Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3363 Strikingly Similar To Kassy's Injuries

The injuries of the volunteer willing to participate in the clinical trial were strikingly similar to Kassy's injuries. If this volunteer recovered, then Kassy should be able to as well.

Luca felt it was almost like science fiction-completely unrealistic.

Still, when it came to Shanks, she could not help but feel a flicker of hope.

Without realizing it, Luca had started to adopt Shanks' passion for pharmaceuticals and medicine.

Shanks glanced at Luca briefly before shifting his gaze back to the volunteer.

"Get him onto the vehicle, Shanks instructed the staff.

"Yes, Mr. Shanks."

"Why are we putting him in the vehicle?" Luca was puzzled.

Gerald glanced at her and explained, "It's because this room doesn't meet the necessary hygiene standards. Mr. Shanks arranged for a medical van to be brought in."

He heard that Shanks initially planned to transport the volunteer to the Island of Despair for the procedure since the equipment there was fully equipped. However, the volunteer's family disagreed with it.

They were worried about what might happen and insisted the experiment take place in X City.

That way, regardless of the outcome, good or bad, they could bring the volunteer home immediately.

*A medical van, huh?" Luca was a little surprised at the lengths Shanks had gone to.

"Get ready," Shanks said to Luca as he took the test results from the volunteer's family. "He'll need a simple examination."

Since the equipment here was insufficient, Shanks had asked the family to take the volunteer to the hospital for a thorough medical check-up. Once all the reports were ready, they could bring him back to this location.

Luca nodded and then turned to Gerald with another question. "Do you know anything about this volunteer's background?"

"I heard he's got a relative in the same line of work as me, but they don't know about our organization. They just know we're running this secret experiment. His family thought that since things were already pretty messed up, it couldn't get much worse.

"So, they might as well let the guy go through with the surgery. Who knows? Maybe it'll work." Gerald shared everything he knew with her.

Luca pondered for a moment.

Gerald, sensing her contemplation, asked curiously, "Ms. Craw, do you think this research will actually succeed? From what I've read, this kind of experiment has never been achieved with current medical technology.*

"You'll find out soon enough." Luca walked toward the medical van.

Following Shanks' instructions, she underwent strict disinfection procedures before boarding the van. Once the door was closed, it became a closed chamber. It was a completely sterile environment.

Luca changed into a sterile suit and went through another round of disinfection before entering the main compartment.

The volunteer was seated there.

Surrounded by unfamiliar people and in an alien environment, he looked a little nervous. He could not see or move, which explained why he was a little scared. However, he managed a faint smile, holding on to the hope that he might get a second chance at life.

Luca asked Shanks, "Mr. Shanks, what should I do?"

"Help the volunteer lie down," instructed Shanks.

Following his directions, Luca gently guided the volunteer to lie on his back.

Shanks was meticulously reviewing the test results, including the hospital scans, studying each detail carefully. Once the volunteer was settled, he assigned Luca another task. "Run an ECG test and take his blood pressure."

"Got it." Luca performed the tasks with practiced ease, completing the ECG and measuring the blood pressure in no time.

*All done, Mr. Shanks. Everything appears normal," reported Luca.

"Okay." Shanks stepped up to the volunteer. Even though the volunteer could not see, Shanks introduced himself politely, "Hello, sir. I'm the lead physician for this clinical trial. The procedure will be carried out in two phases.

'First, we'll repair the nerves in your knees and thighs. Once you've recovered sufficiently, we'll proceed with an eye transplant and repair the optic nerves. Do you have any questions?"

The volunteer, lying on the medical bed, trembled slightly at Shanks' words. "Yes, I do."

"Go ahead." Shanks' tone was patient and reassuring.

"What's the success rate?" asked the volunteer hesitantly.

*I can give you an approximate figure-80%, answered Shanks, his tone carrying a hint of bold confidence. Luca's heart skipped a beat.

Even for standard procedures, most doctors would avoid giving such definitive probabilities to patients or their families. Still, Shanks had confidently declared 80%. That was an extraordinarily high success rate...

It left her stunned.

This was a procedure that had never succeeded anywhere in the world!

Yet Shanks was claiming an 80% chance of success!

The volunteer trembled again. Having been ill for so many years, he understood just how remarkable that percentage was.

Previously, doctors had suggested he get artificial knees, but even then, they warned that it would not guarantee he would walk again since his nerves were completely dead. Now, he was being offered an 80% chance.

If not for the credibility of the relative who referred him, he might have thought this doctor was insane. Perhaps he was spouting numbers just to convince him to be part of the clinical trial.

With a shaky voice, the volunteer asked, "I have one more question."

"Yes." Shanks inspected the instruments they would be using shortly.

"What's the reason for the remaining 20% chance of failure?"

"Your family didn't permit us to take you to Russia for the procedure. The equipment there is far more advanced.

If we had access to that technology, the success rate would've been 99%," explained Shanks.

Despite his confidence, Shanks refrained from claiming 100%. It also depended on the patient's physical condition. He knew there were always factors like the patient's physical condition that could lead to failure, however small the chance.

"Okay, okay." The volunteer could not help but feel a sense of hope for the future. "Doctor, let's proceed." "We'll use localized anesthesia." Shanks turned to look at Luca.

Luca nodded.

During her three years on the Island of Despair, she was present for every operation Shanks performed. That was why she had also become an anesthetist.

She instructed the volunteer to turn his back to her and curl up. Gently feeling along his spine, she located the injection site for the anesthesia. Slowly, she administered it.

Ten minutes later, once the anesthesia had fully taken effect, Shanks began the surgery.

The volunteer's knees had been necrotic for years. He had previously undergone a procedure to remove the dead tissue and bone to prevent further deterioration.

Shanks, however, removed all the remaining knee bones entirely.

Even though it had been a while since Luca had last done this kind of work as Shanks' surgical partner, she could not help but feel as though she had returned to her days on the Island of Despair. Her collaboration with Shanks was seamless, as if no time had passed.

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The volunteer's family, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately approached. "How is he?"

*The first step was a success. We replaced the damaged knees with artificial joints and reconnected all the nerves. The next phase will involve using medication and naturopathy to stimulate the damaged nerves.

"In about two weeks, you'll start seeing progress. By two months, once the bones and nerves have fully recovered, he'll be able to stand and walk again," Luca spoke on Shanks' behalf.

Shanks had a habit of remaining silent after completing surgery.

Shanks always had Luca, his assistant, handle the explanations. This time, she took the initiative to share the details with the volunteer's family.

Her detailed explanation came from Shanks himself, as he had spoken these specifics during the surgery.