Mysteries of the Earthsea

"Anatomy? No, our operation this time is mainly to collect the cells of a part of your various organs." Spyro finished, raising his hands and letting his assistant wear layers of gloves.

　　 Charles subconsciously wanted to drive the power in his body, but found that neither the power of the relic nor his own power responded.

　　 Spyro, who had put on his gloves, pointed his finger at the back of his neck. Charles couldn't see what it was, he just felt that there was a foreign body in his body.

　　 "We have cut off everything about you. You can't use any power now. It feels very uncomfortable, but it is necessary for peace during the operation."

　　 The sharp scalpel slid down Charles’ skin, but no trace was left. This was the stone presented by Margaret that played a role.

　　 But this resistance did not last long.

　　 As the scanning machine scanned Charles's body, the black stone in the palm of his hand was easily found.

　　 The small stone with red blood was pried out, and Charles's super defensive ability instantly weakened.

　　 Layers of skin were opened, and eventually Charles' entire chest cavity was exposed to the air filled with the smell of disinfectant water.

　　 Looking at the expression of the test subject in front of him, Spyro showed a hint of surprise on his face, knowing that he didn't give him an anesthetic, but the other party didn't say a word.

　　 "Your body is really special, and the amount of bleeding is very small." Spyro said, poking Charles's crystallized heart with a scalpel lightly.

　　 Charles’ breathing is a bit short, he is not iron-struck, but because of years of expeditions, he has a high tolerance for pain.

　　 "Are you also a clone of the Foundation? Tell me about your story. I remember that doctors usually like to chat with patients during operations." Charles said calmly.

　　 Spyro clearly realized what Charles was doing right away, "You have reached the point where you still want to collect information? Don't waste your effort, at the moment you refuse to join, everything is doomed."

　　 Thinking of the paper he had inserted into the sea monster's body, Charles raised his mouth slightly, smiled silently, and secretly said in his heart: "Hehe, that's not necessarily the case. Now Anna should already know the situation here."

　　 Although the Foundation is powerful, they are not invincible. For such a long time since being arrested by them, he has been thinking all the time, thinking about how to counter them, and now he has some clues.

　　 What I do now is to endure, until the moment they rescue themselves.

　　 But in the next second, Charles felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He opened his mouth slightly and subconsciously took a deep breath.

　　 He moved his trembling eyes slightly down, and saw a thumb-sized glass tube with a sharp edge being held by the doctor and inserted deeply into his organ.

　　 As Doctor Spyro smiled, the lines on his bright forehead wrinkled together instantly. "How? It hurts right now? Do you know? Actually, the pain in the organs is not the same as the pain in the skin."

　　 After finishing speaking, the glass tube he was holding with both hands lightly flicked, and with a wave of sound, the glass tube was pulled out with a small cylindrical flesh.

　　 "This is your liver. Tell your little medical knowledge. As long as it is nutritious and healthy, even if it is cut off, the liver can heal itself."

　　 put the glass tube in the nurse's metal tray carefully, and took out a new glass tube.

　　 "Okay, I will test you now. This time it is the lung. Do you think the liver can heal, so can the lung heal?" Spyro finished speaking and inserted the glass tube straight in.

　　 Charles bit his teeth fiercely, staring at Spyro’s face, "I don’t think it can be healed."

"Congratulations, you got the right answer. After lobectomy, it cannot regenerate. You can only rely on a few other lung lobes to maintain breathing. However, under normal circumstances, half of the respiratory function of the human body is in a stored state, so the removal of a lung lobe will not cause too much respiratory function influences."

　　 "How about it, is it better to be my experimental subject than to be other doctors? I can learn a lot of useful little knowledge."

　　 Hearing Spyro's words, a nurse next to him chuckled. The laughter seemed contagious. Everyone in the laboratory laughed, and the atmosphere in the room was cheerful, except Charles.

　　 Next, the cheerful Spyro kept his hands and mouths on his hands, and the topic shifted from the suture technique of Charles' gastrectomy to the taste of food in the cafeteria today.

　　 When he was arguing with the nurse next to which body was the strongest, the work in his hands finally stopped, and the sampling was finally over.

　　 The stitching of the wound continued, and Charles watched the blood-stained red thread continuously shuttle through his organs. He felt that he was a rag doll now.

　　 At this time, Charles’s chest was in a mess, and basically none of his organs was good. Feeling the pain of almost fainting in his body, he didn't have much hatred for the Foundation in his heart.

　　 Compared to pain, he is now constantly considering how to defeat these guys, otherwise his situation will fall on his wife and daughter! This is the most important!

　　 Charles, whose chest was stitched up, did not put down the operating table. Spyro left with the nurses, leaving him here alone.

　　 Soon there was another movement at the door. A Heike **** servant with an evil light on its surface and a counter-joint crawled in from the outside, followed by the second and the third.

　　 These **** servants gradually climbed the entire ceiling, staring down with their eyeless heads, and with a creak, the door opened again, and a swollen "person" walked in.

　　 It looks like an abnormally fat person but has no head. The greasy fat all over his body is firmly held by the spiked barbed wire. From a distance, it looks like an enlarged version of a gas tank shaking and walking.

　　 As the greasy fat folds of this guy's stomach began to tremble, a feminine voice with a hint of flattery came out from inside.

　　 "Hello, my name is N8, you can also call Dr. Elena, you seem to be in good spirits, can we have the next operation?"

　　 Charles smiled silently, "Can I say no? What is the operation this time?"

　　 "I heard that there is a memetic infection in your brain. It is a coincidence that there is also something in my body that humans cannot understand, and I can control it within a certain range. I need to conduct interactive experiments."