Clown Game
Chapter 137 - 137 133 Containment Breach Three

Chapter 137: Chapter 133 Containment Breach Three Chapter 137: Chapter 133 Containment Breach Three In the hallway, the wheels of the gurney rotated swiftly, making a “clack-clack” sound.

A medical worker was fitting Bai Xiong with various scanning devices.

“Class C field agent, multiple enhancements.”

“Radial and ulnar arteries, tendons, nerve rupture… physical examination excellent.”

“No infection detected, no parasitic traces found, mental state normal, anesthesia supported, surgery repair supported…”

The person muttered into the microphone by their mouth while comparing the continuously changing numbers on the screen of the devices. By this scene, those doctors responsible for the surgery had already started preparing various matters.

Indeed, the treatment for emergency assistance is different.

Soon, Bai Xiong was pushed into one of the surgical rooms in the medical area. Naturally, the surgical equipment and various high-tech medical devices had already been prepared.

Although the medical department’s mobsters have always adhered to a policy of high frequency and high prices, and to forceful buying and selling, when one truly needed them, they indeed demonstrated a reassuring level of skill.

Bai Xiong was placed on the surgical table, and from an unrecognizable machine beside it, several extremely fine needles extended, and under the doctor’s dexterous maneuvering, they pierced into Bai Xiong’s forearm with millimeter precision, fixing all the nerves and blood vessels above the wound in their original position.

“Anesthesia…”

A doctor, who had long been dressed in sterile clothing, walked to the front of the surgical table with his palms raised halfway in front of his chest, and said with some authority.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a puff of mist wafted out from within the oxygen mask.

Bai Xiong sniffed and surprisingly detected a hint of vanilla’s sweetness.

“Hmm… The medical department even offers such considerate services… If finances permit in the future, should I call for rescue after every mission?”

Bai Xiong thought…

A few seconds later, he began to feel woozy and slowly closed his eyes.

…

Deep sleep.

…

Then, in the darkness, a faint glimmer of lucidity emerged.

“Sizzle—sizzle.”

The distinctive sound of electric current from a loudspeaker came from afar, growing clearer… until it became somewhat piercing.

Bai Xiong’s eyebrows knitted slightly. Instinctively wanting to open his eyes, but he couldn’t.

“Err…”

He struggled to hum a syllable through his nose.

In a state of deep sleep, one cannot accurately perceive time, so he did not know how much time had elapsed. He only vaguely sensed that the effects of the anesthesia had not completely worn off.

A few minutes later, his consciousness gradually coalesced, and then he felt a strong beam of light shining on the outside of his eyelids.

Therefore, he started to breathe rapidly and forcefully…

He knew he was in a state of “sleep paralysis,” where consciousness returns, but the body cannot move. After deep anesthesia, most people experience this to some extent.

During this separation of “consciousness and body,” large, repeated breathing is the best way to help one’s brain quickly regain control of the body because autonomous breathing is the first conscious response to awake from a coma.

About a minute passed in this fashion.

As Bai Xiong’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his fists suddenly clenched tightly, and like someone awoken from a nightmare, he abruptly opened his eyes.

At that moment, the first thing that struck his eyes was an extremely intense light.

Bai Xiong instinctively turned his head, shifting his gaze slightly away.

Immediately after, his gaze fell on a slightly reflective white wall, with several machines he did not recognize in operation, their screens flashing with incomprehensible data streams. On the floor beside the machines, there were some scattered medical instruments and folders.

By then, he naturally knew he was still in that surgery room, and the bright light overhead must be something like an operating lamp…

He steadied his heart and propped up his body, which had not yet fully emerged from the anesthesia, and sat up…

Then he found that the entire surgery room was, astonishingly, empty.

Not only that, but directly ahead, the protective door to the sterile area was wide open.

“Hm?” He grunted in confusion. He immediately looked at his right wrist—

The wound there had already been stitched up…

“What’s going on?” By now, Bai Xiong was even more puzzled. According to procedure, after surgery he should have been sent to the “Staff Rest Room” or the “Postoperative Observation Bay”—

Were the medical department’s bastards really not providing any aftercare, just finishing their job and scampering away with a wiggle of their asses? At the very least, they should have closed the door to the sterile area; disinfecting such a place was quite troublesome.

Bai Xiong shook his head to clear it a bit and then turned to step down from the operating table…

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist…

Looking down, he jolted in shock.

Having been somewhat dazed just before, he hadn’t noticed, but now he realized that some transparent stitches were still connected to equipment beside him, uncut.

…

Bai Xiong’s expression grew grim… because no matter how unprofessional those doctors were, they would never leave without cutting the sutures.

“Something’s not right!” This thought popped up in his head, and if he hadn’t sensed something amiss by now, he wouldn’t deserve to be where he was.

Without a second word, he swiftly glanced under the operating table and immediately grabbed a scalpel from the nearby instrument tray, severing the suture and scanning the surroundings.

Since the operating room wasn’t very large and all the big equipment was against the walls, there weren’t any dead angles, so a quick glance was enough to take in the entire space.

After ensuring there was no one else or any strange phenomena around, Bai Xiong dashed to the wall next to the door.

By now, Bai Xiong could guess that something must have happened while he was anesthetized, causing the medical staff to halt the surgery abruptly, abandoning him, and leaving in a hurry.

“Crackle—Crackle”

The sound of electricity was once again transmitted from the public communicator above him.

“Has the communication room’s staff vanished too?” Bai Xiong wondered.

If the broadcast was now in an open state, then surely someone had just spoken through the public communication. Right?

Although he hadn’t heard the broadcast’s contents, he could guess that it probably had been something like “All staff, evacuate.”

…

With that thought, Bai Xiong clenched the scalpel in his hand and cautiously peered outside.

Beyond the sterile zone was a short “L”-shaped space. At the end was a bulky electronic door, now half-open. From Bai Xiong’s angle, he could see a rather spacious corridor lying outside the door, with a red indicator light blinking on it, displaying the words “In Surgery.”

The reason the iron door was half-open was that… there was a person lying across its path of closure…

That person’s lower body was inside the door, and the upper body was obstructed from view, but his pants and shoes indicated he was a security guard…

“Shit…” Bai Xiong cursed inwardly, his brow furrowing. After seeing this scene, there was no way he’d entertain some far-fetched idea that the guard had drunk too much and was conveniently sleeping across the door.

He almost immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.

This person was dead!

Dead within the Foundation!

As soon as this thought arose,

Bai Xiong leaped over to the lying guard and grabbed his ankle, yanking him backward with a swift pull.

Although his body hadn’t fully recovered from the anesthesia, pulling a person with one hand was definitely a minor feat for him.

And the second after this person was dragged out, the sturdy iron door finally closed.

The door of the operating room was quite solid, with a lead lining for soundproofing and radiation shielding. It might not withstand heavy firepower, but it was enough to endure regular bullets. If there was something strange outside, it should hold it back for a while.

After making sure the iron door was securely shut, Bai Xiong then looked down at the body on the floor…

Calling it a body, because with just one glance, Bai Xiong could confirm that the guy was already dead.

The man’s riot helmet had been removed, his mouth torn apart, and his jaw hung exaggeratedly from his neck… The fresh blood stored in his throat and mouth had spilled out quite a bit due to the pull just now, indicating he hadn’t been dead long, and his eyes… had turned into two dark pits, with blood streaming down both sides, drenching his entire face in a ghastly crimson. The muscles of his cheekbones, which were still relatively intact, and the remaining half of his lips, were twisted in a bizarre way… as if, despite losing his entire lower jaw, he was still laughing maniacally.

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