Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

"What could you possibly be talking about...?"

I tried to open up the topic, trying to get some useful information from him.

But no matter what I say, it doesn't match his words.

From the beginning to the end, he seemed to be talking to himself, just following his own train of thought, explaining to me what he was about to do to me.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional, I will be very careful, very careful..."

Before leaving, he turned around and made a promise to me.

But his "intimate" guarantee aroused my desire to escape even more.

I almost didn't drain my blood today, and I want my muscle tissue tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, it may be my brain or my heart.

If we continue talking, I'm afraid it won't be long before I will be dismantled until there is not even a bone left.

God knows what perverted things this mad doctor will do to me.

As soon as the doctor left, all the lights in the dissecting room were turned off, and the darkness completely engulfed me.

Without the slightest light, even though my vision is far superior to that of ordinary people, I can’t see anything. What my body can feel is the cold shackles on my hands and feet, and the hard bed board behind me.

"Damn..."

I closed my eyes and sighed, listening to my echo from the closed dissecting room, I had no choice.

In the current situation, sleep is the best way to recharge your energy, and my blood loss body makes it easy for me to fall into sleep.

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

"Glad you're awake."

However, the doctor who was wearing disposable gloves not far away made me understand that all this is real, "Sorry, in order not to affect the final result, I cannot anesthetize you, so the next process may be difficult. It hurts a bit."

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

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

"What are you going to do?"

I couldn't help but asked in a cold voice.

Of course, I wasn't asking what he was going to do to me next, because I already knew that.

What I questioned was his ultimate purpose of dissecting me.

The doctor looked up at me with great interest, "Is it necessary for the dead to know this?"

After saying that, he dropped the knife on the line he had drawn on my body.

"Yes, it is definitely necessary."

I immediately nodded and said, "People are always full of fear of the unknown. If you don't explain all this to me, then I will definitely not be able to prepare myself mentally."

"Didn't you say that this would 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 got the source stone fragments, we immediately started researching them and created a lot of cyborgs. But we still can't eradicate the side effects of cyborgs using their abilities."

"What does that have to do with you dissecting me?"

I don't understand.

After the modified person uses the ability, there will be side effects, and only special drugs can be used to delay the onset.

I already knew that.

But I can't figure out how this has anything to do with dissecting me?
"Based on the research of countless experts in the organization, there is ultimately only one conclusion."

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

Ushering in a new era of human evolution?

It's certainly not that simple.

I know that the purpose of those bastards in the company is absolutely impossible to be so simple.

"And I have a different opinion."

Suddenly, the doctor's eyes showed a proud light, and that confident look looked like a complete lunatic, "I looked through all the materials of people with special abilities, and yours gave me hope."

"Most of the side effects suffered by the reformed people are pain, from physical torture, which will tear them apart from the inside out."

"But if I can crack your powerful self-healing ability and copy it, maybe I can develop a drug that can permanently treat side effects!"

Speaking of this, the doctor's tone became more impassioned, "At that time, I will be the most dazzling great man on the milestone of human evolution!"

Sure enough, a scientific madman!

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. If he really said so, this scientist would dissect me to the ground.

I must escape from here as soon as possible!
"Time to work."

After saying that, the doctor picked up the scalpel again, "I need your body tissue!"

The sharpness of the scalpel was far beyond my imagination. When I first only cut the wound on my body, I didn't even feel the slightest pain.

I just feel the wound is a little numb and itchy.

But when he picked out a few shreds of meat, I felt unspeakable pain.

This feeling of tearing from the inside out is probably not much better than the onset of side effects, right?
I gasped, ready to be shaved to a skeleton.

But I thought too much, the scientific lunatic in front of me made a finger-long wound on my body, and after tearing out a few pieces of muscle tissue, he sewed up the wound.

"The operation is over."

The doctor tore off the glove, threw it in the trash can, and left the anatomy room with the vessel containing my muscle tissue.

The shadowless lamp above the head was still on.

I know he will come back.

Sure enough, as I expected, within half an hour, the doctor came back again.

This time he was also carrying a thick needle tube, and the dim yellow liquid in it was [-] milliliters by visual inspection.

"sulfuric acid?"

I tried my best to guess what he might do to me, and tried very hard to imagine the worst.

I have no doubt that there is likely to be an extremely corrosive liquid in it.

He wanted to inject this fluid into me and make me melt from the inside out.

This is already the scariest experiment I can think of.

"Do not."

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

As soon as the words fell, the needle was inserted along the aorta of my thigh.

The moment the liquid entered my body, my lungs seemed to be on fire, and the oxygen I inhaled couldn't supply my body's consumption at all.

But it only lasted a short time, and the burning sensation began to wear off.

My bewildered mind was finally able to refocus.

Wait, he seemed to say... the antidote?
What is the antidote?Could it be that I was poisoned?