read more inpatreon belamy20
Naruto: Uchiha Shiroge Rebellion
Medical Center. Observation Operating Room.
A bunch of famous doctors were gathered together.
The observation room on the second floor? Packed to the brim!
"Richard, it's all up to you now," Chairman Larry said, lying there, looking at the surgical director walking toward him.
"Don't worry," the surgical director replied with a nod. "We've got the best surgeons in the medical center right here. We'll do our absolute best."
Chairman Larry locked eyes with him for a moment, then nodded back. "Alright, let's get started."
The surgical director turned to the anesthesiologist right away. The anesthesiologist got to work, numbing up Chairman Larry, then gave a quick nod. "All set."
"Okay, everyone, here we go!" The surgical director clapped his hands. "We'll start with the endoscope. If that doesn't work, we'll have to cut him open."
This was the hospital chairman, after all—no room for debate. They'd try the least invasive option first: the endoscope.
Hmmm…
Basically, wherever that parasitic catfish had slithered in, that's where Adam and the team would try to yank it out.
But why weren't they super hopeful? Three big reasons:
1. This wasn't the same little catfish from a few days ago. After sneaking in, it'd been chowing down and guzzling inside, ballooning up to several times its original size. Getting it to backtrack out the same way it came in? Tough luck—especially if the docs were dragging it out against its will.
2. The catfish's slimy, slippery body made it a nightmare to grip, especially in that spot. Talk about a challenge! 😅
3. The catfish had these spiky gill covers loaded with thorns. Once it latched onto its host, it'd use its teeth and spines to puncture tissue and suck blood. Getting it out meant figuring out how to make it let go first.
Hmmm…
Those gill spines were the real deal—sharp as heck! No wonder he's the hospital chairman. Guy knows how to live on the edge! 😏
But no matter how tricky it was, they had to give it a shot.
The surgical director sat there, ready to roll like he was about to deliver a baby, endoscope in hand. Step one went off without a hitch. He smoothly slid the endoscope in along the catfish's sneaky entry path. The built-in camera started beaming crystal-clear footage of Chairman Larry's insides onto the big screen.
It was like one of those classic movie scenes—crawling through an air duct, super slow, but everyone's eyes were glued to it.
"Where are you? Come on out already," the surgical director muttered, fiddling with the endoscope while watching the screen to guide his moves.
To anyone who didn't know better, it'd look like he was calling for a lost pet! 😂
"Ha! Gotcha!"
After a slow, careful search, the camera finally caught a glimpse of a white, squishy thing.
The surgical director lit up with excitement, but while the pros in the operating room stayed chill, the newbie interns up in the observation room weren't so calm. Some covered their mouths, swallowing hard, looking grossed out. Snake-phobes? The second that squishy thing wiggled, they turned away—couldn't even watch! 😖
"Come on, come on, out you go!" the surgical director chanted, steadying the endoscope's tiny forceps to grab the catfish and pull.
But nope—fail!
"Damn it! Too slippery!" he cursed as the catfish wiggled just enough to slip free from the forceps.
"Take it easy, slow and steady," Adam chimed in.
"Yeah…" The surgical director took a deep breath and tried again to snag the slimy sucker.
But after a bunch of attempts? Still nada. No progress whatsoever.
"This is ridiculous! It's not working!" He threw in the towel and barked at the nurse, "Get me the forked lithotripsy gun! I'm blasting it to bits!"
"Director, the lithotripsy gun could damage the urethra," Adam pointed out with a calm smile. "How about letting me give it a shot?"
"You?" The surgical director glanced up at Adam, meeting his cool, confident gaze. Knowing Adam had a knack for pulling off miracles, he sighed and stepped aside. "Fine, give it a go. But if it doesn't work, we're switching tactics fast."
"Got it," Adam said, sliding into the hot seat. He took the endoscope and started playing a game of "catch the slippery eel" with the catfish.
This time, though, that slick little fish didn't stand a chance. With Adam's precise control, it was game over.
"Got it! It's clamped!"
"Pulling it out now!"
"No escaping this time—Dr. Duncan's unreal!"
The room buzzed with chatter and gasps of amazement.
The latest chapter's up on 69 Book Bar first!
Christina and Shorty had quietly scooted closer to Adam, getting a front-row seat to this wild "Dr. Deng vs. Parasitic Catfish" medical showdown.
Shorty stayed cool and intense, but Christina? Her eyes were wide, practically drooling. If you cut out the context and just filmed her face right now, you'd swear it was a scene from an action flick—maybe even one of those island-country specials. She'd be a shoo-in for an Oscar-worthy performance! 😳
"It's out! It's out!"
"Hiss!"
"Holy crap!"
"Ohhh～"
"Ewww～"
"Ahhh～"
When Adam finally pulled the catfish into view, everyone either gasped or let out some kind of shocked noise. Especially the male doctors—even seasoned pros like Dr. Burke, who'd seen it all and usually kept their cool, flinched a little. Couldn't help shifting in their seats, feeling a bit queasy! 😬
"Almost there," Adam muttered, slow and steady, until—bam!—he yanked the catfish out completely.
"Done!"
He held up the infamous "brother fish" in midair for everyone to see.
At 10 centimeters long, this skinny, slimy thing was still squirming, making most people's eyebrows twitch. It was straight out of Alien: Prometheus vibes—think the scene where the heroine does a DIY C-section in the auto-med machine and pulls out a wriggling white blob. Just minus the chunky tentacles and blood-curdling screams!
"So… who wants it?" Adam teased, waving the catfish around like a trophy.
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
He'd just been joking, but to his surprise, people actually piped up—and not just one! All eyes turned to the raised hands.
"Christina?!" Dr. Burke stared at her in disbelief.
"What? I just think it'd make a great warning display," Christina said with an innocent shrug. "Stick it by the pool in a case—see who'd dare pee in there after that!"
Cough, cough. "Yeah, same here," the anesthesiologist and a nurse chimed in.
The nurse's motive? Who knows. But the anesthesiologist? Everyone knew his deal—he loved collecting weird stuff pulled out of patients and selling it. Not exactly breaking news around the hospital!
And don't think there's no market for it. In this drama-filled world, quirky folks with bizarre hobbies snap up rare finds like this for a pretty penny. No joke!
If today's patient wasn't the chairman but some celebrity? Adam bet it wouldn't just be three hands up—half the room would've been fighting over it!
(End of Chapter)