Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

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 cto 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 himmediately.

*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 sline 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 beca 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?"