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Little Grass stood to the side, manipulating an incomprehensible instrument, while the old man had already stripped Wang Chao of all his clothes, removing his weapons and Spatial Ring as well. Wang Chao's arms strained against the restraints, but he could not break free from the device's control. It appeared to be specially designed; otherwise, how could someone who could punch through several meters of steel not escape such a small binding around his wrists and ankles?
"This surgery must be done while you are awake!" The old man's voice was muffled beneath his mask. "I need to observe your condition at all times. If you think about biting your tongue to die, I advise you against it. Even if you lose a tongue, I can reattach it, so if you don’t want to suffer, just stay still. Perhaps you will die without too much pain."
Wang Chao did not know the limits of human suffering, but at that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of unwillingness in his heart.
The cold surgical knife began to slice through Wang Chao's fingers. The old man's movements were swift; it seemed he had wielded a scalpel more times than he had gone to the bathroom. Starting from the fingertips, he cut down to the first joint, peeling back the skin entirely. Then, ten differently colored tubes were inserted directly into Wang Chao's fingers. Simultaneously, Little Grass retrieved Hua Er's body from the liquid and placed it on another operating table right next to Wang Chao. He could turn his head and see her.
Perhaps due to being submerged in the liquid for too long, Hua Er's body appeared somewhat bloated and pale, devoid of any color—completely lifeless. "It seems she is completely dead. Can you really bring her back?" Wang Chao asked without turning his head, addressing the old man who was continuously cutting into him.
"When I got her to the lab, she showed no signs of life at all! The doctors at the hospital were utterly useless!" At this point, the old man trembled with rage. He slammed his fist down on the operating table before continuing, "By the time I brought her here, she had already lost all vital signs—her brain was dead, and her heart was gone!"
"Reviving someone is a matter of myth." The old man's face took on a fervent expression as he spoke. "You must understand that even miraculous healing requires that the person is not completely dead. I have spent my entire life researching this; today I will finally succeed with the evolved T Virus. The virus has replaced the host itself, which is why zombies lack intelligence and consciousness—they only possess survival instincts."
"Even if Hua Er were revived, she would merely be another version of Little Grass," he added.
"Isn't it too cruel to kill billions just to save one person?" Wang Chao's voice was calm and steady. This question had been posed to him by Zhang Fusheng before regarding Huangfu Yan. Wang Chao had answered affirmatively then, so he did not expect a different answer from this old man now. In truth, wasn't he asking himself that very same question?
As expected, the old man countered Wang Chao's statement: "Since I can find you anytime, it means I know you well. If Yang Mengying were to die and there was a chance to save her by sacrificing billions of people, would you do it? Given your character, I believe you would! We are essentially the same kind of person; it's just that you haven't experienced what I have. Perhaps you should thank me; without me, you'd still be that aimless drifter."
"In just four and a half years, how did you unify Huaxia and become a hero in millions of hearts? You became my best seed!" As he spoke, a scalpel plunged deep into Wang Chao's heart, followed by a cold tube piercing inside him. Yet Wang Chao felt no sense of impending death; he remained fully aware.
At that moment, various tubes connected from Wang Chao’s body into Hua Er’s lifeless form on the adjacent table.
"All indicators are normal; we can begin!" Xiaocao continued to operate the instruments, then said without turning her head, "Shall we start?"
"I've been waiting for this day!" The old man trembled as he spoke, his hand gripping the scalpel shaking uncontrollably. After waiting for a full minute in the silent square, where no one spoke and only the faint hum of the machines could be heard, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Activate, activate, activate!"
Each command was louder than the last.
Xiaocao's hand slowly pressed down on the largest red button in the center of the machine. She glanced back at Wang Chao and then resolutely pressed the button. At that moment, Wang Chao felt as if he were being pierced by a thousand arrows, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his flesh, an unbearable pain.
"Ah!" Wang Chao finally could not endure the excruciating agony, a clear and intense suffering that felt as though his soul was being pulled from his body. This pain was truly intolerable. On the machine, a progress bar appeared on the screen alongside various flashing numbers, but in his torment, Wang Chao could no longer see any of it.
As the progress bar advanced steadily, Wang Chao felt his life slipping away. At that moment, on another operating table, Hua'er’s fingers began to move weakly!
"Seventy percent match!" The old man shouted excitedly. "That's already very high! We just need his cells; their vitality is incredibly strong! Hua'er will come back to life! Hua'er will come back to life! Grandpa is right here with you; can you see him?" He held Hua'er’s hand tightly, repeatedly murmuring those words. His surgery on Wang Chao was fully complete; all that remained was to wait.
Wang Chao was nearly covered in tubes, starting from his fingers and extending throughout his body, resembling a robot. As the machines continued to operate, Wang Chao's entire being seemed to wither away as if all life within him had been drained. It was uncertain whether he would be left with nothing but a shell in the end. At this moment, Wang Chao had ceased his cries of pain; he had slipped into unconsciousness.
Life and death were no longer in Wang Chao's hands.
"Fifty percent!"
"Sixty percent!"
"Revive!"
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