"Good. The mustache agreed, and the car started.

The car moved slowly into a dark path, the ground was still rugged, and after about a few minutes, the car came to a stop in a wood.

The back door of the car was opened, and I was carried by the mustache and yellow hair, and followed the old woman to a brightly lit house.

This is a very deserted place in the village, and there are many houses around, but there are not many residents, and there are a few lights sporadically.

It took seven or eight hours to get here from Binhai City, which can be calculated depending on the sky, but I don't know what time it is at night.

Soon, I was led into a room with several men in white coats.

Among these men, there is an old man in his sixties, he has a stethoscope around his neck, and he smokes dry tobacco in his mouth, and his appearance is a little scary, especially the simple operating table and various medical instruments here make me shudder, and the other few men in white coats do not look like doctors, they are probably people who specialize in selling human organs, especially one of them is a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses.

"Lift it up to the operating table. The old man glanced at me, and he put down the dry smoke and commanded.

"Slow!" the middle-aged man said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" asked Huang Mao.

"Where did this man come from? Can you make sure that the kidney source is good?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Nonsense, our Brother Yao can't lie to you, don't lower the price for me with something that you don't have, and then you will provoke Lao Tzu, hum!" said the mustache and took out a shiny dagger from his pocket.

"The rules must be removed, remove the strip of cloth from his mouth!" the middle-aged man continued, as he didn't seem to be afraid of the mustache.

"We're just bringing people here, but we don't want anything to go wrong, what are we going to do when this kid takes off the strip of cloth and yells?" asked the mustache.

"It's not easy, wouldn't it be nice if you put a knife against his neck, the killing organ is still fresh now!" the middle-aged man sneered.

"Since you say so, wouldn't it be easier for Lao Tzu to go down with a knife, and the white knife to go in and the red knife to come out!" the mustache continued.

"Yes, you can do it directly!" Huang Mao took a cigarette in his mouth, his face excited.

"Haha, boy, I'll get you now!" Mustache picked up the dagger and gestured at my neck, and just as he was about to shoot, the middle-aged man patted Mustache on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" the mustache turned.

"Take the rag off his mouth, I have to ask!" said the middle-aged man.

"A few masters, forget about this cornea, but the kidney source is extremely critical, if you find a terminal cancer, this is not fooling people!" Another man in a white coat spoke at this time.

As soon as he heard this, the mustache's eyes rolled, and then he looked at me: "Boy, as long as you dare to scream, I will kill you with one sword, and you will answer whatever people ask you later, don't resist, you should know the consequences." ”

I nodded bitterly, knowing that I was probably dying, and that they were already preparing to do something to me.

The rag in his mouth was taken out, and the middle-aged man looked at me, and then said, "How old are you, what are your family genetic diseases, do you have cancer?"

"Whatever I ask you, you will answer, tear the topic and kill you, if you are not sick and say that you are sick, I will kill you and check your body!"