Chapter 589 Flower of Blood and Bone Seal of Saan

Chapter 589 Flower of Blood and Bone·Seal of Sarn

The female forensic doctor looked at the client standing upright in front of her, with a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes.

As the "source" among the five links in the human body trade line, she is well aware of her mission - to illegally harvest organs.

What makes her most troublesome and disgusting is that she needs to communicate with buyers on the trade line.

These buyers include wealthy patients, illegal clinics, medical institutions and other individuals or organizations in need of organ transplants.

They found her through the black market and intermediaries, and selected an adapter in advance.

Lisa sneered inwardly, every time she dealt with these customers, she could see their hypocritical masks.

At this stage, there is always a situation where Party A needs to "inspect the goods". At this time, she has to come out and prepare fresh supplies for them on the spot.

And whenever this happens, these self-proclaimed sanctimonious customers will appear as weak as they are now.

"You know where these organs come from, right?" Lisa asked in a calm but cold tone, looking directly at the customer in front of her.

The client's face became paler, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he resisted the feeling of vomiting. His eyes were full of helplessness and panic.

I...I just need a matching kidney," the client's voice trembled, almost pleading, "I have no other choice. "

Lisa looked at him coldly and continued: "Of course, you always say that. For your own life and the life of your family, you choose to buy illegal organs. All you want is to live, and that's right. It’s not worth scorning either.”

Suddenly, Lisa picked up the scalpel she had just used to remove the organs. She lifted the knife and brought it down. The blade passed across the client's forehead. A few strands of hair fell, and the lancet was accurately inserted into the wall behind him.

The bloodless male customer looked at Lisa in horror, his eyes full of fear and shock.

Lisa's face was extremely cold as she continued:

"But what disgusts me the most about you weaklings is your hypocrisy. You have done everything, but you are unwilling to see the darkness and blood behind it."

"Always hypocritically doing unscrupulous things while singing high moral songs."

The client's breathing became rapid, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly.

His lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only look at Lisa helplessly.

The female forensic doctor looked at the client who was lying limply on the ground and looked back expressionlessly.

She turned towards the dissecting table and began to carefully handle the organs she had just removed from the deceased.

She picked up a clear plastic organ storage bag, which is covered with a biocompatible coating to minimize damage to the organs during transportation.

She placed the heart, liver, and kidneys into the storage bag one by one, ensuring that each organ was properly protected.

She put white stickers on each storage bag, then took out a black ink pen and wrote symbols such as A1, B1, C1, etc. on each sticker.

She then placed the bagged organs into a portable organ cooler.

This kind of refrigerator has a sturdy appearance and is equipped with a temperature control system inside, which can accurately control the temperature and ensure that the organs stay fresh in a low-temperature environment.

She carefully adjusted the temperature settings of the box to confirm that all parameters were in optimal condition, then closed the lid and locked the safety latch.

While she was doing this, the cold voice continued:

“A mechanic can replace an old car part with a new one, oil a squeaky joint, and get an engine running again. Likewise, a surgeon can replace a broken organ with a new one, extending a patient’s life. Years Year after year, the barriers to entry for technology are getting lower and lower, and these surgeries are becoming more convenient and less expensive.”

She patted her hand lightly on the cooler to make sure all the organs were properly secured, then continued:

"Just like an old car needs to replace parts to continue driving, the human body also needs to transplant new organs to continue its life. This technological advancement has given more patients hope of survival, but it has also left More lives were lost."

The female forensic doctor looked at the client, a trace of coldness and ridicule flashed in her eyes, and her voice was cold and disdainful:

"Actually, it's nothing. People sell their time, freedom, healthy body, and even peace of mind to work every day in exchange for a meager salary. Isn't this kind of class oppression and exploitation an alternative human body market?"

She approached the client slowly, with a deliberate contempt in her tone.

"The products marketed in the human body are riddled with contradictions, with society's taboos about the human body conflicting with the individual's desire for a long, happy life. Our moral stance on the subject simply does not matter because the human body is undoubtedly a commodity, a commodity. A disturbing commodity."

Lisa sneered and continued:

"The human body as a product is not a new product assembled in a factory by workers wearing sterile suits, but obtained like second-hand cars in the scrap market. We dig out the usable parts from the rubble and sell them to Those who desire to continue their lives.

The human body is so complex and sophisticated that currently no factory or laboratory has the ability to replicate the human body. The power of creation is not something that mortals can easily get their hands on. This means that in order to meet the demand for human organs, the only way now is to find raw materials among the living and the recently deceased. "

She said, arranging the stored portable organ refrigerators neatly.

"Removed organs do face the problem of limited storage time when there is no matching recipient. The current standard method is to place the organ in a low-temperature environment to slow down cell metabolism. This method has limited storage time for different organs."

"The heart and lungs can be stored for 4 to 6 hours, the liver can be stored for 12 to 15 hours, the pancreas can be stored for 12 to 24 hours, and the kidneys can be stored for 24 to 36 hours. These times are obtained under standard low-temperature storage conditions."

"There is also a method called machine perfusion, which can use mechanical equipment to perfuse preservation fluid through the organ to keep the organ functional at low or normal temperature."

"For example, kidneys preserved by machine perfusion can be stored for up to 48 hours or longer."

Lisa glanced at the refrigerator, and a fanatical expression flashed across her face. Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by the careful customer.

"For example, relying on extraordinary power..."

She continued, while putting her palm on the kidney storage device engraved with B1. As her hand was placed on it, the palm behind her began to wriggle, as if some ominous creature was swimming under the skin.

She whispered a string of obscure words, her voice was low and strange, like a whisper from another world:

"The wound, cut from the flesh of the universe - deep, breaking the thread between the future and the past.

In the pull of the ancient pus, the gods swarmed like flies to the corpse.

We wait in the bloodless veins, holding faith in those we do not know - it is impossible to imagine that we can become greater than it.

Here, we sleep - until our souls become flesh."

Her voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and every syllable seemed to penetrate the client's reason and hit the fear deep in his heart.

The client's face became paler and paler, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable fear and confusion.

Lisa's palm gently rubbed the storage device, as if she was stroking some mysterious creature.

Her eyes became fanatical and focused, as if she was communicating with some invisible existence.

When the female forensic doctor was reciting, her voice seemed to be full of blood-red viscosity, with a disgusting wet feeling.

Every word she said seemed to come from some unknown abyss, and the overturned infinite beast seemed to open its eyes from the void, bringing endless darkness and fear.

White worms crawled on her back palm, like some strange creatures crawling under her skin.

As she chanted, a rune slowly emerged and appeared on her neck - "It is composed of three snakes, whose bodies are intertwined and intertwined, forming a complex and harmonious pattern. The head of each snake faces a different direction, and the snake eyes are sharp, and the tongues that are spit out seem to be vigilantly observing everything around. The whole pattern is surrounded by a circular border, as if protecting and restricting these winding creatures."

This is, one of the four saints of Sarkic flesh - [Mark of Saan]

He represents darkness, secrecy, deception, poison and justice.

His titles include: Whisperer, Crooked Shadow, Faceless and... Judgment of Ion.

Just as the white worms and runes appeared, the preservation liquid in the storage organ suddenly turned amber, emitting a strange light.

The air was filled with an indescribable stench, as if some ancient and decayed power was reviving.

Lisa's chanting became lower and lower, more and more vague, as if she was summoning some ancient existence.

Her eyes became more and more fanatical, as if she was communicating with some invisible power.

The client's heartbeat accelerated, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he felt as if he was in a nightmare scene and could not escape.

The voice of the female forensic doctor was like a spell, echoing in every corner of the room.

Her palm left the storage device, the runes slowly dissipated, and the worms gradually retreated, as if they had never appeared.

Her eyes regained calm, but the fanatical light still remained in her eyes.

The female forensic doctor looked at the client who was almost incontinent with fear, and did not hide her disgust.

She said coldly:

"I have used [Flesh Shaping] and [Holy White Worm] to fix the activity of the organs and slow down their decay."

After that, she threw the organs at the feet of the customer and said in a cold tone, "Go to the agent to get a dose of the organ resuscitation potion I prepared. That will be charged separately."

Dong——

The organ fell to the ground with a dull sound, and the preservation liquid swayed slightly in the container, as if a cold breath spread in the room.

Lisa's eyes were as cold as a knife, staring at the customer, as if waiting for his reaction.

The customer timidly bent down and picked up the organ device with trembling hands.

His movements seemed extremely awkward, and he almost threw the organ device on the ground.

He was full of fear, sweating coldly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his breathing was rapid, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

Despite this, he still held the organ device tightly in his hand, his arms tightly clasped, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

His eyes revealed endless panic and...pain of self-blame, but also a kind of almost stubborn determination.

The device seemed so heavy in his arms, but he seemed to have found the only sustenance and hope, although this hope was accompanied by endless darkness and sin.

Seeing this, the female forensic doctor raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm and sneer.

"Look at you, you are so pathetic and ridiculous. You are willing to do anything to survive, but you never consider the real cost of these organs.

"When trading in the human body market, we must be grateful to those who provide human body parts and the final destination of these organs. This is different from other transactions in our lives. Other transactions rarely trigger moral warnings as immediately as buying other people's body parts."

"You are always looking for "ethical sources" to comfort your heart that already knows it well."

She paused, looked at the customer coldly, and continued:

"What is considered an "ethical source"? This is a question that every potential beneficiary in the human body market must think seriously. When you buy these organs, have you really considered their source? Do you realize that behind these organs are the end of countless lives? "

The female forensic doctor's sarcastic words continued, "The road to hell is often paved with good intentions. "She looked coldly at the client holding the organ device, her eyes full of contempt.

"Whatever your purpose is," her voice was as sharp as a knife, "throw away your disgusting morality and hypocrisy, and don't make excuses for yourself. I know what I am doing, but you, you cowardly soft egg, do you know what you are doing? You make me sick to my stomach. "

The client's arm holding the organ device trembled, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

He still held the device tightly, as if it was the last straw in his life.

Lisa's eyes were as cold as frost. She slowly approached the client and whispered:

"Do you think you can justify your behavior with kindness and morality? It's so naive and ridiculous. You chose the dirtiest deal for your family to survive, but you still want to keep your heart pure. "

Her voice was full of contempt, "You make me sick, because you know how ugly your behavior is, but you still pretend to be innocent. You don't have the courage to face the truth, and you can only hide behind a mask of hypocrisy. "

Lisa's eyes were as cold as ice, and she continued: "Now, take the organs and get out, remember, pay me all the fees. I can give you these organs, and I can take them back."

Her words were like a sharp blade, and the customer's face became even paler because of these cold words.

He knew that Lisa's words were not a threat, but a fact that she could take action at any time.

Lisa took a step forward and said in a low and cold voice: "

You think you can survive this deal, but don't forget that I am in control of everything. If you dare to default on a penny, the next time you get your organs may be your own organs. "

Her tone was full of undisguised threats, and her cold eyes made the customer shudder. He nodded vigorously, and said in a trembling voice:

"I... I will pay all the fees. "

"It's better to do so. Remember, your destiny is in your own hands. Don't let me see you so weak again, otherwise you won't even have the chance to regret it. "