"Dissection? No, no, our surgery this time is mainly to collect some cells from your various organs." Sparrow said, raising his hands and asking his assistant to put on layers of gloves.
Charles subconsciously tried to activate the power in his body, but found that neither the power of the relic nor his own power responded.
Sparrow, who had already put on gloves, pointed at the back of his neck. Charles couldn't see what it was, he just felt that there was a foreign object in his body.
"We have cut off everything from you. You can't use any strength now. This feeling is very uncomfortable, but it is necessary for the quietness during the operation."
The sharp scalpel slid down Charles' skin without leaving any trace. This was because the stone given by Margaret played a role.
But this resistance did not last long.
As the scanning machine swept across Charles' body, the black stone in his palm was easily found.
The small stone with red blood was pried out, and Charles' super defensive ability weakened instantly.
Layer by layer of skin was opened, and finally Charles' entire chest cavity was exposed to the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Looking at the expression of the test subject in front of him, Spyro showed a hint of surprise. You have to know that he didn't give him anesthesia, but the other party didn't say a word.
"Your body is really special. You bleed very little." Sparrow said, gently poking Charles' crystallized heart with a scalpel.
Charles' breathing was a little rapid. He was not made of iron, but because of years of exploration, his tolerance for pain was very high.
"Are you also a clone of the foundation? Tell me your story. I remember that doctors used to like to chat with patients when performing surgery." Charles said calmly.
Sparrow obviously realized what Charles was doing immediately. "You've come to this point, and you're still trying to gather information? Don't waste your energy. The moment you refused to join, everything was doomed."
Recalling the paper he stuffed into the sea monster's body, Charles' mouth curled up slightly and smiled silently, thinking to himself: "Haha, that's not necessarily true. Anna should have known the situation here by now."
Although the Foundation is powerful, they are not invincible. During the long time he was captured by them, he was thinking all the time about how to counter them. He now has some ideas.
All I have to do now is to be patient until the moment they rescue me.
But the next second, Charles felt a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen. He opened his mouth slightly and subconsciously took a deep breath.
His trembling eyes moved slightly downward, and he saw a thumb-sized glass tube with a sharp edge being held by the doctor and inserted deeply into his organs.
As Dr. Sparrow smiled, the wrinkles on his shiny forehead instantly wrinkled together. "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 saying that, he gently pulled the glass tube held in both hands, and with a "pop" sound, the glass tube with a small cylindrical piece of flesh and blood pulled out.
"This is your liver. Here's some medical knowledge for you. As long as it is well-nourished and healthy, the liver can heal itself even if a piece of it is cut off."
"Okay, now I'm going to test you. This time it's the lungs. You think that if the liver can heal, can the lungs heal as well?" After Sparrow said that, he inserted the glass tube straight in.
Charles gritted his teeth and stared at Sparrow's face. "I don't think it can be healed."
"Congratulations, you got it right. After a lung lobe is removed, it cannot regenerate and can only rely on the other lobes to maintain breathing. However, under normal circumstances, half of the human body's respiratory function is in a state of storage, so removing a lung lobe will not have a big impact on the respiratory function."
"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 into laughter. The laughter seemed to be contagious. Everyone in the laboratory laughed and the atmosphere in the room became cheerful, except for Charles.
Next, the cheerful Sparrow kept talking and his conversation shifted from the suturing technique of Charles' gastrectomy to the taste of the food in the cafeteria today.
When he was arguing with the nurse next to him about which of the experimental subjects who died in their hands had the strongest body, he finally stopped the work in his hands and the sampling was finally completed.
The wound was still being sutured, and Charles watched helplessly as the blood-stained red thread shuttled through his organs. He felt like a rag doll.
Charles' chest was in a mess at this time, and almost none of his organs were working properly. Feeling the pain in his body that almost made him faint, he did not have much hatred towards the Foundation in his heart.
Compared to 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 thing!
Charles, whose chest was sutured, did not put down the operating table. Sparrow and the nurses left, leaving him alone here.
Soon there was movement at the door again, and a servant of the Haik tribe with an evil glow on his surface and joint counterattack crawled in from outside, followed by the second and third.
These servants of God gradually climbed all over the ceiling, staring below with their eyeless heads. With a creak, the door opened again, and a swollen "person" walked in.
It looks like an extremely obese person but without a head. Its greasy fat is firmly held together by barbed wire. From a distance, it looks like an enlarged version of a gas tank, shaking as it walks.
As the greasy fat folds on this guy's belly began to tremble, a feminine voice with a hint of charm came out from inside.
"Hello, my name is N8, you can also call me Doctor Elena. You seem to be in good spirits. Can we proceed with the next operation?"
Charles smiled silently, "Can I say no? What is this operation?"
"I heard that your brain is infected with memes. What a coincidence, I also have something in my body that humans cannot understand, and I can control it within a certain range. I need to conduct interactive experiments."
(End of this chapter)