Doctor Dot's Black Clinic.

This place used to be dark by definition, but now it is really dark and silent. Even though dusk is approaching, no one is coming or going. However, the door of the hospital is open, and the white curtains are fluttering in the wind like a waving hand.

The white-painted walls were cold and heartless, with surgical instruments and questionable drugs on display everywhere. The restless air was blown by the wind, vaguely carrying a painful wail that could not be uttered by humans...

When I came to the hospital with Jay, I took a few steps back, wanting to stay away from this place of right and wrong. To put it bluntly, I was afraid that Dr. Dot would come out with a scalpel in hand and smearing his mouth, praising human flesh.

of deliciousness.

"Dot...are you at home..."

In order not to show my timidity, I decided to shout quietly, lowering my voice to the point where no one could hear me two steps away. After confirming that no one was in the hospital, I could leave in a dignified manner...

But the jay may have misunderstood my meaning and repeated my words loudly: "Doctor! Are you at home?"

This sound was like a shocking sound, and I quickly covered the jay's mouth, but the light in the room was turned on instantly, and a shadow in white clothes floated out from behind the door in the bright light, but it was still silent.

...It should be fine, right? It’s just a hospital, so why does the atmosphere look so much like a haunted house?

Wherever the black-haired Dr. Dot went, the shadow moved wherever he went. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot. It looked like he had been practicing medicine all night for a long time. He said to the door in an overjoyed voice: "Is the patient here?

Come in patient!”

I walked in front and held the door, half of my body was blocked, I could advance, retreat or defend.

"Doctor, what's going on with you? Even though I'm a patient, I'm here to see a doctor, not you as a patient!"

When Dr. Dot walked to the door, he probably realized that his appearance was inelegant. He quickly arranged his messy hair and changed his slightly weird tone to the doctor's usual cold tone.

"It's you, Marcus. Come in, what disease are you going to see today?"

I stopped the jay who was about to walk in and asked cautiously: "It's okay to let me in. Please explain to me first why there are scalpels and medicine jars in the room? There is no Kira Yoshikage's hand soaked in it.

'Let's do it?"

Doctor Dot said matter-of-factly: "These scalpels, hemostats, dissecting forceps, and fine scissors were sent by my teacher. I applied for a long time before they were allowed to be transported here. And these drugs are leftover from the previous experimental configuration.

If you can’t fit it in the room, put it here for now. Is there any problem?”

So you can’t offend anyone who wields a knife, and you can’t offend a doctor even more, because you never know behind the law whether he wants to kill someone or save someone when he picks up the knife.

Judging from Dr. Dot’s previous experience in treating wounded members of the special operations force, what he said should be reliable. There is no way he would have prepared so many things to ambush me here...

"Let me believe you for once."

When I walked into the hospital gate, I found that the place was a lot messy, and it didn't feel as orderly as Ellie had done before.

"Hasn't Ellie been a part-time nurse recently?" I asked.

Dr. Dot hung up the stethoscope and adjusted his white coat: "She doesn't come here much recently. Does the little girl need a physical examination this time?"

I glared at him: "Stop looking for work for yourself. I just came to see Zach. How come this guy has been in bed for so long without recovering?"

Dot said with some embarrassment, but covered the door of the ward with his body, "His injuries are serious, so he needs to recuperate for a while... Do you need any medicine? I have a lot here. If you need anything, just ask!"

I nodded decisively and looked around: "Okay, give me a little of everything, and is there any trauma medicine that is particularly effective and quick-acting?"

Dot said quickly and diligently: "Yes, I will get it for you right away. This Chinese patent medicine is the best anti-inflammatory and antiseptic for trauma I have ever seen. You must try it..."

He turned around and walked to the medicine cabinet next to him, rummaging through the numerous bottles and jars.

But just when he didn't react, I glanced sharply, reached out decisively, opened the wooden door of the ward, and broke into the place he had been hiding just now.

"Don't open it! Marcus!"

Dot's stoppage was meaningless, because I had already seen Zach, who was bandaged layer by layer, with his limbs tied to the pillar beside the bed. He struggled after hearing the sound, but never opened his eyes.

The floor of the room was covered with blood-stained bandages and cotton. The strong smell of blood flowed directly into the nose, and the irritating medicine also exuded a disgusting smell, making the entire ward feel like a hell on earth.

Normal blood-stained and dried gauze would not have such a strong smell, but the number of these gauze was too large, almost covering half of the floor of the room, and it was stained with dark black blood clots. I checked visually,

If you put this blood in a basin and add ten yuan of pepper aniseed ingredients, you can make three large basins of hairy blood!

"I will count down for three seconds. If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, then there is no point in calling a lawyer - because I will shoot the lawyer as well,"

I took out the pistol from my waist and placed it on the table with a snap, "Three, time's up!"

Dot stamped his feet: "What kind of timing are you doing!"

"As long as a real man can count to one, it's enough!"

"Did you just count one? The counting utility is zero!"

"What is a 0 and a 1? If you dare to talk nonsense in front of the police officer again, I will knock you unconscious and throw you to Chengdu!"

I almost thought just now that Dr. Dot was tempted by the dark side of the force and embarked on the path of a biochemistry doctor, trapping the vegetative Zach here to conduct various evil experiments, preparing to make him into a Western Region like Ma Ning'er.

Poisonous people.

At this time, as long as I say the words "Xi Guan, you are well", no matter how high my martial arts skills are or how good my equipment is, I will be struck by the law of cause and effect weapon, and I will definitely die within three days.

But what Dr. Dot did was scarier than I thought.

After the seriously injured Zach was brought here, in addition to the trauma all over his body, what was even more frightening was that his brain tissue had also suffered huge trauma. His body only retained the instinct of breathing and eating, and it was in a continuously weak process.

He was obviously a man as strong as an ox, but he was as weak as an old man in his dying years. He was just one breath away from returning to the west.

Dr. Dot used medicine and observed day and night, and found that no matter what medicine he used, Zach became more and more dangerous during the difficult recovery process.

His fractures and other traumatic injuries grew in a deformed way. The more he recovered, the less conscious he became, and he was evolving into a vegetative state with accelerating linear motion. It was as if Zach's health should have been a paralysis.

The first-level protection waste on the bed, the normal self-healing function of human beings has completely lost all traces of it!

After reaching this conclusion, Dr. Dot was shocked and showed his excellent medical literacy. After a series of provocative tests, he boldly adopted a treatment plan that was worthy of being recorded in history—no matter how bad it was, it was worthy of being recorded in criminal law.

Dot drove Ellie back home and began the process of dissecting Zach, breaking the injured bones, and re-repairing the broken limbs, correcting Zach's weird healed bones bit by bit. And in the process, just as Dot said

Unexpectedly, Zach's savage vitality burst out as the number of wounds increased, bringing Zach back to reality who was about to fall into a deep coma, and let out a cry of pain again!

This kind of treatment that is contrary to human nature would have been sentenced long ago if it were left outside. Normal human injuries require medication to stabilize the condition, appropriate correction, and long-term adjustment; but Zach must continue to worsen the condition, force correction, and suppress recovery. The more the body is squeezed,

The more ruthless he is, the more likely it is that Zach will wake up, otherwise he will be dying.

In the eyes of outsiders, how is this different from torture?

But I know that this guy Dot is really bold and unconstrained. He actually saw through the state of the "Herodian Picture" and used the method of living toward death to bring the dying Zach back from the hell!

A normal person would have lost a lot of blood long ago, but Zach's body recovered quickly after being tortured by various surgical instruments. After half a month, his vital signs also stabilized. In the past two days, he finally did not need complicated surgery.

Surgical stimulation can maintain an active state of consciousness on its own.

"When will Zach wake up?" I asked, touching my chin.

Dot is also puzzled: "It stands to reason that he is on the verge of waking up, and his reaction to the outside world is basically normal, but he has never really woken up... I don't know where the problem lies..."

An idea flashed in my head: "This kind of intense surgery always reminds me of some activities that can be summarized by two letters. People in the letter circle will set a safe word. Could it be that he didn't hear the safe word, so

Can’t wake up?”

Dot was confused after hearing this, and said: "Are you saying that psychological insecurity caused him to be unable to recover from the coma? This is a possibility. But if so, the damage caused by my bloodletting and anatomy therapy

, can’t he feel everything?!!!”

Well, if your trick is not included in the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, I would not approve it!

…………

In the warehouse of the ranch.

"Gray, why are you listless? You need to cheer up!"

The young man who was forcibly carried out of the house by me had a dark face, "Boss, I am recuperating at home now, not on vacation, and I can't be as energetic as I want."

I interrupted directly: "Do you know that man can defeat God? The 'Lord of Billions' didn't kill me, and I can still be brothers with the author of this book. This shows that subjective initiative is stronger than objective factors, and you have to be a little idealistic!

"

After hearing this, Gray seemed to feel more pain all over, and said with a sad face: "Boss, my injury has not recovered yet... You came here from Dr. Dot just now, right? Do you know what the doctor said?"

"Doctor." I replied immediately.

Gray: "..."

"Boss, just tell me what you want me to do. I feel like I need two more days of training when I go back this time..."

I pointed to two identical, extraordinarily wide tables in the warehouse and said, "Climb the technology tree!"

[Item name: Wooden basic research bench]

[Item description: A simple workbench equipped with writing instruments and basic scientific tools, where researchers explore new things. If you happen to have a garage at home, you can start making the Iron Man suit. ]

[Item durability: 162/162]

[Item material: Log]

[Item quality: 40KG]

[Construction workload (construction): 33]

[Part-time workload (disassembly): 4]

[Research speed coefficient: 75%]

The pasture's technology has always been at the level of the agricultural era that was learned by accident. It only mastered crop cultivation, making bows and arrows, metal forging, and rock cutting.

Relying on Sebala's electric power technology book, I have studied the relevant technologies of the electric age and unlocked projects such as electric workbenches, electric lamps, and fuel generators. However, due to the lack of common parts in the edge world, I was unable to produce finished products.

The lack of these equipment put me in a desperate situation in the next stage of research.

The opening of the trade route this time has once again brought me hope. The continuous supply of logs, steel, and general parts from the caravan will help me achieve a technological leap.

Two desks are the battlefield for two researchers! From the technologies of the electric age that I came into contact with in the fringe world, I learned that there are also other technologies such as temperature control devices, refining technology, sterile materials, machining, firearms production, and simple prostheses.

Such branches can be studied, but these are not my purpose.
Chapter completed!