171: Chapter 171 Jang Geun-suk in Despair

From deep within the warehouse, Zhang Genshuo's desperate wails could be heard faintly.

But neither of the two men looked back.

Cao Kun picked up the black plastic bag and walked out of the warehouse.

In the night, the black sedan started up and drove away from the industrial zone.

In the rearview mirror, Warehouse No. 13 grew further and further away, eventually vanishing into the darkness.

Cao Kun glanced at the black plastic bag on the passenger seat.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Tian Ningning.

“Got the money. See you tomorrow.”

A reply came quickly.

“Thank you, Mr. Cao. We... we don't know how to repay you.”

Cao Kun glanced at it but didn't reply.

The car drove toward the city center.

The city lights drew closer and closer.

Meanwhile, in that warehouse in the North City industrial zone, a swindler's fate had been completely altered.

...

Deep within the warehouse.

Behind that rust-spotted iron door was a world completely different from the outside.

The lights were a deathly pale, illuminating the entire space without a single shadow.

White tiles were plastered on the walls, and the floor was concrete, though it had been scrubbed very clean.

An operating table sat in the middle.

To be precise, it was an iron bed similar to an operating table, covered with a disposable blue sterile cloth.

Several medical equipment cabinets stood in the corner, neatly filled with scalpels, hemostats, retractors, and various other instruments.

They glinted coldly under the lights.

There was also a portable ventilator, an ECG monitor, and several bags of saline hanging on a rack.

This was a simple but fully functional underground operating room.

When Zhang Genshuo was dragged in, his legs were already too weak to stand.

“No... please don't...” His voice trembled and his lips were pale; his entire body shook like a leaf.

Two burly men pinned him onto the operating table and secured his limbs with leather straps.

The straps were tightened so hard that his desperate struggles only resulted in red chafing marks on his wrists and ankles.

“I beg you... let me go... I have money... I really have money...” he pleaded incoherently.

No one paid him any mind.

A middle-aged man in a white lab coat walked in, wearing a mask and rubber gloves.

Holding a form in his hand, he glanced at Zhang Genshuo as if looking at a piece of pork.

“Blood count, liver function, kidney function, HIV, syphilis—have they all been checked?” he asked the Bulky Man.

“Checked. He's a match,” the Bulky Man said.

The Man in the White Coat nodded and walked to the equipment cabinet to begin preparing the tools.

Scalpel, hemostat, retractor, aspirator... one by one, they were laid out on a tray covered with sterile cloth.

Zhang Genshuo watched those cold, gleaming instruments, his eyes widening further and further, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

“You... what are you going to do?” His voice had changed pitch, becoming as shrill as a pig about to be slaughtered.

“No! I don't want this! I beg you! Aaaah—!”

He began to struggle frantically; the straps bit into his flesh, and the skin on his wrists and ankles broke, oozing blood.

But it was useless.

The straps were too strong; he couldn't break free at all.

The Man in the White Coat walked over, holding a syringe in his hand.

“Don't move. Anesthetic,” he said.

“No! Don't give it to me! Help! Help me—!”

Zhang Genshuo shook his head frantically, his face covered in a mess of tears and snot.

When the needle pierced his vein, his entire body convulsed violently as if struck by lightning, then slowly went limp.

It wasn't general anesthesia, just local anesthesia and a sedative.

He was still conscious, could still feel, and could still see.

He just couldn't move anymore.

“No, no, no...” he was still murmuring, but his voice grew weaker and weaker as his tongue began to go numb.

The Man in the White Coat began to disinfect his abdomen and waist.

The cold povidone-iodine was smeared onto his skin, triggering a layer of goosebumps.

Zhang Genshuo stared wide-eyed, watching the Man in the White Coat operate on him as fear flooded over him like a tide.

“What... what are you going to take...” he asked slurringly.

“Two kidneys, a pair of corneas,” the Man in the White Coat replied calmly, as if stating what was for dinner.

Zhang Genshuo's eyes instantly bulged to their limit.

Kidneys? Corneas?

Wouldn't that make him a cripple?

“No... don't take my kidneys... I beg you...”

Tears rolled from the corners of his eyes and into his ears. “I was wrong... I'll never scam anyone again... please give me a chance...”

The Man in the White Coat ignored him and picked up the scalpel.

As the cold blade touched his skin, Zhang Genshuo's whole body shuddered.

“No—!”

The blade sliced open the skin.

There was no sharp pain, but he could feel the blade moving inside his body, feel the flesh being parted, and feel something being peeled away.

This sensation was more terrifying than pain.

“Aaaaaah—!”

Zhang Genshuo let out a heart-wrenching scream, but his body couldn't move, leaving him to watch helplessly.

Blood surged out and was sucked away by the aspirator.

The man's hands were steady, his movements practiced.

“Right kidney, good,” he said softly, placing a bloody kidney into a prepared ice box nearby.

Zhang Genshuo tilted his head and saw that kidney.

That was his.

The kidney that had worked inside his body for over thirty years.

Now, it was in an ice box.

“No...” he murmured, “No...”

Then came the left kidney.

The same process, the same sensation.

When the left kidney was also removed, Zhang Genshuo felt a large void inside his body.

The Man in the White Coat began to process the corneas.

This time, Zhang Genshuo could feel something approaching his eyes.

“No... my eyes... no...” He tried desperately to close his eyes, but his eyelids were held open, unmoving.

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