The room behind the white wooden door is less than 20 square meters. Apart from a medical bed with wheels, there are some glass cabinets embedded in the walls, which contain medical supplies, medicines or equipment.
At this moment, a boy who had been given anesthesia and was in a coma was lying on the medical bed. In front of the bed stood two men in white coats. One of them was drawing something on the boy's chest with a pen, while the other was unfolding a surgical kit, on which a row of different types of knives and scissors were arranged.
This scene looks exactly like an operating room.
Just as everything was ready, the medical staff near the boy's body picked up the knife handed to them by their assistant and made an incision into the boy's right kidney. Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes a crack and weakly asked, "Who are you?"
The two medical staff paused, exchanged a glance, and the one in charge made the request: "He has developed resistance to anesthetics, add more medication."
“Master, this is already the maximum dosage. If we increase it any further, his organs will become unusable, and we won’t be able to explain it to him,” the assistant said with difficulty.
"He'll be in pain," the surgeon said in a low voice after a few seconds of contemplation.
"How about we start with the heart? This pain will subside after one episode," the assistant suggested, frowning, as if the person lying on the medical bed was an animal, not a human.
"Well, that's the only way then."
In his dazed state, Fan Shuozhuo was perfectly aware of his predicament.
He's run into a legendary criminal gang that takes all his organs. Some gangs only take kidneys, at least keeping him alive. But this one, judging from the looks of it, wants all his organs.
Fear combined with the effects of the medication rendered Fan Shuozhuo unable to utter a single word, and tears streamed down his face and onto his temples.
The fear of death left his mind blank; he couldn't even remember where he was before he was here, what he was doing, or what his name was.
Mom... Mom, save me... Mom...
When people encounter the most difficult and terrifying things, or when facing life and death, their subconscious reaction is always to call out for their mother. Fan Shuozhuo was no exception to this rule. He clearly felt a cold and sharp touch on the left side of his chest.
He's dying, and he'll never be able to go home again...
Tears streamed down his face as Fan Shuozhuo closed his eyes, helplessly awaiting his impending death.
The cold operating room, the cold-blooded people, and the victims waiting for death together create a cruel and heartless picture.
At that critical moment, the door that hadn't moved an inch was suddenly kicked open.
The surgeon's hand trembled, and he stabbed a bloody hole in Fan Shuozhuo's chest, from which blood gushed out.
When Yuan Zhuan rushed in, the first thing he saw were two fully armed medical staff members wearing sterile gowns and masks, with only their shocked black eyes showing. His gaze shifted to the boy on the medical bed with his eyes closed, and Yuan Zhuan's heart sank.
"Who are you?!" The assistant was the first to react.
Yuan Zhuan sneered and stepped forward, throwing two punches. Before the two medical staff could react, their bodies went limp and they fainted.
"You bastard, you scum!! Die!!" Yuan Zhuan raised his foot to kill him.
"Host, you can't kill them, it's against your moral character," the system intervened again.
So, "Oh, I won't kill him."
Yuan Zhuan stomped on the two men's hands and feet, crushing them as easily as crushing two ants.
"Phew..." Once he was sure it was shattered into powder, Yuan Zhuan breathed a sigh of relief. "That feels good."
system:……
Yuan Zhuan took out the photo, compared it with the appearance of the boy on the bed, confirmed the rescue target, quickly applied the medicine he brought to the boy, then put on a small sterile patch, and then dressed the boy.
After a few busy minutes, everything was ready and they were about to set off when Yuan Zhuan suddenly realized that the boy was 1.8 meters tall, while she was less than 1.6 meters tall.
Forehead……
How do I carry it? How do I take it out?
"System, can your space hold people?"
"Yes, dead people."
Yuan Zhuan: ...
She was caught the moment she tried to sneak out, as the passageway she had to pass through was crowded with people and had reflective glass.
His frustrated gaze fell on the boy's sleeping face. After thinking for a moment, he closed the door again and locked it.
Let's go together when he wakes up; she can't carry him.
Yuan Zhuan sat down on the only wooden stool, looked around, and then she noticed something.
The medicines here are so damn complete!
It encompasses almost every kind of anti-inflammatory drug, as well as wound medicine, ointments, powders, liquids, and various medical instruments.
Yuan Zhuan stood up and opened the solid wood cabinet door above. "Hiss..."
The sound of doors opening echoed one after another, and Yuan Zhuan's gasps gradually faded away. He'd seen it all before him.
The top row of more than ten cabinets, and the bottom row of cabinets and drawers, were all piled high with various medical supplies.
"System, I sent it. Hehe." She can use it for a long time now.
Just as he was about to pack up, Yuan Zhuan remembered something, turned around, tied the two people on the ground up like dumplings, blindfolded them, gagged them, wrapped them in three layers of pre-made sheets, and finally stuffed them under the bed. Perfect.
Even if you open your eyes, you can't see it.
As for the boy on the bed, Yuan Zhuan hesitated for a second before raising his hand to touch the boy's eyes.
A ghost has blinded me, perfect!
Several small paper figures flew out of Yuan Zhuan's pocket and diligently went to guard the person, while Yuan Zhuan began to fill the room with things, taking away everything that her hands touched.
Her medical team, Gaga needs these wound medicines, hehe.
In less than ten minutes, Yuan Zhuan finished collecting everything, then went to the boy's bedside, fed him half a bottle of diluted Vitality Pills, and removed his blindfold.
This time, the boy woke up so quickly that if Yuan Zhuan hadn't been confident in his abilities, he would have thought he had been faking it all along.
When Fan Shuozhuo woke up and saw the man beside his bed, he was stunned. "Who are you?" Could it be the Black Impermanence?
The Black Impermanence, dressed in a black tracksuit, said, "I am Yuan Zhou. Your parents entrusted me to rescue you. You've actually woken up, so get up and get dressed. We should go now."
Upon hearing this, Fan Shuozhuo sat up blankly, touched the gauze on his chest, and then saw a bundle that looked like a human figure tied up at the foot of the bed on the other side. He roughly understood what was going on.
He took the down jacket and jeans the other person handed him and quickly put them on. "Brother, thank you." The boy's voice was still a little hoarse, obviously from not speaking for a long time.
Yuan Zhuan nodded, grunted in agreement, and slipped the invisibility talisman into his pocket. "No matter what you see or hear on the road, you are not allowed to speak or stop. Follow my orders, understand?"
"OK."
Yuan Zhuan was more patient with docile, well-behaved children.
After confirming that no one was outside, Yuan Zhuan opened the door, and the two of them went out one after the other.
As Yuan Zhuan walked into the hall, her little paper dolls appeared from all directions and jumped into her pocket.
Fan Shuozhuo: ...
What did he see?
Yuan Zhuan: ...
Meeting the boy's astonished gaze, she said, "I am a Celestial Master. You know what a Celestial Master is? It's the kind of person who knows magic. These little paper figures are my helpers, used to gather information. Without them, I wouldn't be able to find you."
I thought the boy would be startled, or at least let out a small gasp. But to my surprise, the boy was very receptive. He just nodded lightly and said, "I understand, brother. You are a very capable person."
Yuan Zhuan: Isn't she a little too calm? It makes her seem a bit ordinary.
only……
Just as Yuan Zhuan was about to take the child out, the message from the little paper figures made her stop in her tracks.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Fan Shuozhuo looked over in confusion when he saw Yuan Zhuan suddenly stop.
Yuan Zhuan: Her little paper doll told her that the rooms in this building were full of medical supplies, countless and inexhaustible, piled up like mountains and seas. Moreover, there was an underground prison that held thousands of donors.
In addition, the rooms on both sides of the exit opposite the venue, apart from the living quarters, are all underground storage rooms that seem to stretch into the distance. These storage rooms are filled with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, US dollars, and many other valuable items, medical supplies, food, etc. that the little paper figures do not recognize.
Countless riches beckoned, and Yuan Zhuan's breathing became heavier.
Money, money, money—that's what she desperately needs.
What to do? Knowing there's money here, easily within reach, if she doesn't take it, she might hold onto it for the rest of her life.
In a flash, Yuan Zhuan heard hurried footsteps behind him. There were three tall, imposing men, one of whom was carrying another tall man on his back.
Looking at the unconscious man dressed in a snow-white hospital gown, it goes without saying that he was no different from the boy beside her; they were both donors.
As her gaze swept over the group, Yuan Zhuan suddenly felt that perhaps they could join forces and let them take the boy away first, leaving her here alone.
Just as Yuan Zhuan was about to take action, he saw that the four men did not foolishly rush out to their deaths, but instead found the outermost room nearby, pried open the door, and went inside.
Yuan Zhuan: It seems they're waiting for the right opportunity.
Yuan Zhuan tore off the talismans from the boy and himself, intending to follow the last man into the house.
"Who?!" We've been spotted!!
Yuan Zhuan: ...
They are quite alert.
"I'm here to rescue people too. I can help you leave safely." Meeting the sharp black eyes of the leading man, Yuan Zhuan immediately stated his purpose to avoid conflict. It was clear that the man's tense body was like a sharp sword, ready to strike at any moment.
"Come in first and we'll talk." Lu Zhan glanced at the short man and the pale-faced boy. The white hospital gown collar peeking out from the boy's chest temporarily put his mind at ease.
The door closed quietly and was locked from the inside.
Inside, there were six people, one of whom was unconscious. The other three were staring at Yuan Zhuan with gazes so intense they could burn a person alive.
"Let's get acquainted? I am Yuan Zhou, a Taoist priest. I am here because I was hired by Fan Shuozhuo, the boy's parents, to rescue him." Yuan Zhuan introduced himself to quickly gain the other party's trust.
"A Celestial Master?" Lu Zhan looked at the man with an extraordinary demeanor and considered many possible identities, but he never thought of this so-called Celestial Master.
"You figured out that we'd come here to find someone?" Wei Zhong asked in surprise.
"Yes, your friend was given anesthesia, right? I have some medicine here that can wake him up quickly and restore his mobility. Do you want it?" In order to avoid the endless question-and-answer game that followed, Yuan Zhuan quickly threw out the bait.
Under the current circumstances, a swift and decisive victory is the best course of action.
"Are you serious?" The burly man with a slightly pale face, who was carrying the unconscious person, suddenly walked over and asked.
“Hmm, we’ll see.” Yuan Zhuan took out the remaining half-bottle of Vitality Water from his backpack. “If his organs aren’t damaged.”
None of the three responded immediately; they just stared at the water in her hand, as if it were some kind of poison that made them stop in their tracks.
"What are your conditions?" Lu Zhan asked.
"Hmm, I like smart people, hehe. It's not a big deal. I'll help you rescue people and get you out of here. In return, you help me take this boy safely off the island and send him home. Then our deal will be complete."
Lu Zhan's gaze swept over the boy's pale face, and then he saw the boy approach Yuan Zhuan and quietly tug at Yuan Zhuan's sleeve. His thick eyebrows twitched. "Is it that simple?"
"Yes, it's that simple."
"From what you're saying, you're not planning to leave?" Wei Zhong asked in surprise. "You're going to attend the auction? Seriously? Let me tell you, all the items here are criminals. Wait until we..."
"Wei Zhong, shut up!" Lu Zhan interrupted before he could finish speaking.
Their mission here is only to rescue people. As for other matters, once they return and report them, it will be none of their business. It's best not to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"You're overthinking it. I have other tasks to complete," Yuan Zhuan said impatiently. "Speak up, will you agree? If not, then forget it and we'll be leaving now."
Seeing Yuan Zhuan's impatience, Lu Zhan gave Wei Zhong a look, signaling him not to say anything more. "Fine, if your medicine really works."
Lu Zhan reached out and took the bottle, then went to the medical bedside and poured it down the throat of the man on the bed.
This time, the man woke up a little later than Fan Shuozhuo, taking almost a minute.
"Hmm..."
"Holy crap, he's awake!! That's amazing!!" Wei Zhong became the laughingstock again, earning a cold glare from Lu Zhan, and retreated to the side, keeping his eyes down.
The burly man with the blue face smiled as he felt the pulse of the person who had just woken up. He let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Yuan Zhuan, "Your medicine is really amazing. It replenishes vital energy immediately."
Yuan Zhuan: What a miscalculation! We've encountered a doctor who doesn't seem like a doctor at all.
“This is Fu Le, and his family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for three generations.” Lu Zhan was also very happy to see his friend wake up, and the coldness on his face softened considerably. “Mr. Yuan, could you explain in detail what you just said about having a way for us to get out now?”
"certainly."
Yuan Zhuan was extremely pleased.
Ten minutes later, the six people emerged from the house with different expressions, each with an invisibility talisman affixed to their front and back. "Remember, avoid anything that reflects light, as that will reveal your location."
"Okay, thank you." From verifying the talisman to actually using it, Lu Zhan's shock never subsided.
The power of this talisman is truly extraordinary. If it were used in the army, wouldn't they be invincible?
I wonder if this talisman can be mass-produced?
Yuan Zhuan was unaware that his talisman had once again attracted the attention of a certain military unit.
The six people quickly avoided the crowd and made it to the entrance. When passing the glass display case, they hunched over as much as possible to avoid being caught on camera projections.
"I'll go out first. Just catch one of the guards at the gate," Yuan Zhuan said in a low voice as they reached the exit.
No one objected.
After Yuan Zhuan went out, he found the black man guarding the door, used the Soul-Capturing Technique to briefly control the man's soul, then made a pre-arranged hand gesture, and led his men to open the elevator.
"Hey Ben, where are you going? The gates are about to close." A gatekeeper noticed the black man's movements and walked over with a puzzled look.
"I forgot my access card, I'll be right back."
"Ben, is your brain only filled with women? You've forgotten something so important. Hurry up and go, or the team leader will kill you if you come back late."
"OK."
After the Black man pressed the elevator code, the elevator opened.
Because of the extra black puppet, Lu Zhan decided to go up last, while the other four people plus the black puppet went up first.
As the elevator doors closed, Lu Zhan and Wei Zhong exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.
Soon, the Black man came down the elevator again.
The elevator doors opened, and the black man stepped out. The bodyguards who had been staring at the elevator surrounded him in surprise. "Hey, Ben, are you alright? You seem a little off."
"SWAT, I just didn't sleep well, my head is all foggy. Oh my god, I went up and didn't get out of the elevator. Sorry everyone, I have to go up. Yes, I have to go up. Sorry everyone, I'll treat you to drinks after get off work. I forgot my card, that's terrible."
And so, the Black man led the Marines up there.
To Lu Zhan's surprise, the black man acted like their inside man, not only bringing them up but also exchanging pleasantries with the guards at the door before leaving.
Lu Zhan was surprised to see the black man leave as if nothing had happened, just like the way he had looked at him earlier, but it was just his imagination.
Those eyes were incredibly eerie, as if possessed by Yuan Zhou's spirit.
Touching his rapidly beating chest, Lu Zhan didn't dare to delay and ran towards the agreed-upon direction.
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