161: If you don't give it to us, we can take it ourselves.

(Surgical description is relatively detailed)

(At the very least, I can say that medical students won't see their blood pressure skyrocket)

(If you are under 18, please consciously skip the surgery section of this chapter)

In the basement of the White Tower, in an inconspicuous little cubicle, White Shark and Baili Ying were staying.

Just now, for the sake of rapid movement, White Shark's right leg had been treated very sloppily—

Facing that abnormal bend, the guy just steeled his heart, straightened it with his hands, and then had Baili Ying tie on a splint.

Furthermore, it wasn't just that the treatment was improper; the journey was rushed, and he had put weight on that injured leg more than once.

So much so that—

"Salted Fish... your leg..."

After confirming the seal of the entrance and the integrity of the mechanisms, Baili Ying cast her gaze toward White Shark, who was half-lying against the wall.

The fracture site on his right leg had swollen into a huge, purplish-red lump, and that lump would pulse violently from time to time, looking incomparably gruesome.

His lips had also become incomparably pale, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his whole body was shivering from time to time.

He looked at Baili Ying and said tremblingly:

"You... you'd better hide yourself..."

"I feel like... this clone body of mine... is already finished..."

Baili Ying interrupted him directly:

"No."

"I know what you want to say. You'll likely do as the Commander explained, like those Pilots, and just wake up in your main body..."

"But... I'm worried..."

As she spoke, she rummaged through her backpack, pulled out two first-aid kits, opened them, and inspected them.

"It's so far, what if something goes wrong..."

"Don't treat your own life as something trivial!"

Saying this, she ignored White Shark's objections, pulled out several coils of nylon rope, tested the tension with her hands, and walked toward White Shark.

"I'm going to tie you up first, bear with it..."

"It looks like this leg can't be saved anymore!"

White Shark's eyes gradually became terrified—

"Wait... you... damn it! What are you doing!"

"Saving you!"

In less than a minute, Baili Ying had White Shark tied up tightly.

Although the first-aid kits White Shark had prepared were very primitive, they were quite comprehensive. Not to mention the gauze and tourniquets, Baili Ying even found a wire saw.

Seeing that the tools were mostly ready, Baili Ying put on packaged disposable sterile gloves and placed a piece of white sterile cloth under the injured leg.

Subsequently, she wrapped a small rubber rod in a layer of gauze and handed it to White Shark's mouth—

"Bite down, there might not be enough anesthetic."

Then—she picked up the freshly unwrapped disposable scalpel blade and gestured over the injured leg, which was already bound with a tourniquet—

Although she had estimated and injected all the anesthetic she had around the sciatic nerve and femoral nerve branches and such, she wasn't sure if it would be effective.

"Senior, I know this is hard, but you must endure it. I might not be able to hold your body down, so please don't move around."

"I beg you."

"Pfft!"

The incision was planned a palm's width below the knee, shorter in the front and longer in the back, leaving a large posterior musculocutaneous flap.

The blade sliced through the skin, revealing yellow subcutaneous fat. Baili Ying could feel the right thigh she was pressing down on tense up significantly.

"Senior, relax."

"Pop!"

A soft sound, it was the fascia.

A small amount of blood seeped out, but it wasn't serious.

Soon, the anterior tibial muscle group was sharply dissected from the bone and gently pushed aside.

The anterior tibial artery, vein, and nerve were exposed.

Baili Ying carefully used the tip of her blade to isolate the pulsating blood vessel, endured the slippery sensation, performed a double ligation, and then gently cut it.

Subsequently, it was the nerve, vein, and the muscles around the tibia.

Baili Ying glanced at White Shark. He was already covered in sweat, the corners of his mouth biting the rubber rod were deathly pale, and he was still trembling slightly.

Especially that moment when she pulled out the nerve to treat it, she could feel White Shark's obvious convulsions.

"Hang in there..."

After separating the gastrocnemius and soleus muscles from the deep bone, the surgery reached the most excruciating step—

Baili Ying took out the small, sterilized wire saw from the side.

"Senior... I'm sorry!"

First was the slightly thinner fibula; Baili Ying threaded it through, pulled—

"Creak—"

It made a crisp sound.

Enduring the scalp-tingling noise, Baili Ying sped up.

The tibia and fibula were resolved.

The rest was simple...

Meanwhile, on the first floor,

"Bang!"

The gate of the White Tower was kicked open.

Two squads of Marines filed in and quickly began checking every corner for hidden people.

Whether it was hiding civilians or the Protectorate Army, regardless of gender, age, or seniority,

as long as they were discovered by these Marines holding electromagnetic rifles, they were shot on sight.

In just over ten minutes, the first floor was basically cleared.

Two guys wearing sergeant insignia dragged a guy with a full beard over to their squad leader and said:

"Report! He is the person in charge of this tower!"

The squad leader waved his hand, signaling the two to put the bearded man down first.

However, as soon as the gag was removed, the bearded man spat out bloody foam and cursed at the Marines in front of him—

"Invaders! What do you want to do!"

"You dare to slaughter the believers of the lord of the sand sea under Its gaze!"

"It will punish the souls of all of you..."

"Slap!!!"

A loud slap interrupted the bearded man, and the squad leader retorted disdainfully:

"What lord of the sand sea? Does It deserve to punish me?"

"We are right here, did you see It make a sound?"

"Just lies fabricated by the ignorant."

Hearing such blasphemous language, the bearded man's eyes instantly turned red, his chest heaved violently, and his gaze looked as if he wanted to eat the guy in front of him—

"You, you, you—!!"

"We—and the saints—are all heroes of humanity! You are blaspheming humanity!"

The squad leader ignored his anger, proudly took out a small golden book from his bosom, and slapped it onto the bearded man's face.

"Blaspheming humanity? Open your dog eyes and look closely!"

"This 'Eugene Scripture' from the Third Epoch clearly states: although our Eugene race flows with the dirty and irredeemable blood of the gold-seed humans—"

"But we also possess the noble Yutai race lineage!"

"We are destined to rule all of humanity! Then, we will convert this cruel, barbaric race and let them return to the embrace of the civilized world!"

The bearded man spat disdainfully on the little book,

"Do you even believe what you're saying?"

"Although I don't know much about the humans outside, let me tell you—"

"The great apostles have said! The humans outside are full of tumors like you!"

"Just based on the people you've slaughtered! Your souls will never ascend to heaven for eternity!"

"Pah—!!"

Watching the bearded man's stubborn appearance, the squad leader stepped back a few paces and whispered a few words into his microphone.

Subsequently, two Marines carried up a large box.

The squad leader touched the box and smiled contemptuously,

"I just wanted to give you a chance to volunteer. It seems you don't cherish it."

"Since you are unwilling to tell us, we will find it ourselves!"

"Hold him down! Begin the interface!"

(I am seriously going to be driven crazy by so many specialized courses and assignments, seriously)