"What are you probably saying...?"

I tried to open up the topic and strive to get some information that was useful to me from him.

But no matter what I say, I can't handle his words.

From beginning to end, he seemed to be talking to himself, just following his own thoughts and explaining to me what he was about to do to me.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional, I'll be very careful, very careful..." Before leaving, he turned around and made a promise to me.

But his "concerned" guarantee further aroused my desire to escape.

I almost drained my blood today, and I want my muscle tissue tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, maybe what I want is my brain or my heart.

If I continue to talk, I am afraid that it won’t take long to get rid of my bones.

God knows how perverted this crazy doctor would do to me.

As soon as the doctor left, all the lights in the anatomy room went out, and the darkness completely swallowed me.

Without the slightest light, even if my vision is far beyond ordinary people, I cannot see anything. The only thing my body can feel is the cold shackles on my hands and feet, and the hard bed behind me.

"It's so fatal..." I closed my eyes and sighed, listening to my echo coming from the closed anatomy room, and had no choice.

In my current situation, sleeping is the best way to nourish my energy, and my excessive blood loss makes me easily fall asleep.

Even when I woke up and saw the shadowless light on above my head, I felt like I was in a dream.

"I'm glad you've woken up."

However, the doctor who has already worn disposable gloves not far away made me understand that this is true, "I'm sorry, in order not to affect the final result, I can't anesthetize you, so the next process may be a little painful."

The doctor walked over slowly, took out the scalpel from the tray and raised it.

The silver-white scalpel is extremely dazzling under the light, as if telling me its sharpness.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

I couldn't help but ask coldly.

Of course, I'm not asking him what he's going to do to me next, because I already know that.

What I questioned was his ultimate purpose of dissecting me.

The doctor looked up at me with great interest, "Does the dead need to know this?"

After saying that, he put the knife on the lines that had been drawn on me at some point.

"Yes, it must be necessary."

I immediately nodded and said, "People are always full of fear of unknown things. If you don't explain it to me, I will definitely not be mentally prepared."

"Didn't you say that this will affect the final result?"

Hearing this, the doctor's hand holding the knife stopped.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long time, he slowly put the knife back into the tray.

"After we obtained the fragments of the Source Stone, we immediately conducted research on them and created many transformed people.

But we can never eradicate the side effects of transforming people's ability to use."

"What does this have to do with your dissection of me?"

I don't understand.

After modifying people's ability to use, side effects will occur, and special drugs can only be used to delay the attack.

I've known this a long time ago.

But I can't figure out what is the connection between this and my anatomy?

"Based on the research of countless experts in the organization, only one conclusion was finally drawn."

At this time, the doctor raised his head and looked at me again, "Only the primitive spring can completely eradicate the side effects, and only by obtaining the primitive spring can we usher in a new era of human evolution."

Urgeing a new era of human evolution?

It's certainly not that simple.

I know very well that the purpose of those bastards in the company cannot be so simple.

"And I have a different view."

Suddenly, the doctor's eyes showed a ray of pride, and the confident look was like a complete madman. "I have looked through all the information of those with special abilities, and your information has given me hope."

"Most of the side effects that transform people suffer are pain, which comes from physical torture, which will tear them apart from the inside out."

"But if I could crack your powerful self-healing ability and copy it, maybe I could develop a permanent treatment for side effects!"

Speaking of this, the doctor's tone was even more passionate, "At that time, I will be the most eye-catching great man on the milestone of human evolution!"

It turns out that he is a scientific madman! I took a deep breath and tried my best to calm myself down. If I really asked him to say this, this scientific molecule would definitely dissect me to the point of being absent.

I must escape from here as soon as possible! “It’s time to work.”

After all this, the doctor picked up the scalpel again, "I need your body tissue!"

The sharpness of the scalpel is far beyond my imagination. At the beginning, when I cut the wound on me, I couldn't even feel the pain.

I just felt a little numb and itchy.

But when he picked out a few shredded pieces of flesh from it, I felt the indescribable pain.

This kind of tearing feeling from the inside out is probably not much better than side effects, right?

I took a breath of air conditioning and prepared to be shaved into a skeleton.

But I was thinking too much. The scientific madman in front of me opened a finger-long wound on me, and after tearing out a few muscle tissue, he sewed my wound together.

"The operation is over."

The doctor pulled off his gloves, threw them in the trash can, and then left the anatomy room with the vessel that contained my muscle tissue.

The shadowless light above the head is still on.

I know he will be back.

As expected, the doctor came back again in less than half an hour.

This time he also brought a thick needle tube, and the dim liquid inside was visually measured to be 200 milliliters.

"sulfuric acid?"

I tried my best to guess what he might do to me and tried very hard to think about it at the worst.

I have no doubt that it is likely to be a very corrosive liquid.

He wanted to inject this liquid into my body and let me start to melt from the inside out.

This is the most terrifying experiment I can think of.

"No."

He frowned and looked at me, as if looking for a suitable place to pronounce the needle, "This is the antidote."

As soon as he finished speaking, the needle penetrated the major artery in my thigh.

The moment the liquid entered my body, my lungs seemed to be burning, and the oxygen inhaled could not supply my body's consumption at all.

But this lasted for a short time, and the burning sensation began to disappear.

My mind was stunned and I was finally able to concentrate again.

Wait, he seemed to say...the antidote?

What is the antidote?

Could it be that I was poisoned?
Chapter completed!