The Mysterious Recovery: A Doctor's Tour

Chapter 105 Making Blood Bags

Zhang Han was driving the vehicle, Gao Tiancheng was sitting in the co-pilot, and the two rushed towards the stadium.

In a room with various sophisticated facilities, the two saw Professor Wang with a tired face and Li Jun watching from the side.

"How's the situation?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"Of course it was successful. Those ghost babies seemed to be hiding. I only caught a fourth-stage ghost baby after lighting the white ghost candle."

As Gao Tiancheng said, the middle-aged male ghost was released by him. Under the suppression of the ghost hospital, even if he left the hospital now, it would take a while for him to make a move.

"Li Jun." Wang Xiaoming said.

Li Jun on the side is holding a finger in his hand, which is what Yang Jian used to imprison the ghost baby in the first stage.

Presumably, the ghost babies in the first stage have already been studied and lost their original value.

The middle-aged male ghost, who had shown some signs of recovery, fell silent immediately after being pierced by that finger.

"The third stage and the fourth stage are a leap, which is a kind of class promotion." Gao Tiancheng continued, "By the way, after you have studied it, remember to return this ghost to me, it still has some functions. "

He thought of the ability of the middle-aged male ghost, the kind of distortion that made the white coat on him look like a twist.

Wang Xiaoming nodded when he heard the words, "Yes, the conditions I put forward before are still valid."

"By the way, is the experimental product ready?" Gao Tiancheng asked.

Li Jun pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, "It has been arranged. In order to facilitate the research, we brought a few more death-row prisoners."

"Very good." Gao Tiancheng nodded in satisfaction.

Zhang Han left to rest, and a staff member took Gao Tiancheng to a room.

Before reaching the destination, there was a sound of cursing in the corridor.

"What the hell are you doing? Isn't this the end of the world? We have a right to know the truth."

"Brother is right, we are human beings, not animals, and should not be treated differently."

"........."

"Are they locked together?" Gao Tiancheng asked suspiciously.

The staff on the side explained, "This is for the convenience of management. Now is an extraordinary period, so we can't waste too much manpower looking after them."

"Understood." Gao Tiancheng said no more.

The two soon came to an iron gate, and a staff member with a gun stood at the gate.

"Open the iron gate." The staff in charge of leading the way said.

The staff member with the gun responded, took out the key and opened the iron door.

The iron door was pushed open, and the three condemned prisoners who were still chattering inside instantly fell silent.

There was no scene where Gao Tiancheng expected the death row criminals to violently hurt others.

It's normal to think about it. Human power is extremely fragile in front of guns, just like guns are in front of supernatural power.

"Close the door, the next picture is not easy to show." Gao Tiancheng turned his head and said to the two staff behind him.

The two staff members didn't say any more after hearing the words, they walked out of the iron door, and with a "bang", the sound of the key twisting sounded, and the iron door was locked.

"Who are you?" The leader in the room asked vigilantly.

"Understood, it doesn't make sense. I'm a little bit difficult to choose. Why don't you rock-paper-scissors." Gao Tiancheng suggested.

The three condemned prisoners thought it was ridiculous, and a thin man asked, "What do you mean? Why do you order me? So what if I don't listen?"

The piece of paper made of human skin appeared in Gao Tiancheng's hand, and he appeared in front of the slender death row prisoner.

Before he could react, he pasted the paper made of human skin on the man's face.

The movement of the man's struggle was obviously consistent, but after a while, he let out a miserable cry.

The two people beside them were frightened, and they staggered back.

The mental quality of the condemned prisoner who spoke first was not bad. He walked quickly to the iron gate, slammed on the iron gate and shouted, "He killed someone, don't you care?"

But the staff in charge of guarding outside did not move at all, but felt a little nervous when they heard the horrific screams inside.

inside the house.

The cry became smaller and smaller, and the paper made of human skin seemed to be alive.

The thin body of the condemned prisoner gradually shriveled, as if his flesh and blood had been swallowed up.

No, this is not devouring, it seems that the energy of flesh and blood is used elsewhere.

Soon, there was only a piece of skin left on the ground. This skin was smooth and tough, and it gave people a weird feeling.

Putting on a maroon white coat, Gao Tiancheng bent down to put away the paper made of human skin, and then took the smooth and resilient skin in his hands and groped carefully.

Holding a scalpel in his hand, he dismembered the glued part, using Huang Quan's ability, and with continuous folding and pasting, the whole piece of skin gradually turned into a rectangular blood bag.

A needle tube appeared in Gao Tiancheng's hand, and the needle tube contained He Chuan's blood from before.

He held the blood bag that was not completely bonded in his left hand, and the needle tube in his right hand, injecting the blood inside into the blood bag.

Strange to say, the blood in the needle tube doesn't seem to be much, but with the injection into the blood bag, it seems to be a steady stream.

As all the blood in the needle was injected, the blood bag also became bulging.

Using Huang Quan's ability, the blood bag was glued together, and the blood inside was originally black, but after entering the blood bag, within a short while, it became strangely red.

This scene made the two condemned prisoners hiding in the corner of the room tremble.

Gao Tiancheng took out Wang Chunming's body from the ghost hospital, and inserted the needle into his body.

As the needle was pulled, the corpse on the ground began to dry up rapidly.

"Rock, paper, scissors, or random?" Gao Tiancheng asked again.

Now the two remaining condemned prisoners are not calm.

"Third brother, I'm the eldest brother, let me live." The calm-looking man said.

"You are the eldest brother, you should let the younger one, self-sacrifice, I haven't married a wife and have children yet!" the third son, who was a little short in stature, muttered.

"What are you talking about? Third child? You're tired of working, aren't you? You give out stones, and I give out cloth, do you understand?" the calm man ordered.

"No! It's time for life and death, and you are not my boss anymore. Rock-paper-scissors is fair. If you lose, you will die." The third child said.

The piece of paper made of human skin appeared in Gao Tiancheng's hand again. He watched the victory and defeat in the arena like a god of death.

With both sides opening, "rock, paper, scissors"

The calm man produced stones, while the youngest produced cloth.

The winner was decided, the calm man's face was ashen, suddenly he didn't know where the strength came from, he rushed towards the third child, clenched his fists, as if he wanted to kill him.

The third child was trembling, and the calm man was getting closer and closer to the third child, his fists ready to strike.

But just when he was about to shake his fist, the third child in front of him changed his appearance and turned into that of Gao Tiancheng.

Before he could react, a piece of paper made of human skin was pasted on his face.

The paper was very cold on his face, his forward momentum was blocked, and his body fell straight on the ground.

(End of this chapter)