novelzi Chapter 209 The Use of Garbage
Chapter 209 The Use of Garbage
"No, not me!"
"They're framing me, slandering me, I'll sue them for defamation!"
The man looked at Zhao Sen with an expression of terror, trembling uncontrollably every time his gaze fell upon the knife in Zhao Sen's hand, his fear reinforced his belief that these doctors truly were up to no good.
What kind of good doctor is a murderer?
Knives are meant to save lives!
It was at this moment that a ruthless voice suddenly erupted from the crowd, "Goddamn cowards! It's just one guy, what's there to be afraid of!"
No sooner had the words fallen than a short, stocky man with a fierce face charged out.
Brandishing a broken chair leg, his body as broad and strong as a door, he surged with formidable momentum towards Zhao Sen in front of the office door, but at the very instant their bodies could have touched, he suddenly slumped to the ground.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
The two men lay nestled together as if they were lovers in passionate embrace.
Yet, the man's face was filled with disbelief, shaking, he lowered his gaze to his chest, where a surgical knife over ten centimeters long had been precisely thrust into his heart, piercing it completely.
Zhao Sen's expression was calm, his eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance.
It eventually turned into indifference.
"The human body is very fragile."
"Especially in the eyes of a skilled doctor."
The man could no longer hear what was being said, as life rapidly drained from his body along with the blood inside him, and with a gentle push from the other person, he fell flat on his back to the ground.
Behind him stood several equally vicious-looking companions who were now completely shocked.
Clang, a fruit knife fell to the ground.
Then came the series of dull thumps as knees hit the floor, thud, thud, and soon the entire corridor was filled with survivors, kneeling like livestock.
The two doctors who had luckily survived also quickly took the opportunity to gather around Zhao Sen.
Several nurses who had been cruelly molested and humiliated were also rescued.
The murderer was spontaneously tied to a bed by the crowd.
Zhao Sen stood calmly, his mind recalling the naked nurse's corpse as he watched the man bound hand and foot before him.
Humans can sometimes be so vile as to be nauseating.
There was a segment in "Journey to the West" where Sun Wukong, disguised as Tang Seng, to tease a monster and a king who wanted to eat human hearts, spat out one bloody heart after another.
If it had been when he was a child, he would have been curious to know if these people's hearts were truly black.
But now, after studying medicine for so many years and dissecting over a hundred bodies, he had never seen a black heart or liver, the beating heart inside the chest of both good and bad people is always as red as blood.
She even felt that such punishment was far from enough.
Those men deserved to die.
At this moment, hearing several doctors speak for the man who caused the trouble on the bed, the young nurse didn't hesitate to stand by Zhao Sen's side: "Dead? People like them are just wasting resources by being alive, they might as well die and contribute to medical research!"
The two doctors were rendered speechless.
At the same time, Zhao Sen had already injected all of the syringe containing the dark blood into the man's body, and the area around the wound visibly began to swell and redden.
Subsequently, the skin on top rapidly turned black and died, and the veins wriggled like worms.
"Uuuu..."
The man's wide eyes seemed to bear an extremely intense pain, as veins bulged on his forehead.
"Gurgle gurgle..."
At the same time, a low moan came from his throat.
It was as if he was choked by a thick phlegm that couldn't come out.
But the doctors could see very clearly that it wasn't any phlegm stuck in his throat; instead, blood was rolling up from his stomach, filling his mouth until the rag stuffed inside was completely soaked in red.
At the same time, the various indices on the nearby instrument panel started to go wild until they suddenly turned into a long, unending beep.
Everyone's heartbeat stopped for a moment with the sound of this alert.
They all knew what it meant.
The heartbeat had stopped.
But the man in front of them was still alive.
They finally understood why those cannibalistic lunatics' eyes were red—because the eyeballs had long been saturated with the blood that filled their sockets.
Low, beast-like growls were swelling in the man's throat.
The heaving chest seemed as though it was still breathing.
That's when Zhao Sen made another move.
He methodically put on gloves and a protective mask, then signaled the nurse to hand him a tray, which had long been filled with various surgical tools and forceps.
As the doctors watched in shock, Zhao Sen quickly made an incision in the man's chest.
A pair of hands wrapped in plastic film inserted directly into it.
The sound of sticky fluids being stirred resonated.
He was searching for something.
And while Zhao Sen's hand was inside the man's chest, the man who should have been unconscious from the severe pain didn't react at all; he just kept lifting his head, attempting to take a bite from the arm of the man who was so close within reach.