Chapter 741 Surgery

"Anatomy?? No, our operation this time is mainly to collect some of the cells of your various organs." After Spyro finished speaking, he raised his hands and asked his assistant to put on 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 already put on his gloves, pointed to the back of his neck. Charles couldn't see what it was, he only felt a foreign object in his body.

"We've cut everything off of you. You can't use any strength now. It's uncomfortable, but it's necessary for the quietness of the operation."

The sharp scalpel slid down Charles' skin without leaving any traces. This is because the stone presented by Margaret played a role.

But the resistance didn't last long.

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

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

Layers of skin were opened, and eventually Charles' entire chest was exposed to the air that smelled of disinfectant.

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 anesthesia, but the other party didn't say a word.

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

Charles' breathing was a little short. He was not made of iron, but because of his years of exploration, he had a high tolerance for pain.

"Are you also a clone of the Foundation? Tell me about your story. I remember that when doctors used to operate, they liked to chat with patients." Charles said calmly.

Spyro obviously immediately realized what Charles was doing, "You have reached this point, and you still want to collect information?? Don't waste your efforts, at the moment you refuse to join, everything is doomed."

Thinking back on the paper he stuffed into the sea monster's body, Charles raised the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled silently, and said in his heart, "Hehe, that's not necessarily true. Anna should already know what's going on here."

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

What I do now is to endure until the moment when they rescue me.

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

His trembling gaze moved down slightly, and he saw a thumb-sized glass tube with sharp edges being grasped by the doctor and inserted deeply into his own organ.

With Dr. Sparrow's smile, the forehead lines on the shiny forehead wrinkled together instantly. "How is it? Does it hurt now? Do you know? In fact, the pain sensation of organs is different from the pain sensation of skin."

After finishing speaking, he lightly grasped the glass tube with both hands, and with a bang, the glass tube was pulled out with a small cylindrical piece of flesh.

"This is your liver. Let me tell you a little medical knowledge. As long as it is nutritious and healthy, even if a piece of it is cut off, the liver can heal itself."

Carefully placing the glass tube in his hand on the nurse's metal tray, he took out a new glass tube.

"Okay, I'm here to test you now. This time it's the lungs. You think the liver can heal, so can the lungs heal?" Spyro finished speaking and inserted the glass tube straight into it.

Charles gritted his teeth hard, staring at Spyro's face, "I don't think it can heal."

"Congratulations, you got it right. After a lung lobectomy, it cannot regenerate and can only rely on the other lung lobes to maintain breathing. However, half of the human body's respiratory function is stored in a normal state, so removing a lung lobe will not cause too much damage to the respiratory function. Influence."

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

Hearing Sparrow's words, a nurse next to him burst out laughing. The laughter seemed to be contagious. Everyone in the laboratory laughed, and the atmosphere in the room became joyful, except for Charles.

Next, the cheerful Spyro never stopped talking, and the topic shifted from the suturing technique of Charles' gastrectomy to the taste of the food in today's cafeteria.

When he was arguing with the nurse next to him which of the experimental subjects who died in their hands was the strongest, the work in his hands finally stopped, and the sampling finally ended.

The stitching of the wound was still going on, and Charles watched helplessly as the blood-stained red thread kept shuttling through his organs. He felt like a rag doll right now.

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

Compared with the pain, he is now constantly thinking about 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, and Spyro left with the nurses, leaving him here alone.

Soon there was movement again at the door, and a servant of the Hek clan god with a strange light on its surface crawled in from the outside, followed by the second and third.

These god servants gradually climbed up 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 extremely obese person but has no head. The greasy fat all over the body is firmly secured by the barbed wire with spikes. From a distance, it looks like an enlarged version of the gas tank shaking and walking.

As the greasy fat folds on this guy's belly began to shake, a feminine voice came out from inside with a hint of charm.

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

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

"I heard that you have a memetic infection in your brain. Coincidentally, I also have something that humans cannot understand in my body, and I can control it to a certain extent. I need to conduct interactive experiments."