Surgery Godfather

Like running, the world record for a hundred-meter sprint can only be improved by fractions of a second, with many years of advancement just for a slight improvement.

After thinking for a long time, the only solution was to further improve his anatomical proficiency. Any improvement gained was a little narrowing of the gap.

The diagram in his brain, formed by the accumulation of five thousand test subjects, both dynamic and static images, were incredibly clear and stable. Every time they were called from memory, it was an effortless process.

However, this kind of retrieval required time. After the image was retrieved, it needed to be corrected according to the actual situation, which also took time. This was why he could not increase his speed.

“Are you already asleep?”

“Not yet!”

Xiao Su sent a WeChat message. She knew that Yang Ping was facing a problem. He was thinking even during meals.

Yang Ping shared his dilemma with Xiao Su – the problem of not being able to surpass Takahashi and his infrared assistance. Both of them liked sharing their joys and sorrows together.

“Without the benefit of infrared surveillance, though you may not currently match him, you definitely will in a few years, even surpass him. I am not sure about anything else but when I was learning the piano as a child, I always had to look at the sheet music at first. Once I became proficient, the music was memorized in my heart. When I reached the peak of proficiency, I no longer needed the sheet music in my heart. I didn’t even need to think about it. The music naturally flowed. I wasn’t even sure how I played it – ”

Don’t need to think! Don’t need to think! Don’t need to think!

Yang Ping carefully considered these words, and suddenly it dawned on him. Wasn’t this the essence of martial arts novels where you’re unbeatable without a sword?

The ultimate realm of swordsmanship is having no sword in your mind or hand.

Only by transitioning from having to not having, can you reach the highest realm.

“I understand!”

“What do you understand?”

“I understand how good Xiao Su is.”

“Then go to bed early, be good, don’t stay up too late.”

“Yeah, you too, get some sleep. See you tomorrow.”

Yang Ping went back into the system space. There were still a thousand test subjects left for anatomical training.

Due to slow progress, he dared not use up all one thousand, fearing that his goal couldn’t be achieved even after they were used up.

Now that he had found a way to solve the problem, the thousand test bodies could be used.

Because the anatomical diagram in the brain was constructed through the anatomy of the test subjects, it was just like a real human body.

Now, he wanted the human body in his brain to become his instinct, functioning without needing memory.

If he could achieve this – to think and to get, it would be even more accurate and faster than Takahashi’s to see and to get.

Because he had to rely on his eyes for guidance, while Yang Ping relied on the guidance of his heart.

Just like drivers – one using a navigation system for guidance, while the other already traversed the same route for decades and knew exactly where to go.

Higher peaks lay ahead, and he must climb them.

That strong interest in his heart, the fierce desire to conquer those peaks, surged inside him like ocean waves.

Once his strategy shifted, so did his approach to utilizing the test subjects.

He had always been using dissection to solidify the image in his brain.

Now it’s the other way round, he used the image in his brain to guide his dissections.

With constant repeated practice, the image eventually dissolved, becoming part of his consciousness, just like walking without thinking about which foot to step first.

The space remained the same, the test subjects appeared again, and the mechanical hand passed the scalpel.

Yang Ping began the dissection according to the anatomical diagram in his brain, making constant corrections based on the actual situation.

He did it slowly and without rushing. These corrections were made consciously.

It was just like typing. In the beginning, you had to search for the keyboard. Once you got the hang of it, your hands would naturally find their way to the keyboard.

After dissecting dozens of test subjects, it felt very stiff, and each dissection required conscious reference to the anatomical image in his brain.

By the time he completed the dissection of two hundred test subjects, the anatomical image in his brain flickered, strongly guiding his hands.

Just like typing, a quick glance and you would find the keyboard, no need to search around.

The space was no longer silent. For the first time, the sound of water emerged. That was the sound of a distant waterfall. The sound was very pleasant to the ears. It gave Yang Ping a strange feeling, one he couldn’t really describe. It was like a strong desire to explore.

He had felt this before, but now it was growing stronger.

Every ascent to a higher peak sparked a strong desire to help Yang Ping overcome all obstacles.

Perhaps this was a side effect of the system or a latent impact.

Yang Ping speculated that the training in the space would gradually increase his interest in medicine and his desire to explore uncharted territories in the field of medicine.

It was a medical system after all. It naturally has its internal logic.

He continued to train, not asking for the time, just focusing on climbing, not asking how high the mountain was.

Once the approach was correct, the result was entirely different.

When he finished five hundred test subjects, the anatomical image in his brain became vague. Occasionally, he needed to think, but most of the time he didn’t.

Anatomy was everywhere. Where the mind went, where the hand reached, was where the anatomy lied. Any structure was at the mercy of the scalpel.

With one sweep, all one thousand test subjects were dissected.

There was no anatomical image left in his brain. As soon as he made a cut, he naturally achieved his goal.

Just like a finely practiced piece of music, there’s no sheet music in your heart. As soon as you sit down and place your hands on the keyboard, without needing to think, the notes would naturally flow out.

For Yang Ping, the human body was this piece of music. The human body had become a part of his consciousness.

He stood in the space, the sound of the waterfall faintly audible.

Unprecedented! Unparalleled!

Where did humans come from? Where are they going? Why are humans, humans? Why are there two kidneys? Both lungs are divided into left and right, yet there’s only one heart and liver.

Why do humans need oxygen? Why did the origin of life begin with protein?

Who designed the double-helix structure of genetic material? Why is the base pair code designed that way?

A pair of fertilized eggs, without human intervention, could become the complex human body in the womb in just ten months.

When did mitochondria enter the cells in the human body? Why do bacteria and viruses coexist with humans on this Earth?

He seemed to hear the sound of a bell, vague and unsteady.

Coupled with questions flashing in his brain, each one evoked a wonderful feeling from the depths of his heart.

However, this feeling was fleeting and immediately faded back to calmness.

Exiting the space, Yang Ping pulled open the curtains and looked up.

The weather was clear, the starry sky was dazzling.