Late at night, the darkness as thick as ink tightly enveloped the entire building.
A few ceiling lights emitted a ghastly pale halo, dragging long, bizarre shadows along the corridor.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, Professor Zheng’s steps unconsciously beca lighter and slower.
Each ti the sound of his leather shoes touching down, it felt as though stepping on tightly strung heartstrings.
On both sides of the corridor, the cold iron bars glistened with a chilliness of light, encaging each ward like a prison.
It seed to imprison certain dormant entities.
Suddenly, the silence was abruptly broken.
A sharp, piercing scream emanated from one of the wards, echoing through the empty corridor.
This cry seed to disturb the patients in the other rooms; subsequently, more strange noises arose, one after another.
So sounded like the deep growls of hungry beasts, so sounded like desperate pleas under torture, and others were inexplicable murmurs.
All these sounds interwoven together turned the whole floor into a purgatory on earth.
Professor Zheng’s face remained impassive, his figure flickering uncertainly in the light.
His eyes vigilantly sweeping side to side, he caught glimpses through the gaps in the iron bars of vague figures struggling on the beds, seemingly ready to break out of their cages at any mont.
Although he had been working at the Rehabilitation Center for over a month, and there were many heavily ard soldiers stationed around,
each visit here still inexplicably filled him with a sense of heart-pounding terror.
"Professor Zheng."
A soldier stationed in front of a ward spoke up as he saw the doctor approaching.
Professor Zheng stopped in his tracks, tightened the strap on his shoulder bag, and nodded:
"I’m here to check on the patient and take a blood sample."
This was a routine dical task.
The soldier didn’t ask further and imdiately took out a key to unlock the iron-barred ward door.
Creak—
The heavy iron door was pushed open, then clanged shut again.
Click-clack, click-clack.
Following the sound of his shoes against the floor, Professor Zheng entered the room alone and glanced around the interior.
His gaze then focused on the patient restrained on a tal bed, emitting faint panting sounds.
This was an elderly male patient, his body thin as a rake, with straps binding his limbs, neck, and waist.
Despite appearing deathly weak, the eyes he slowly opened were filled with blood, exuding a chilling nace.
For a mont, it seed as if a kind of light flashed through the dark room.
The so-called "static electricity produces sparks" could probably describe this sharp and exposed mont.
It was as though a tangible gaze focused on Professor Zheng, making his hair stand on end, and he couldn’t help but step back half a step.
It was as if... he was being targeted by a ravenously hungry man-eating beast.
Professor Zheng leaned against the wall, hastily turned on the light switch.
The bright fluorescent light filled the room, giving him a slight sense of relief.
"You ca a bit late today..."
The patient greeted him from the bed in a low, hoarse voice.
"There was a minor accident."
Professor Zheng took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm.
"What about the item?"
The patient then asked.
Professor Zheng didn’t respond, but instead fixed his eyes on the other party, confronting him:
"You already promised two weeks ago that if I brought you the blood samples, you would revive my wife, why haven’t you made a move?"
The patient rely glanced at him indifferently and said:
"I see in your eyes, the extre anxiety and psychological burden that humans suppress."
Hearing this, Professor Zheng’s tone couldn’t help but beco even more agitated:
"Today is the last ti, after this, even if you want more, it will be impossible because soon I won’t be able to save myself either!"
Amidst his words, an abnormal flush appeared on his normally neat and clean face, his expression sowhat hysterical.
The patient’s lips curved into an enigmatic smile and he reassured:
"Don’t worry, young man, I always keep my word."
"Not only your wife, but I can even grant you a longer life."
"From the first mont I saw you, I knew you had great Talent, you shouldn’t waste your life as an ordinary person, you should join us in creating a great race...
His voice was low and hoarse, almost magical.
Soon, it cald the agitated Professor Zheng down.
"I hope you keep your promise."
After taking a few deep breaths, Professor Zheng made a decision and took out a test kit from his bag.
Upon opening it, inside there were five blood collection tubes and a syringe.
Seeing the blood plasma shimring with a dark red glow under the light in the tubes.
The patient’s eyes imdiately sparkled, and he couldn’t help emitting a groan from his throat.
"Fresh, newly awakened blood, this is the finest nourishing holy product..."
As the hospital bed made a teeth-gritting creak, his body struggled to slightly tilt his head up, appearing rather impatient as he sniffed.
"So fragrant and overwhelming, makes one unable to stop, I truly want to gulp it down!"
Seeing his crazed deanor, Professor Zheng hesitated, stopping his hand as he was about to pick up the syringe.
The patient rely sighed deeply, then quickly cald down, sternly saying:
"Stick to the old rules, inject it."
Following instructions, Professor Zheng drew blood from each tube and sequentially injected it into the patient’s gaunt arm’s veins.
"Such a pity the blood volu is too low, I can’t taste it myself."
Feeling the blood plasma continuously flowing into his body, the patient’s sallow complexion seed gradually refreshed, murmuring softly:
"But there will be plenty of hunting opportunities later."
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