Chapter 555 Chapter 552 Detour and Direct Access (Part 2)

The two doctors advanced the operation on Zhuang Xuteng as quickly as possible. They drew some inferences from Zhuang Xuteng's various performances and believed that Zhuang Xuteng was the most likely person to help them or even save them in the current dangerous situation. The medical team present often deals with black marketeers, middlemen, mercenaries, and gangs. It cannot be said that they are not afraid of danger, but at least they are well-informed. The left and right hands acted aggressively as soon as they came in, as if they didn't want to leave a way for them to survive. The doctors were very aware of the gap in combat effectiveness, and they thought: As long as they could force Zhuang Xuteng to secretly make a phone call and notify the outside world to rescue them, the situation would be very different.

Just as they finished installing the implant and started suturing, the room door creaked open again, and a weak and whining patient was pushed in with a wheelchair using his right hand. That was Palovic, and he was in very bad shape.

From the outside he looks quite healthy. Although there are obvious traces of skin implant surgery in the area from the right shoulder to the left rib - after all, it was just done yesterday, and the sutures and gel effects are very fresh - the implant skin itself is in good condition, and the surrounding native The skin looks healthy too.

The problem was beneath the skin: a weird ulcer was spreading on the surface of his lungs. The way it festered was very similar to his previous skin injuries, but considering that the structure and properties of skin and lungs were very different, the similarity of the injuries itself was very odd.

"Your apprentice failed to install the skin implant for me. It is eroding my body...it hurts!" Palovic pointed at Dr. Doku with trembling fingers and a fierce look in his eyes, "Give it to me. Cure it and I'll let you live."

"Let me see what's going on." Dr. Doku put down the scalpel, gestured with his eyes to his colleagues to continue suturing, and then stepped forward. He put on his glasses and looked carefully at Palovich's grafted skin, focusing especially on the junction of the old and new skin. Afterwards, he found instruments and examined the area where Palovich expressed pain.

"Strange... so strange." Dr. Doku shook his head and said: "The implant works normally, and there was no problem during the entire installation process - your problem does not seem to be caused by the implant surgery. Can you give it to me? Tell me why you made the judgment that the pain now comes from my student Dolan?”

Palovic frowned, his eyes were bloodshot, and the pain made him sweat profusely. He pointed at his chest and said with difficulty: "Every breath and every opening makes me hurt more. Just cure it and that's it."

Doctor Doku knew for sure: his students were most likely dead, killed by the man and two women in front of him, and they would probably silence him next. Now we must find a way to save ourselves, and self-rescue starts with staying alive as much as possible. "Of course I will continue to check, but... the treatment options are not very easy."

"Tell me! How to treat it?" the right hand immediately shouted.

"The surface of the implant skin and the joints are normal. If it is really a problem, it can only happen on the inside. I need to lift the implant skin back up, and such an action will cause a lot of damage to your body. A burden. Given that you are already very weak, I cannot guarantee that such an inspection will kill you."

"Do it! If I die, they will kill you all." Palovic just wants to solve the pain now, and all other things are no longer important. "Should I lie down on the operating table?"

"Yes. I'll help you over." Dr. Doku reached out his hands enthusiastically and proactively, as if he didn't even hear Palovic's previous threat.

Although everyone's attention was focused on Palovic's side, the relatively cautious left hand still paid attention to the other bed. She stepped forward and tilted her head to watch the doctor's actions. At this time, Zhuang Xuteng's operation was entering the final stage and he was preparing to suture.

"What kind of surgery did he have?" Zuo asked.

“A five-piece virus filtering implant kit is installed, and patient records and surgical briefings are at the bedside for you to verify.”

He picked up the medical record board with his left hand and looked at it to make sure the doctor was not lying. At this time, she observed Zhuang Xuteng and found many traces of implant installation. "This man has a lot of implants installed! His ears, shoulders, arms, flanks...wait a minute, there are traces of implant installation on the soles of his feet, and it just happened not long ago - what's going on?"

"He was like this when we came here." The doctor's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even look at Zhuang Xuteng's feet. He was still focused on sewing up the wounds on his chest and abdomen. "I guessed that he might have found another medical team, or his foot would have been like that without surgery. It was none of my business, so I didn't ask."

"If he undergoes other surgeries, won't it affect your surgeries? Aren't you worried about this?"

"We did an examination and his physical condition fully meets the surgical standards. If there is any impact, attention should be paid to the anesthesia. So far, it seems that the anesthesia is very effective and has not been affected. What, it feels like you care about him very much?"

"Looks familiar..." The left hand came forward and stretched out his hand, holding Zhuang Xuteng's face and looking at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, but she couldn't remember it. Since Zhuang Xuteng's "makeover" involves using the power of the wraith to support or shrink the facial skin, which has the effect of changing the contour structure, it is harder to see through than simple superficial makeup.

"How long will you need here?" His left hand threw Zhuang Xuteng's head back on the pillow and asked the doctor. Unexpectedly, the anesthesia controller injected some anesthetic medicine into the pillow. When Zhuang Xuteng's head was pressed, part of the liquid was squeezed out and flowed onto the sheets. His left hand immediately noticed this strange phenomenon, stretched out his hand to apply the medicine, put it under his nose and smelled it. She was fitted with an olfactory-enhancing nose implant that can analyze common drugs and chemicals by smell.

"This is hemp..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Xuteng moved suddenly. After entering the eight-flash realm, Zhuang Xuteng's ability to control his body has improved even more, and he can also interfere with the enemy's actions at close range. The conditioned reflex of her left hand has begun to deal with the sudden attack of the enemy, but all her movements are mobilized and exploited by Zhuang Xuteng, which will only expose more weaknesses.

Zhuang Xuteng instantly grabbed her neck with his left hand. His gestures were quite strange: his ring finger and little finger were spread out to the left and right with his thumb, trying to clamp her neck; his middle finger and index finger were bent, and he used his knuckles to press against her neck. throat. At the same time, a bone spear was ready to be fired. Zhuang Xuteng deliberately made the energy response of the spell more intense and obvious, such as flickering and making a whooshing sound.

The same goes for his other hand, with the bone spear technique ready to go and aimed at Palovich. "Carter!" Zhuang Xuteng did not use the name Palovich, which obviously revealed too much information, so he used the part of his name "Carter Ross" that he used during the middleman period. "Carter, if you want to live, stop messing around, shut up and listen to me."

Just as the left and right hands had the idea of ​​action, Zhuang Xuteng had already seen through it and said: "If you two dare to move, I will beat your leader to death. My shadow gun can penetrate a 1.5 cm steel plate, so don't use yours." Impulse to kill your leader."

"Do I know you?" Palovic tried his best to raise his upper body, stared at Zhuang Xuteng fiercely, and asked.

"Yes, you know me, and I know you, and we have dealt with each other before." Zhuang Xuteng said: "There are many people here, and it is not a place where we recognize each other's identities. Your injury is a bit strange. Dr. Doku and I hold the same view: it It’s not like an implant issue.”

"What did you see?" Palovic and Doku asked at the same time.

"There is ulceration at the bottom of your right lung. Did you touch the body?" Zhuang Xuteng blinked his right eye, indicating that it was with this eye that he saw the problem. "Skin implants are working normally. You three should stop threatening others here. If it can be cured, I'll treat you. If it can't be cured, what's the use of threatening them? If you scare them, they will suddenly be cured? If it were that simple, there would be no need for medical school. It's open, it's called the Scare Center..."

Palovitch suddenly felt that this glib energy was very familiar. He suddenly thought of a person. Even though he looked different, had different skin color, and had a different body shape, he thought that this person was the Scarecrow Naike even before the seal was sealed on his chest.

"You two, don't move, listen to him!" Palovich looked at "Scarecrow Neck", noticed the implant surgery he had not completed, and then carefully reviewed his actions today. He was very sure that Naike was not an ambush, but just happened to meet him. This is not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing, but Naike's fighting ability is very strong, and his condition is extremely poor. With both his left and right hands combined, he may not be his opponent. "I don't have time to waste with you, just tell me the important points!"

"The doctors here are paid to work. I paid for your treatment. I asked them to treat you, but the premise is that they have to live and survive." Zhuang Xuteng snorted coldly and said, "I'm telling you, you don't have to." Choose! If you dare to say no or don’t do this, you three won’t have to live anymore. Do you believe I can do it?”

Even though there was still a hole between his chest and abdomen, and even though his whole body was covered with traces of recent implant surgery, with the ability to control his left hand instantly, his threat was not out of thin air.

"If you can cure me, then I'll do whatever you want," Palovich said.

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his head and looked at the openings in his chest and abdomen, assessed the impact of the remaining few needles on his combat effectiveness, and came to a conclusion: Although it was not comparable to his normal state, it would not be a big problem to deal with the three of them in a short time. So he loosened the grip on his left hand and pushed her out; then, he lowered the bone spear technique aimed at Palovich, and said with a smile: "If you want to continue bargaining, I will accompany you; if you want to fall out, I will accompany you. Today, I will not give in to your bad temper and bad character. What can you do?"

The left and right hands were eager to try, but Palovic held his neck and finally swallowed the breath. "Do as you say! I promise not to kill them."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, then pointed to his left and right hands and said: "You two, sit in the corner. Straighten your legs, grab each other's hands, and interlace your fingers, no lower than shoulder height. Also, your two faces should be close to each other. You can look over at me. If you move, the deal is over and we’ll start fighting, okay?”

Palovic sighed and said, "Listen to him and do this first."

"Doku, you operate on him. The problem is at the bottom of the right lung. You lift the implant and prepare for the removal surgery. The rest of you, sew my chest up and find me some painkillers. Damn it. Yes, it hurts me to death."

It's impossible not to hurt! If you want to use the Eight Flashes, you have to use your entire nervous system, which means you can no longer cut off the pain nerves. Zhuang Xuteng danced a few times just now, which almost hurt his soul. He now relies on willpower, servitors of resentful spirits, and super-calculated martial arts to control his body and avoid various twitches in his body, so that he can sit steadily.

After taking the rapid and long-acting painkillers with water, Zhuang Xuteng's chest was finally sewn up. One person sprayed disinfectant and healing gel on the wound, and the other brought drugs to prevent inflammation and pills to suppress rejection. Zhuang Xuteng finished what he had to do, slowly left the operating table, and staggered for two steps before he stood up again.

Dr. Doku wiped the sweat off Zhuang Xuteng's face. Others didn't know, but he knew very well that the guy in surgical gown had just completed the leg implant installation surgery. His Achilles tendon, arch of the foot and entire leg were completely cut open not long ago, and they were definitely not completely healed. He should continue to lie down and should not get off the ground. He was very worried that the wound would burst, which would involve the consumption of the implant's ability to regenerate and connect with the body's tissues, which would be quite tricky.

Zhuang Xuteng also understood, so he wrapped himself with the ghost tentacles, applying pressure to the inside like a bandage to limit the implant's tendency to disintegrate and split. This time, almost the entire body was operated on, but the buttocks, back and head were still basically intact. With them as the core, Zhuang Xuteng supported himself with invisible ghost tentacles and stood up.

Dr. Doku opened Palovic's lungs, and then everyone saw the ulceration that was happening. Several doctors consulted, and none of them had seen this situation, but they could rule out that it was related to the implant surgery. Since they didn't know it, there was no absolutely correct treatment plan. The relatively correct method was as Zhuang Xuteng said: cut wherever there was a problem.

The doctors were about to start the operation, but Zhuang Xuteng stopped them and told them to expand the cutting area. This ulceration showed another state in Zhuang Xuteng's eyes: it was emitting a strong shadow energy reaction, just like resentment, and there was a little active atmosphere in the middle of the death breath.

It was like the still active death breath - no matter where this thing came from, what it is doing now is important. Using the skills of the Shadow Eye and the ghost spell, Zhuang Xuteng found that the so-called ulceration was only a superficial phenomenon. The real core of this matter was a "shadow energy body" that kept sowing seeds. Based on his knowledge of shadows, he believed that this energy body could only come from shadow spells. In other words, someone created this thing with the shadow spell and cast it on Palovic. "This thing" keeps generating new cores, continues to destroy Palovic's body tissues, and eventually takes his life.

When Palovic was concerned about the ulceration of the skin, "this thing" was already under the skin. When they saw the lung problem, the lungs were actually just the first place to show problems, and "this thing" had already planted seeds in many places.

"The curse keeps spreading." Zhuang Xuteng whispered, and then gave instructions. The damaged part of the lungs must be removed, and other places that currently seem to be good must also be cut down. More skin must be prepared, and some organs must be mentally prepared to give up now and be prepared for surgery. Before "this thing" spreads to an organ that only has one part - such as the heart - they must cut and separate them all.