Inside the operating room, the lights were bright, and in the middle was an alloy iron bed, covered by a white cloth, with only one corner exposed.
Surrounding the iron bed were medical counters and shelves, on which were placed various trays, various medicines, and surgical tools such as scissors, awls, and medical knives.
The light from the ceiling shone on the surface of the metal instrument, revealing an icy cold color that made people inexplicably panic.
Simeone took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
The door of the operating room opened, and a group of seven or eight people walked in quickly. The youngest was already middle-aged, and the oldest had pale hair and wrinkled faces. They wore uniform doctor uniforms and rubber gloves, and inexplicably had a professional and sophisticated aura. These doctors were all well-known orthopedic surgeons in various places, and had considerable knowledge of human bone and blood vessels.
In this operation, Kaxiu will be assisted in the correction.
With a click, the door of the operating room was pushed open again.
Kaxiu walked in wearing a windbreaker, looking exhausted.
It seemed like he had just finished something important outside.
"Get ready, let's get started." He locked the door with his backhand and signaled the person standing in the middle to lift the white cloth. With a rustle, the iron bed was revealed under the light.
It was thick, hard, and had metal edges, and looked like a large shield. There were also hand-grip-like devices at the four corners that could cuff a person's limbs.
There are some dents and lines on the surface of the bed, which look like blood grooves used for bleeding, which can directly guide the blood away.
"This... this is not right... Why doesn't it look like a medical bed used for surgery? It looks more like a torture device!" Simone's body stiffened for a moment, and he glanced at Kaxiu tentatively.
"You guessed right, it is indeed a modified torture device."
Kaxiu nodded honestly, with no intention of hiding anything.
"You admit it already? That's too straightforward!"
"I'm not on a pirate ship..."
"They're going to do human research on me!"
A terrible scene suddenly occurred to Simeone's mind.
"Don't get me wrong, we are not interested in your body. It's just that you may be in pain during the operation and struggle desperately. We have discussed that we can only inject you with an appropriate amount of anesthetic. If the operation is over within the effect of the anesthetic, you will not feel any pain. If the anesthetic effect wears off and the operation is still in progress, you may have to endure unimaginable pain."
Kaxiu saw through Simone's idea at a glance: "I got this bed made from torture instruments specially. I also added a layer of tough alloy on the surface to ensure that you can't break free once you are handcuffed and restrained. Even if you struggle hard, it won't cause damage."
"Don't think too much, just lie down."
Simone swallowed his saliva and leaned forward under the pressure of Kaxiu's deep gaze. His chest was in contact with the cold torture instrument, and he felt an inexplicable panic and uneasiness.
"Why don't I just forget it and wait until the exchange meeting is over..."
As soon as the thought of retreating came into his mind, four consecutive clicks completely shattered it, and his hands and feet were cuffed.
Simone raised his head in a panic, only to see a bald middle-aged doctor walking over. He was holding a large syringe as thick as his wrist, with a blank expression and his glasses reflecting the light.
"Mr. Simone, be quiet, I'll give you an injection..."
"I… "
On September 29th, at six in the morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
Single-family villa, third floor, sunny room. The window was already open, and the breeze blew through the white curtains, swaying slightly.
On the white hospital bed, a young man was sleeping soundly. He seemed to have had a nightmare, his face was distorted, his eyelids were twitching wildly, and his body was twitching from time to time as if he had been electrocuted, just like a severe epileptic patient.
"… "
A low sob was heard, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the young man's eyes. His lips opened and closed, as if he was calling for his uncle instinctively.
"ah!!!"
He screamed and woke up suddenly. He stood up blankly, looking at the dreadful ward with empty eyes.
After a while, Tong Kong regained his focus and Simone finally came to his senses. He immediately saw Kaxiu standing at the door of the ward.
"Master!" Simone shouted subconsciously, as if in response to stress, with a tremor at the end of his voice. He shook his head, frowned, and was a little puzzled. Although the master of the Golem Sect was very powerful, he was not so powerful that he felt fear in every cell of his body. His hair stood up inch by inch.
"You're awake, Simone, and it's already the next day..."
Kaxiu, who was standing at the door, smiled and walked over slowly.
"The next day?" Simone glanced at the dim light outside the window and immediately reacted. He subconsciously put his hands behind his back and pressed hard on the spine. There was no needle-like pain, nor was there any deformed bend. There was only a straight dragon!
"My bones, my spine, are healed!"
Simone showed a pleasant smile on his face. He turned to look at Kaxiu and said, "Thank you, Master! It is just as you said. After the anesthesia, everything will be fine when I wake up!"
“I didn’t even feel any pain the whole time!”
Simone couldn't wait to stand up and walked back and forth in the ward in front of Kaxiu, stretching his body with boxing.
To test the integrity of the new spine.
Kaxiu stood there in silence for a while, looking at the jubilant Simone: "Is it because that memory is too painful, the personality can't bear it, and the brain automatically blocks it out?"
Last night, the scene was like slaughtering a pig! If you want to attack a person's spine, you really have to skin him alive! Blood was dripping, meat was rolling, and bones were pulled out one by one.
Kaxiu kept cutting and fiddling with Simone's body, and then constantly repairing it with life vibration energy. This cycle repeated, and under the advice of the expert group, modifications were made, and everything went smoothly.
It just took a little longer and Simeone woke up in the middle.
He first screamed, then fainted. A minute or two later he woke up, screamed, and fainted again. It was quite rhythmic.
The high-pitched screams of pain almost penetrated the concrete and soil on the top of the basement and rushed to the sky. It was like an air raid siren, comparable to the gliding of a fighter jet. Simone struggled frantically, and the torture instruments came in handy. Even if his limbs were completely broken and his five fingers were stuck in the iron sheet, he could not break free.
Fortunately, Kaxiu and the expert team grasped the clue.
Finally, it succeeded and helped Simeone escape from his suffering.
When Simeone woke up this morning, he had no memory of that period. It was probably the brain's automatic protection function to prevent himself from collapsing.
Kaxiu opened his mouth and met Simone's happy and grateful eyes, but in the end he was reluctant to tell the cruel truth.
"Well, it's a white lie. Who can blame me for being so soft-hearted?" He shook his head and walked into the corridor.
A doctor walked quickly around the corner of the stairs.
"Sir, what do we do with the things in the basement?"
"Basement?" Kaxiu thought of a space like a slaughterhouse, with blood, broken bones and dirt spurting everywhere.
The blood alone filled three large buckets, and dozens of Simone-brand spines were pulled out. Even the specially made iron bed for torture was damaged and deformed, with traces of numerous collisions and struggles. It looked exactly like something used to scare people in a haunted house.
"Let's clean it thoroughly and throw away everything that needs to be thrown away. Oh, and keep the operating table. It can be used again after some repairs."
Kaxiu touched his chin and pondered.
"Sir, are there any new patients to treat?"
The doctor asked curiously.
"No, I mean it can be used as a torture device."
Kaxiu waved his hand, signaling the doctor to go down. At the end, he added: "By the way, wait until Simone leaves before dealing with those things. Don't let him see them and be reminded of the past, which will have a bad influence..."
So considerate and so gentle.
If Simeone knew the whole story, he would probably cry to death.
September 29th, 8 a.m., Jinye Hall.
Simone, who disappeared for a night, reappeared.
"You look very good today, and you are in a good mood..."
On the way to the Black Boy Building, under a lush green berm at the corner of the street, Faith looked at Simone and said.
"I think so too. It's getting better. Everything is getting better..." Simone muttered to himself, with a rare smile on his face. He raised his head and looked at the clear blue sky. The leaves rustled in the breeze.
Fez patted Simone's shoulder. He could feel that the hidden depression and decadence had disappeared.
"Uncle Feis, I will go all out in the next match. Let everyone in the entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts world know that there is only one star in the younger generation, not three stars..."
Simeone stopped smiling and said seriously, "He is the strongest among the younger generation. No one is qualified to compete with him. As long as his body is intact, he will win the individual competition."
And the fact is just as Simeone thought.
First day of individual competition.
In the random draw elimination system, Simone's luck was not very good, and he drew two of the top core players of the East Nine Gates in succession. Then he punched one of them five times and knocked him down violently.
The whole process was smooth and easy.
As for the other core players who encountered Simeone, the strong ones could withstand three moves, while the weak ones couldn't even withstand one move. Some even surrendered the moment the referee announced the start.
Second day of individual competition.
Simone really wanted to draw Moon Fist Shaq or Soul Sword Cid to teach them a lesson and let them recognize the naked gap in strength in reality! What the hell are the three stars in the East? Are they worthy of being on the same level as me? They have always been one star!
But unfortunately, he was eager to try but didn't meet his prey in advance. So, he could only use some small birds and rabbits to satisfy his hunger. The biggest one among them was the first core of Red Wrist Fist, one of the East Nine Sects. He had been unknown before, but he became a dark horse in this exchange meeting. He had defeated the first core of Mingshuidao, also one of the East Nine Sects, in the individual competition on the first day. He was quite strong and obviously wanted to win a good ranking.
Unfortunately, he met the high-spirited Simeone.
Three moves! Just three moves! He was knocked out.
Why can other top players last five moves, but he can only last three moves? Because Simeone was serious, so he was gone.
It was the third day of the individual competition, October 1st.
The final eight people will compete for the championship here.
In order to extend the time, the last few games will not be played at the same time, but one by one, attracting everyone's attention.
At 8:30 in the morning, the first game was full of excitement.
Eastern binary collision.
Thunderdog Simone vs. Moonfist Shaq!
On the No. 1 ring, the referee stood at the edge, and two figures stood opposite each other. One was wearing a tight fighting suit and a red bandana tied around his forehead. His arms were bare, and his muscles were knotty and powerful.
The other one was dressed in white, handsome, and looked relaxed and casual, with his eyes slightly narrowed and a smile on his lips.
"Hey, have you noticed? Senior Brother has changed a lot in the past two days. He likes to laugh now. It feels like the whole person... is..."
"Relaxed and unhurried," someone added.
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean."
There were disciples of the Cloud Dog Fist stationed below the stage discussing something, and people from other schools were whispering and talking around them.
"Second against first, what do you say?"
"How many moves can determine the winner?"
"It's hard to say. Judging from past records, both sides have had their share of victories and defeats. If two people of similar strength don't fight for hundreds of moves, it's hard to tell who's better. I estimate it's probably around a hundred moves."
"Almost. I think so too."
"Similarly, the three stars in the East all have their own strengths..."
The two men on the ring listened to the discussion below, their expressions rarely changed. Shaq stared at Simeone across from him, his fighting spirit gushing out, veins popping out on his strong arms.
"Simeone, I have been waiting for this day for a long time! You have made progress, and I have made progress too. I will definitely beat you today!"
"Hehe..." Simeone chuckled twice, like an adult looking at a child. "I originally wanted you and Sid to fight together, but the rules don't allow it. Let me set a number for myself. Ten moves, no no no, seven moves, that should be about right. I can beat you within seven moves, well, probably no problem." He talked to himself, not taking Shaq seriously at all. Shaq's eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he was furious.
"Players, get ready, the game begins!"
Snap! The heel hit the ground.
Suddenly, Shaq rushed out, his feet hitting the ground like a slingshot. The power of the three blood accelerations filled his body, and he seemed to hear his heart beating like an engine. His eyes locked on Simeone who was standing there, and Shaq spread his arms and rushed forward.
Peng!
The fist as big as a sandbag drew a whistling arc, but was intercepted by another fist in mid-air. Shak Tong's fist contracted, and the whole person retreated violently and spun, activating the secret technique of the sun, moon and stars, and threw a punch!
This blow was so powerful and heavy that it was like a pendulum swinging down. Ouch! The roar of a ferocious beast exploded in my ears.
Simeone's right arm disappeared in an instant, and his five fingers condensed into claws, or more like the fangs of a vicious dog with its mouth wide open. He was obviously a step slower in attacking, but he was faster in biting Shaq! With a hissing sound, the fighting suit on his chest was torn apart, and four parallel bloodstains spread from the left chest to the right waist, blood was dripping!
“So fast!!!”
Shaq was shocked, but his body roared. He slammed into Simeone, knowing that the other party was not strong.
whoosh!
The fist whistled like a whip and hit Shaq on the shoulder. The huge force made him stumble back several times, staggering and barely stabilizing. Shaq was shocked again. Simeone's strength was even stronger than his!
Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Simeone has hidden his strength, a lot of it! At least 30% or even 40%!
"I… "
Shaq had no time to think, as a figure suddenly rushed towards him from the corner of his eye! The terrifying momentum and oppressive feeling made him suddenly feel that he was facing a fighter!
Boom boom boom!
After several more collisions, the fight on the ring was over.
Simeone glanced at Shaq lying on the ring and flexed his wrist: "Exactly seven moves, my prediction was very accurate..."
It turns out that there is also a gap between the three stars in the East!