"This is the Rejuvenation Needle. After years of research and improvement, it has shown significant effects." Overstan said, a hint of morbid pride showing in his eyes. Every time he entered this laboratory, he was like he was injected with stimulants, and his mental state would instantly become particularly excited.
In a corner of the laboratory, several large glass containers were placed, containing some indistinct objects. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be specimens of undeveloped fetuses. They were writhing in the liquid that emitted a pungent odor.
On the shelf next to it were small bottles with labels, containing adrenaline extracted from children.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the laboratory, on a huge operating table, a frail child was strapped to a chair. The child's eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, and he occasionally uttered weak murmurs.
On the instruments, various data flashed and jumped, and a group of researchers in white coats were operating various instruments nervously and busily, without the slightest sympathy or pity on their faces.
Among them was a researcher wearing thick glasses, his eyes filled with fanaticism and numbness. He stared intently at the child on the operating table, the scalpel in his hand gleaming coldly under the light.
His hands, without trembling, precisely made a small incision on the child's body, from which blood seeped out. "This child's physical condition is really poor; he can't withstand any more experiments," he muttered to himself, his voice cold and mechanical.
Another young researcher, his face showing a hint of tension and unease, could only grit his teeth and continue working under the influence of the surrounding environment. He was responsible for recording data, and every fluctuation in the numbers made his heart race.
When he saw the thick needle pierce the child's body to extract adrenaline, a flicker of pity crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by indifference. "There's no other way; it's for the sake of great research," he told himself, making excuses for himself.
There was also a disheveled, unshaven researcher who excitedly moved between various instruments, muttering technical terms. "The stem cell fusion effect is getting better and better, and the efficacy of the rejuvenation needles has been enhanced again." His face was filled with an almost manic joy, completely ignoring the child's suffering.
"See? This is the experimental process of the Rejuvenation Needle." Overstan pointed at the scene with a twisted smile on his face. "Only through such experiments can we continuously optimize the formula of the Rejuvenation Needle, allowing it to exert its maximum effect and achieve the immortality that mankind has always dreamed of."
Liu Feng frowned as he looked at the liquid, a strong sense of disgust welling up inside him.
The gambling king's face also turned extremely ugly. He said coldly, "Just how many heinous things have you done for this so-called medicine?"
Overstan paused for a moment, then said excitedly, "On the road to immortality, some sacrifices are inevitable. Did you know that the main substance of this Rejuvenation Needle is stem cells extracted from the umbilical cord and placenta, and then synthesized with children's adrenaline? Only in this way can the best effect of delaying aging be achieved. I believe that in the near future, immortality will not be a problem."
"So, most of the children who are lost around the world every year are inextricably linked to your terrible experiment, right?" The gambling king had long anticipated this.
Overstein shrugged dismissively: "It's unavoidable. To gain eternal life, one must pay the price. Those children are merely necessary materials for achieving our great goal. Their sacrifice is insignificant on the path to immortality."
Such cold-blooded remarks silenced everyone present.
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