◇ Chapter 59 Be Good
On the bank of the Horton River, Imur climbed up the shallows with difficulty.
His face was pale, his features were too gaudy, and his clothes were extremely gorgeous. These attributes combined made him look like a gorgeous ghost crawling out of hell.
The ghost was soaked all over, and her long black hair was also soaked in water, with strands sticking to her cheeks. There was also a very deep wound on her abdomen, and the oozing blood and tissue fluid soaked her luxurious robes. Every step she took was a heart-wrenching pain.
Imur covered his waist and abdomen and spat, "Damn it."
This is a shallow beach on the outskirts of Illia. The Horton River winds through the main urban area. Here the water flow slows down and a large impact plain is formed on the shore. After struggling for a long time, Imur finally climbed ashore.
He no longer had enough strength to search for the next shallow beach.
But Imur looked around with a look of despair.
This is too suburban.
The riverbank was covered with black mud, and on the shore were large areas of leafless birch trees. Ravens rested on them, calling hoarsely - there was no one here, and no signs of living people.
But Imur urgently needed treatment. His wounds were deep and had become infected. He was also unconscious and had a fever. If no one treated him, he would die on this silent river bank.
"...No, you can't die yet."
Imur bit his lower lip so hard that his teeth pierced his lower lip and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood. Only in this way could he barely stay awake.
Ymur crawled two more steps, still holding a ruby in his hand - if someone picked it up, he would use it in exchange, praying for some treatment and medicine; if someone took the gem but did not provide treatment, he would lure them with greater benefits, promising a hundred times the reward, and then come back for revenge after returning to his place, but now there was no one on the shallows, and Ymur had a lot of ideas in his mind, but he could not use them.
At this moment, a familiar heat surged in his lower abdomen, and then all the muscles in his body began to twitch and deform. Sharp pain spread throughout his body. Imur almost bit his teeth and trembled his lips: "No, no, why at this time..."
The ruby fell from his fingertips and rolled into the dirt.
Imur bit the soft flesh in his mouth even harder, but the pain was no match for his body's instinct. His fingers drooped weakly, and then the figure in the luxurious robe suddenly changed, as if the air had been sucked out of a balloon, and then a light golden long-haired cat crawled out from the clothes.
This is a very beautiful cat with deep lake blue pupils, thick fur and well-proportioned bones. It can be sold at a high price in the pet market.
But he was very weak, and his two claws moved forward with difficulty, leaving a long trail of blood on the river bank, which was then washed away by the river water.
Imur's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally, his eyes went dark and he fainted on the river bank.
*
Bai Yu crossed the embankment and walked to the Horton River.
He had just had a calm exchange with the system and gained a preliminary understanding of the world's background and his identity.
The level of scientific development in this world is roughly equivalent to that of Europe in the mid-to-late nineteenth century, and he is a doctor in a black clinic, mainly engaged in illegal medical practice, organ trafficking and other operations. These things are very common in Illia, and his current task is to find a cat on the river bank.
The Horton River meanders along a long riverbank. Bai Yu pushed his glasses up and asked, "Are you sure there's a cat here?"
66 shrank aside: "Yes, I'm sure."
As for his previous two hosts, 66 liked to lie on their shoulders, but Bai Yu had a cold personality, wore silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, looked like a gentleman, and was also a perverted cat killer. 66 was a little afraid of him and only dared to float beside him.
66: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be about 50 meters to your right."
Bai Yu looked as he was told, and indeed he vaguely saw a cat lying on the ground.
He walked over quickly and immediately frowned.
The cat was badly injured.
It lay on the ground, its breathing barely perceptible. The wound on its abdomen was hideous and it seemed to be in great pain, its body twitching from time to time.
According to Bai Yu's experience, if the cat was not treated immediately, it would die.
Bai Yu frowned, and 66 saw it. This host had a cold look to begin with, and now with his frown, he looked even colder and sharper than a knife.
The system shuddered and said fearfully, "Host Su Su Su, I remind you that according to the plot, you have to take this cat back. You can't kill it now, or your plot points will be directly reset to zero, host——!"
It saw Bai Yu reaching out his hand to the cat.
Bai Yu avoided the wound, picked up the cat, and calmly observed its wound: muscle tissue adhesion and dislocation, external infection, bleeding and suppuration, high body surface temperature, and fever, which should be an inflammatory reaction caused by the wound.
Bai Yu usually has no expression, and he had even less expression when observing the pet's wound. He stared at the cat's abdomen as if he was figuring out how to cut, just like those perverted doctors doing human experiments in horror games.
66 was terrified, and said sternly: "Host, host, this is the target of the mission, you can't kill him, you can't kill him now!"
Bai Yu glanced at it, picked up the cat, and said coldly: "Go back to the clinic."
He walked back.
Bai Yu was tall, had long legs, and walked very fast. 66 followed hard behind him and watched Bai Yu enter the small clinic.
This clinic doesn't do any serious business. There are not many doctors doing serious business in a chaotic city-state like Liria. All kinds of medicines are placed randomly on the cabinet. After Bai Yu counted and checked, he placed the cat on the cushion, fixing it so that its soft belly was exposed.
The condition of the wound is not optimistic. The dead flesh must be removed, the pus drained, and the wound cleaned and sutured as soon as possible.
He took out a bottle of narcotics from the medicine cabinet as anesthesia, turned on the light, and reached out to the system: "Give me the injection needle."
Tasks like delivering medical devices are usually done by assistants. Now that there are no assistants, the system can still be used as a makeshift.
66: “!!!”
Although the abuse described in the article does involve drugs and injections, 66 never expected that the host would be so perverted as to start with this. It huddled aside nervously, confused and uncertain: "...It's just a poor little kitten, it's even seriously injured. You actually used a needle on such a cute creature?"
Bai Yu frowned: "Give me the syringe."
The tone is cold and oppressive.
66: “…”
The system turned around and stayed in the corner, refusing to cooperate.
Bai Yu looked around and finally found the syringe in the drawer. The syringes in the black clinic obviously did not meet the disinfection requirements and were all reusable. However, there was no condition for this now, so Bai Yu could only simply soak and rinse them with clean alcohol, then pull out the syringe and prepare for anesthesia.
At this moment, Imur's eyelids trembled.
He woke up slowly, his lake-blue eyes fell on the tattered and old dividing curtain of the clinic. He was stunned for a moment and saw Bai Yu beside him.
His pupils suddenly shrank.
There was nothing in the dark clinic, so Bai Yu just made do with a white coat that was stained with blood and not washed clean. The lenses of his glasses reflected the pale light of the incandescent lamp. He was holding a needle in his hand, extracting an unknown liquid medicine from a dark brown reagent bottle.
The air in the clinic was filled with a pungent smell and the needles shone coldly.
Ymur struggled violently.
He knew that Illia was a place of corruption and corruption, with many unknown clinics where the doctors were ruthless, walked between the black and white worlds, and even performed live experiments.
And the cold doctor in front of him was obviously not a good person worthy of trust.
"...No." Imur trembled all over. He tried to bargain with the doctor, "I am an upper-class noble of Illia. If you stop, I will promise you endless wealth. It is too wasteful to use me as an experimental material. If you want, you can get more value from me!"
But the only sound that came out was a series of shrill, “Meow meow meow meow meow.”
Imur was in despair.
As a cat, he has no room for bargaining.
Human life is worthless in Illia, let alone cats. These ubiquitous mammals are the best experimental subjects for unscrupulous doctors. They can be injected with drugs and have their fur stripped off, and no one cares or pays any attention to them.
Imur didn't know what liquid medicine the doctor wanted to inject him with. It could be an experimental drug, an auxiliary substance for abuse, or even a corrosive solvent. He heard that some solvents injected into the body would cause the muscles to melt and rot inch by inch, and finally erode a large hole in the abdominal cavity, and pink tissue fluid would flow out of the hole.
Imur struggled even more violently, bursting the wound on his abdomen, but the doctor's binding technique was sophisticated and he was too weak, his movements were limp and powerless, and he was completely unable to break free.
In Bai Yu's view, Platinum Tuanzi was just lying on the examination bed, shivering, trying to curl up and protect her soft abdomen.
Bai Yu reached out his hand and rubbed Tuanzi's head, half helpless and half warning: "Disobedient kitten, be good."
“…”
Imur felt humiliated. The Duke of Illia was moody and tyrannical. Everyone treated him with great respect, and no one had dared to touch his head for many years.
But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Imur keenly noticed the only negotiable part of the doctor's words - be good.
If I behave better, do I have a chance to survive?
Imur then stretched out his belly, trying to be obedient. This posture made him a little embarrassed, after all, cats don't wear clothes, and the Duke's clothes are luxurious and tightly wrapped, and the scarf even covers the skin around his neck. In fact, Imur has not exposed any part of his body other than his face for many years.
Bai Yu praised: "Good boy."
Before Imur could rejoice in his escape, he pushed the needle slightly to squeeze out the excess medicine, then bent down and slowly pushed in the anesthesia.
The needle pierced his skin, the medicine was icy cold, Imur's calf twitched unconsciously, his pupils turned vertical, and he stared at the doctor hatefully, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his soul.
He gnashed his teeth and thought, "I'd better not let me survive, otherwise I will definitely pull out the doctor's tendons and bones, put him in the dungeon of the Duke's Mansion and torture him ten thousand times, use barbed whips, use fire, water torture, and use everything I can think of to make the doctor completely regret what he did today!"
Imur cursed viciously, but Bai Yuke had no idea what the cat was thinking. He completed the injection skillfully and began to observe the patient's reaction.
The anesthetic preparations of this era were quite different from those of modern times. It was also Bai Yu's first time to use pure narcotic anesthesia. He recalled the dosage in the textbook and did not dare to give enough the first time. Instead, he pushed it in a little at a time with caution.
The kitten closed its eyes and tilted its head to one side.
Bai Yu then took out a cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol, and leaned over to clean the wound.
Ymur twitched twice.
He still maintained a little consciousness, and felt a burning pain in his abdomen, as if someone had cut the wound.
Bai Yu obviously also noticed the kitten's twitching, so he picked up the needle again and gave it some more anesthesia.
Imur felt the needle pierce him again.
The surgical conditions were very simple, and Bai Yu used a human injection needle, which was too thick for cats. But there was no substitute at the moment, so Bai Yu could only try to be as gentle as possible.
But no matter how gentle the blow was, the pain was real. Imur thought in despair: "Isn't that one shot just now enough? Do I need another one?"
The last injection was already so painful, as if my intestines were pierced and my stomach was torn apart. If I get another injection, I really won’t be able to endure it.
...It's ridiculous to die naked in a place like this.
The anesthesia slowly took effect, and his consciousness slipped into the abyss. In the last moment of coma, Imur heard the doctor's cold voice: "Where is the scalpel? I need a scalpel."
The author has something to say:
Ymur now: I will use barbed whips, fire, and water torture!
Bai Yu was injured behind him, and Imur: “Meow meow meow” - sticking out his tongue and licking it.
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