On the other side, Dr. House looked at the small piece of ointment in his hand, and no matter how he looked at it, it seemed a bit too little.
So he was already plotting how to get another piece from Dr. Sean.
After all, the other party was still young and had no health problems; taking two pieces would be a waste.
'At most, I'll guide his medical skills more in the future—'
A smile reappeared on Dr. House's face.