In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1201: The Cry of the Lamb (13)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
In the dimly lit corridor, there is only the sign at the door of the operating room, emitting a faint icy light. In the special operating room in this special hospital, a piece of frosted glass is inlaid in the center of the door.
When the light in the house shines on the floor of the corridor through the frosted glass, it is like leaving a puddle of water on the ground, and looking inward along the glass, you can only see some hazy hazy image.
Through the glass, you can see the upper body of a naked man. He looks like he is lying on the operating table with one arm hanging down. When the bright light shines on his smooth and firm back muscles , the atmosphere is very similar to the famous oil painting "The Death of Marat".
Blood dripped down his arm, forming a pool of puddles on the ground. His pale face was reflected on the smooth tiled floor. Sweat slid from the outside of his sunken eyes under the arch of his eyebrows, running all the way. to the thin and bony jaw, and then dripped to the ground.
The instrument made a slight buzzing sound, and in the twilight and hazy halo, the doctor holding a scalpel covered in blood gently took off his mask, put the knife in his hand on the tray next to him, and turned around Glancing at the instrument, he said:
"His physical signs have reached the limit, and the operation cannot continue."
"Dr. Fitzgibbon, I hope you understand that he is not an ordinary person and will not die in this operation, and you must complete Ms. Waller's explanation. This is your job." Standing aside, A female nurse whose figure was obviously different from other nurses spoke.
The doctor named Dr. Fitzgibbon turned to look at her and said seriously: "Although I am called a death doctor, I am not a doctor who is good at making patients die.
"My operation has a very high success rate, so you'd better pay attention to my opinion, the operation has been carried out to this point, and the effect you want can be achieved, so what's the point of continuing?"
The overly strong nurse standing beside him glanced down at the man lying on the operating table.
On his naked upper body, an extremely long and deep wound was opened from the back of his head to the tailbone, and almost the entire spine was exposed.
At this time, the surface of the exposed bone had abnormal reflections. Dr. Fitzgibbon glanced at the nurse's face, as if thinking of something, clicked his lips slightly, and muttered in a low voice, He tried hard to put away his dissatisfied expression.
He picked up another syringe from the metal tray next to him, grabbed the edge of his glove with the other hand, shook his head helplessly and said:
"Well, I know that Ms. Waller has some personal vendettas with this Professor Schiller. She hopes that the result of the operation will be as she wishes, but it's better not to go so smoothly. If that's the case, then double it dosage.”
After speaking, he directly held the syringe like a knife, and plunged the sharp needle into the gap between Schiller's exposed spine.
In an instant, Schiller trembled violently like an electric shock, the silver metal light spread along the surface of the bone, and as Schiller twitched uncontrollably, more blood burst out.
The rather strong nurse standing by the door stepped forward, pinned Schiller's neck with her gloved hand, and pressed him firmly on the operating table, preventing him from struggling.
It wasn't until the silver light penetrated into the bones that Schiller let out a breath like a dying fish, and lay on the spot without moving.
And his whole body, as if he had just been fished out of the water, his black hair was soaked in sweat, mixed with blood, dripping down from his arms.
Dr. Fitzgibbon brought three more syringes, as before, piercing the neck bone, lumbar spine, and tailbone respectively. After multiple injections, Schiller's entire spine completely changed color , that dull color, even along the spine, began to spread to the ribs and shoulder blades.
Schiller was pale and lying on the operating table with a sluggish expression, but Dr. Fitzgibbon put down the needle in his hand and took two steps back. After taking a last look at Schiller, he turned and walked out of the operating room.
Amanda Waller was waiting outside the door of the operating room. When she saw Dr. Fitzgibbon coming out, she raised her eyebrows, her expression self-evident. Dr. Fitzgibbon glanced at the translucent door Glass, said:
"You should know that there will not be any scholar in this world who has studied more deeply in the direction of nano-implantation than me. The micro-bomb you want to use is completely pediatrics to me. It is used in this seat. The nanocontroller on Professor Le's body is the masterpiece of my life."
Looking at Amanda's slightly relaxed face, Dr. Fitzgibbon coughed lightly and said: "Humans are vertebrates, and no one can deny the importance of the spine to humans. The close connection and precise and ingenious cooperative relationship are the masterpieces of God. When you hold a vertebra in your hand, it is like holding the scepter of life.”
"Dr. Fitzgibbon, I didn't come here to listen to your poems." Amanda turned her head to look at the gray-haired doctor and said, "I just want to know that you embezzled more than half of the research funds for miniature bombs, so What kind of effect can the so-called human bone nano-controller researched be able to achieve."
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"No, no, no, this is not a bone controller!" Dr. Fitzgibbon shook his head slightly and said, "This is more of a neural controller. You should know what the nerves of the human body are, right? So the inability to walk is not because of something wrong with their bones, but because of their nerves.”
"What kind of results will the nerve damage have, what kind of effect the nano-controller can achieve." Dr. Fitzgibbon tried his best to explain his experimental results to Amanda in easy-to-understand words.
"You mean, if I think about it, this professor will be like a paralyzed patient in a car accident, unable to stand up again?" Amanda asked with interest.
"This is just the simplest and most superficial method of use. If you want, you can make him unable to move at all, you can also transmit unimaginable pain through human nerves, and you can even artificially create a withdrawal reaction... This The power of things depends on how much pain you want the other person to suffer, and your imagination," Dr. Fitzgibbon said with a shrug.
"I'm not a sadist." Amanda said, and then she turned her head, looked at Schiller who was still lying motionless on the operating table through the molded glass in the middle of the door, and said : "Are you sure, he was awake during the operation?"
"Of course, but I can only tell the truth that this is actually not too painful, except for the process of cutting open the skin and muscles to find the spine, the pain may not even compare to the severe electric shock, trembling and twitching It comes from nerve reflexes, and does not actually transmit pain."
"Pain is not the greatest torture." Amanda said with a sneer, "For this group of cruel and ruthless serial killers, the kind of humiliation of being a knife and me being a fish, and being reduced to a lamb from a butcher is the most important thing." What hurts them the most."
After finishing speaking, Amanda pushed open the door of the operating room, and all the other nurses in the operating room left, leaving only Amanda standing in front of the operating table, and Madam lying on the operating table with her eyes slightly closed. Le.
The wound on Schiller's back has been sutured, but because the wound is too deep and the area is too large, the suture thread used is very thick, and the traces are also obvious. The dense stitches seem to be for his back. a zipper.
Schiller turned his head sideways, with half of his face pressed against the top of the operating table. The exposed half had no blood on his lips, and his eyes were still slack, except that his eyelashes would flutter occasionally.
"Look at you, professor." Amanda looked down at Schiller, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and said, "You didn't scream, you didn't shout, you didn't even say a word."
"Is this because, do you think, if you yell, it is no different from those lambs who screamed because you abused them?"
Amanda pursed her lips, exhaled slightly, raised her head high, looked at the air in midair and said:
"You cruel, indifferent and ruthless murderers feel that you are two different creatures from ordinary humans. You regard them as pigs and dogs, and feel that you can slaughter or abuse them at will."
"Therefore, my favorite thing to do is to smash your arrogance and let you understand that you are no different from the meat on the eucalyptus board. You are not the rulers and controllers, and you are also just weak and helpless Lamb."
Schiller blinked lightly, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Amanda, do you know? If you write this into a paper, I'm even willing to give you an upper-middle grade."
"Because you have stated your motivation, proposed a method, firmly implemented it, obtained certain data, and reached a conclusion. The argumentation process is very complete...much better than some people .”
Amanda propped her hands on the edge of the operating table, leaned forward and vertically downward, looked at Schiller's side face, and said:
"You are like this. In your eyes, the precious lives of ordinary people are nothing more than data. Those articles made up of codes that appear in newspapers are all cruel blood eucalyptus after another. Just take it as a joke for fun."
"Amanda, you are also feeling pain, why?" Schiller asked intermittently.
"Because I had hoped for you too~IndoMTL.com~my family too." Amanda straightened her body, lowered her eyes, looked at Schiller's pale side face and said, "My parents thought my My brother would have a good teacher, but he killed them, I thought I met a good professor, but you are a serial murderer as vicious as them."
"You are very determined and working hard, but there is only one problem." Schiller closed his eyes as if he was a little tired, and his hoarse voice was like a gust of wind blowing through a barren canyon.
"You have no talent, no talent, just an ordinary person."
"Shouldn't I be thankful for this?" Amanda's tone trembled: "It's a good thing I'm an ordinary person with a normal mind, not a **** lunatic like you!"
"If you don't understand us, you will never be able to deal with us." Schiller's Adam's apple trembled, and his voice gradually weakened: "Soon you will find that you have met a real genius...you will Come back to me."
Amanda Waller stared at Schiller with cold eyes, but the readings and sounds of the nearby instruments told her that Schiller's vital signs were not optimistic. If she took some rough measures now, the professor would There is no opportunity to contribute.
Therefore, after Amanda stared at Schiller for dozens of seconds, she turned around and walked out of the operating room, but before she could walk out of the corridor, she saw Davis walking quickly at the corner.
"Good news, Amanda." Davis raised his tone, looked at Amanda and said, "The Wayne Group took the initiative to contact me, and they showed a strong interest in our project, Bruce Wayne Maybe it can help us tide over the difficulties!"
"Who?!"
"Bruce Wayne!"