Baron walked to the door, opened it a crack, and gave the eviction order: "Alright, that's all that needs to be said." Let's go, I don't care about your trespassing, we don't think we've seen each other. ”

Chino didn't move, just stared at the fire, and said silently, "If I'm not mistaken, you just said 'basically nothing', basically... Meaning, there is still a theoretical possibility of success. ”

Baron rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Why are you so stubborn... It's like asking me if I can win 50 million if I go to buy a lottery ticket now. Strictly speaking, yes, there is a 1 in 100 million probability of winning the jackpot, but this probability is statistically insignificant. ”

"This wounded man of yours is too, the success rate of the operation is infinitely close to 0, this probability is pitiful, understand?"

Chino: "So, there's still a chance of success. ”

Baron was made out of temper, and said weakly: "Okay, okay, there is a probability, okay?" ”

"Then do me a favor." Chino took out the business card and a black bank card that Chou had given him and put them on the table, "$1 billion, help me save people." ”

"You were introduced to you in the past? Earlier, it made me so nervous. When I was younger, Chou used to help me a lot, and I definitely want to give her face. Baron's expression was much more relaxed when he saw the business card, and he immediately looked at the bank card on the table, frowned, and asked, "A billion dollars, God, I've never seen an offer like this... Which big guy are you saving? ”

Chino: "You don't need to ask. ”

Baron smiled bitterly, and he lifted his sleeve, revealing his hand covered with scars and stitches, and sighed, "My friend, whether it is such a high reward or the face of the past, I am happy to help you. But I don't know if I told you about my condition, my hands have long been ruined by the enemy, and now I can tremble even holding a spoon, let alone operating on people. ”

Chino: "It's not for you to go for the surgery yourself, it's for you to teach me." ”

Baron was even more puzzled: "You're a doctor?" ”

Chino: "No. ”

Balon didn't understand the situation at all, and said inexplicably: "You are really the strangest person I have ever met, you are not a doctor but you have to learn surgical techniques, and the wounded have only 12 hours to live, do you want me to teach you the techniques within 12 hours?" It's impossible. ”

"And surgery, do you think anyone can learn it if they want to? This requires consistent effort and practice. If you want to get to my level, you need at least a few decades of clinical experience, plus a very strong talent. It's not that I look down on you, do you have this talent? ”

Without warning, Chino suddenly picked up the knife on the table and threw it at the cat cowering in the corner.

The knife slashed through the cat's ear and nailed to the wall behind it, and the poor cat jumped up more than a meter in fright, squeezed into a closet in a panic, and kept smacking at Chino.

"freak! What are you doing?! Balon was furious, hurriedly went over and picked up the cat in his arms, and scolded Chino, "Get out of here!" You're not welcome here! ”

Chino gestured to the knife nailed to the wall and motioned for Baron to look.

Baron glanced at Chino suspiciously, walked over to the wall and began to look at the knife, when suddenly, his eyes slowly lost focus, and he muttered, "Oh God..."

There was not the slightest trace of blood on this dinner knife, apparently when it slashed over the cat's ears just now, it flew completely against the cat's ears, without hurting the flesh and skin, only a small handful of cat hair was scraped off, and the tip of the knife was pierced in the center with a flea stuck to the cat hair!

Baron pulled out the knife and looked at the pierced flea carefully, the knife was so precise that the small flea was cut in half by the blade, and what was even more amazing was that the flea was completely cut in the middle, as if it had been dissected with infinite precision.

Baron gasped and exclaimed, "God, are you a robot?" How can you control the force so precisely..."

Chino didn't answer directly, but asked silently, "Are you qualified to learn from you?" ”

Baron scratched the back of his head and asked hesitantly, "If it's 12 hours, it's definitely not good, and the study time will definitely be measured in years." ”

Chino: "It's okay, I have a lot of time. ”

Baron nodded, pressed a trap on the closet, and opened the secret door to the basement: "Come on, let's try to fight death." ”

...

For the next six months, Chino and Baron lived in this small house on the shores of Lake Baikal.

Baron had taken in apprentices before, and many of them were gifted, but no matter how talented those people were, young people always liked to sneak around, either sneaking out into town to drink or spending the night with the woman they hooked up with.

For these people, unless they are overindulgent, Baron never blames anything.

People always have their own desires, how can there be the kind of people in the world who can always study and work and never relax? The machine has to be turned off once in a while, wiped with dust, and put some lubricating oil on it.

Baron is not against young people's entertainment, and when it is time to relax, it is necessary to relax, and the combination of work and rest can be more efficient.

Now, however, the apprentice was so pure that Baron occasionally felt chilled.

In the six months that Chino came to study, in addition to his daily life, he spent 20 hours a day in the basement, either learning techniques from Baron, or practicing on simulated human props according to the injury imaging map, not reading newspapers during the day, not basking in the sun at noon, not going to the tavern at dusk, and not going out to find women at night, without any entertainment.

If you are an ordinary person, practicing in the dark from morning to night, with no entertainment or socialization, and you are tense like a tight spring, I am afraid that you will go crazy if you can't last a few weeks.

But Chino is like an emotionless, infinitely wearable robot, without any emotional ups and downs, never tired, never bored.

Sometimes, Baron even wondered if he opened Chino's chest and looked at it, it might not contain a flesh heart, but a mechanical power core.

Even Chino resembles a robot when performing simulated surgery, with amber eyes that fade away all emotions and become more precise than a precision instrument, even the young Baron can't reach it.

On the 187th day of practice, the lottery was won – for the first time, Chino succeeded in a simulated operation, removing all the projectile fragments without harming his life.

But that's not enough.

All the previous surgeries, Chino failed, this success can only show that there is a faint hope, it is an unexpected joy in the big gamble, you must keep practicing, repeatedly, to push the small pitiful probability infinitely to 100%.

There were countless opportunities to practice surgery in his previous life, but when he returned to Solandale, there was only one chance.

There will only be one winner in that doomed battle between the Grim Reaper and the Grim Reaper.