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Alchemy was, after all, the precursor to modern chemistry and medicine. With a bit of a stretch, it was easy enough to link the two.
The side door was already open, and servants came to help move the body bag inside.
Hedy instinctively followed them to the basement, her mind now racing with even more absurd thoughts.
In a hundred years, a scientist would link dissection with theatrical performances, even charging admission.
It was said that every time dissections were publicly performed, four or five hundred people would crowd around to watch, and the theater tickets would sell out.
Why were these people from centuries ago so strange?
The underground space was very cold and spacious, with good ventilation.
They had set up a small, enclosed room for the experiment, equipped with clean water and a raised platform.
The servants placed the body bag on the platform, then left as if nothing unusual had happened.
Now it was just the two of them, and the atmosphere felt oddly tense.
Da Vinci knew Hedy had her reservations, and he wasn’t sure if she fully understood what they were about to do.
But this was the same person who could create blue from scratch—surely she understood this, too?
He carefully unwrapped the body bag, gave a small bow, and then began examining the structure of the wrist and elbow.
But then he froze.
He had thought he understood everything before, but now that he was actually about to begin, his mind went completely blank.
After cutting through the skin, Da Vinci was confronted with a mass of yellow substance and couldn’t immediately identify any tendons or bones.
Hedy waited for a long time before finally speaking, "This is fat."
Da Vinci immediately looked up at her, his eyes practically saying, You really do understand this!
She sighed and pulled out a pair of freshly made gloves from her pocket, then took a small knife and began explaining the structure to him.
“This is called a tendon.”
“See this? This is muscle.”
Da Vinci took out his notebook and began sketching the internal structure.
At this point, he was sketching with precision and speed, without any hesitation.
Hedy wasn't very familiar with this, but she was no stranger to it either.
She had been involved in many things.
The funding for national bonds, the design of airplanes, frequency hopping innovation in wireless communication— and even her own plastic surgery.
At the time, she wasn’t young anymore and had been ridiculed by the media.
When the doctors were too afraid to operate, she did all theresearch and went to see them. She pointed to her elbow and behind her ear, saying, “Start here, and help me lift my skin. I’ll teach you how to do it.”
And what happened after?
Soon, many movie stars rushed to the hospital, pointing at the pictures on the wall, saying, “I want to look just like her! Just like Hedy!”
