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Chapter 659 - 659 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master

Chapter 659: 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master (4000)_1 Chapter 659: 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master (4000)_1 Inside the operating room, bright lights shone down on an alloy iron bed situated at the center. It was covered with a white sheet, only revealing a corner.

Surrounding the iron bed were medical cabinets and racks, holding trays filled with myriad kinds of potions, and various surgical tools like scissors, drills, medical scalpels, etc.

The ceiling lights reflected on the metallic surfaces of the instruments, producing a chilling cold sheen that inexplicably incited fear.

Simonyi took a deep breath to regain his composure.

The door of the operating room swung open, allowing a team of seven or eight people to enter. The youngest were middle-aged, the oldest had white hair and a face lined with wrinkles. They were all in uniform surgical attire, sporting rubber gloves, emanating an inexplicable aura of seasoned professionalism. These were well-known orthopedic doctors from various regions, experts in the study of human skeleton and blood vessels.

In this operation, they would be assisting Casio with correction.

The door to the operating room squeaked open again.

Casio walked in, clad in a trench coat, looking weary as if he had just finished some significant task.

“Get ready, we’re starting right away,” he said as he locked the door behind him, signaling the man in the center to reveal the iron bed. With a rustle, the truth of the bed became visible under the bright lights.

It was thick, solid, with metallic edges, looking like a giant shield. On all four corners, there were contraptions that resembled sword guards, capable of locking a person’s limbs.

Depressions and grooves ran across the surface of the bed, possibly used for draining blood in procedures.

“This… this doesn’t seem right… It doesn’t look like a surgical bed, more… more like a torture device!” Simonyi stiffened, shooting a tentative glance at Casio.

“You’re right, it’s indeed repurposed from a torture device.”

Casio nodded in confirmation, making no attempt to hide the fact.

“You admit it just like that?! I must’ve got myself in deep trouble…”

“They are going to use me for human experimentation!”

A terrifying image suddenly flashed in Simonyi’s mind.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, we’re not interested in your body. But you might struggle in pain during the procedure. So, we can only administer a certain amount of anesthesia. If the surgery finishes within the effect duration of the anesthesia, you won’t feel any pain. If the effect wears off before the procedure is over, the pain might be unbearable.”

Casio discerned Simonyi’s thoughts without hesitation: “I purposefully acquired this repurposed bed. It’s modified with an added layer of sturdy alloy. Once bound, one won’t be able to struggle free and it wouldn’t be damaged either.”

“Don’t overthink, lie down.”

Simonyi swallowed hard. Under Casio’s intense gaze, he nervously lay down on the bed, feeling an indescribable panic clash against his flesh with the cold touch of the torture device.

“Maybe I should back out, wait until the exchange meeting is over…”

Just as the desire to retreat rose in his heart, distinct clicking noises from the cuffs binding him shattered it completely.

Simonyi looked up anxiously, only to a bald, middle-aged doctor walking towards him. He held a massive syringe about the size of an adult’s wrist in his hand, his expression was blank, his glasses reflecting light.

“Mr. Simonyi, stay still. I am going to give you the shot…”

“I…”

September 29th, 6 a.m., at the break of dawn.

A detached villa, third floor, the east-facing room. Its window was open, the cool breeze gently swaying the white curtains.

A young man was sleeping soundly on the clean white hospital bed. He seemed to be having a nightmare, his facial expression contorting in distress and his eyelids twitching wildly. His body went through sporadic convulsions, resembling a severe epileptic patient.

“…”

Soft sobbing sounds broke the silence, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. His lips were moving as if instinctively calling out for help.

“Ah!!!”

With a loud cry, he woke up abruptly, sitting straight up, his gaze blank as he took in the blurry sight of the ward.

After a moment, his pupils refocused, and Simonyi finally regained his senses. As soon as he did, he caught sight of Casio standing at the door of the ward.

“Gate Master!” Simonyi’s outcry came reflexively like a knee-jerk reaction, its tail end trembling. He shook his head, furrowed brows showing his confusion. Even though the Magical Golem Sect’s Gate Master was powerful, it didn’t warrant the fear that seemed to seep from every body cell, making his hairs stand on end.

“You’re awake, Simonyi. It’s already the second day…”

Casio, standing in the doorway, smiled and started walking towards Simonyi.

“The second day?” Simonyi glanced at the dim morning light outside the window, and realization dawned on him. He subconsciously moved his hand to his back, pressing down on his spine. There was no sting of needles nor the distorted bend. Instead, he felt a robust, upright dragon!

“My bones, my spine, it’s healed!”

An elated smile spread across his face. He turned to Casio, “Thank you, Gate Master! Just like you said, after the anesthesia, I woke up, and everything was fine!”

“I didn’t feel any pain throughout!”

Simonyi couldn’t wait to get out of the bed, pacing back and forth in the ward in front of Casio, flexing his body using his boxing methods.

Testing the healed state of his new spine.