Chapter 1777: Royal Hospital Standards
You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1777: Royal Hospital Standards
Immediately, he followed the thread and found the hidden second
copper wire. He took a deep breath and cut the wire.
At this point, his back was already drenched in sweat.
Only the last red wire remained. Although it might not be red in color, it
was referred to as the "red wire" because it was the final and most
crucial exclusion wire in the industry.
He searched for it, determined to find it. In his first attempt, he didn't
succeed.
He felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and his mind became a bit
muddled. He forced himself to stay calm, taking deep breaths. He
started his second search.
This unlocking device and detonator were highly specialized. They
could only interact with each other when the detonator was within ten
meters of the unlocking device. That was why Alisha had to be brought
to the scene.
He opened the cover of the unlocking device, and the red light
indicated that the detonator had been detected.
He had to sever their connection, unlocking the detonator and
proceeding with the next step. Any mistake in any step would cost
Alisha her life.
His understanding of the detonator and micro-explosive device
implanted in Athena was slightly incorrect. His imagined scenario had
deviated. As he delved deeper into his research, he completely grasped
the sequence and mastered the elements of disarming.
Now, only the last copper wire remained, and he had to find it!
He searched meticulously, focusing on every detail.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He had found it!
In an inconspicuous corner, there was a copper wire thinner than a
strand of hair, hidden behind numerous thicker wires.
This was it, no doubt about it!
Luther's spirits were lifted, and he quickly cut the wire. With that, the
weight on his heart was lifted as well.
Watching the red display disappear from the screen, he let out a sigh of
relief and shouted, "OK, let's begin!"
He then activated the satellite jammer, preventing the unlocking device
from transmitting the interruption signal.
He had calculated that unless Athena voluntarily turned off the
detonator, this was the only feasible method. After lying in wait for so
long, he had finally devised this plan.
From this moment on, Reuben had five minutes.
Luther's heart was pounding, feeling the tension throughout his entire
body. All the blood seemed to be flowing in reverse.
He had never worked with Reuben before.
He was even less familiar with Reuben's medical skills. All he could do
now was trust Reuben unconditionally. After all, Reuben'âs life was also
tied to Alishaâs. If the micro-explosive device inside Alisha exploded,
they would both die.
He couldn't leave the unlocking device. He stared at it every second.
Reuben, not far away, was working swiftly under the illumination of a
small shadowless lamp.
First, he administered the anesthesia. To save time, Alisha was still
unconscious, so he only performed local anesthesia. If Alisha were
awake at the moment, she would be conscious and aware of the
surgery. This anesthesia was the latest technology, with a low dosage
but strong effects, especially suitable for local use.
Rohomes controlled this type of anesthesia, and its ultimate purpose
was for use in warfare. However, Luther didn't disclose this to Joyce
because it involved international affairs, and he couldn't easily reveal it.
Once the anesthesia took effect, Reuben made an incision at the scar
on Alisha's chest.
He removed the detonator and micro-explosive device, avoiding blood
vessels and the heart. For him, it was a simple procedure. His
movements were fast, and he quickly retrieved them. There was still
time left, so he decided to stitch up the wound before disposing of the
detonator and micro-explosive device. It was better because this way
he wouldn't have to open the sterile tent, minimizing the risk of surgical
infection. After all, Alisha was still young and couldn't withstand
repeated infections.
He neatly cut away the previous scar and used his most exquisite
technique, even using cosmetic needles for the sutures.
After stitching, he even admired his handiwork for a few seconds. It
was a seamless closure, almost invisible.
At this moment, there were only ten seconds left of the five minutes. He
had already opened the countdown timer.
He opened the sterile tent, disinfected Alisha's wound repeatedly, and
then dressed the wound, finally dressing Alisha in her clothes.