Chiz. Carson looked at Catherine and Baby. Douglas pulled into an empty hospital room, and they were clearly going to work for about ten hours, but the reality was—they only took five minutes.

Miss Carson had to try to restrain her questioning eyes, Boa. Douglas's complexion was terrible. If I really want to describe it, it is a person who has been hungry for several days and nights without a pause swallows a pot of hot oatmeal porridge and finds that this pot of oatmeal porridge is simply the vomit that someone has just poured out of the stomach pouch. Douglas's expression became more terrifying, and when Catherine laughed out loud, she realized that she had said it unconsciously.

"Although I'm not happy that someone took me ...... Target...... Described as vomit," said Catherine, unconcernedly, "but it couldn't be more apt." ”

Boa. Douglas knew he had better turn and walk away at once, he had got what he wanted, his omnipresent addiction had been appeased, he could live comfortably for two weeks or so, and then sink into indescribable itching, heat, cold, pain and insomnia again - he was amazed at how strong his control and acting skills were, and he couldn't escape the woman's control, but he was able to hide it so well.

His father, Mr. Douglas, only knew for the time being that his son had taken a liking to a who was almost old enough to be his mother, but he would at best complain to his mistress about Boa. Douglas's worrisome peculiar hobby - he'd have arranged a suitable wife for Boa anyway, but if he could have known better, he would have gone to the hospital in the first place to retrieve his sealed sperm and his former wife's eggs and recombine them into an heir—a son who was controlled by another man instead of himself?

Chiz. Carson's rude words made him want to hang this little slut slowly, at least for fifteen minutes, but she was still wrong, he never thought he had swallowed a pot of oatmeal, from the beginning he knew that there was a disgusting mess of garbage in front of him, but he still had to eat it, because he was "hungry" and was going crazy—the meaning of his life seemed to be on it, and he didn't want anything but this—he used to be so cautious, before he knew what "powers" were, He had never been as incessantly trying to ingest alcohol, cigarettes, and the abominable and dangerous white powder as any other boy...... Even after becoming an Alien, he had never tasted his uncle's herbal tea, which even ordinary people could drink.

It was Catherine who ruined it all, and he remembered vividly how Catherine held out her finger and asked him if he wanted to feel the pleasure he had never felt before—he got it, he couldn't lose it.

He loved this woman more truly than Marcia, but all she reciprocated to him was deception and contempt, Bo'er. Douglas wanted to be a surgeon so that he could put her intact on the dissecting table, carefully dissect her, extract organ after organ, especially the heart, and rummage through it for any proof that he was not in vain, and he would hold it tightly in his hand, lick it with his tongue, and swallow it in his stomach.

The cause of Sasha's coma is hyoscyamine, derived from mandala, the white angiosperm seed is the most toxic, it uses a hollow root system to complete the injection, Bao'er has a very accurate amount, before entering the operating room, Sasha also briefly sobered up for a while - the doctors who operated on the operation are all people in the institution, they are familiar with the supernatural, in fact, they are much more relaxed than their peers, the self-healing ability of the supernatural allows them not to worry about organs, blood vessels, nerves and bones, The most important thing for the surgeon is to remove the pieces that may be wrapped in muscles, skin, hard bones and soft internal organs before they heal, leaving those small things in the body that can be very uncomfortable even for the supernatural.

A golden-spotted turtledove landed on the treetop of the sycamore tree in the hospital, tilting its head to look at it and trying to make sense of what was inside, and it did so with a bit of difficulty, perhaps because of the eyes, which were not birds' eyes, but human eyes, and the eyeballs were pressing on its small brain.

Richard didn't go to class, he was lying on the bed in his dorm room, his headache splitting, but he still held on - he needed to put the sand on the table. The latest update on Hopkins was passed on to Anthony. Hopkins.

"He'll wake up in a moment." The doctor said to Catherine and Chiz. "We took out all the stuff, it's a lot, and he could consider opening a small hardware store of his own in the future."

Catherine gently touched Sasha's face, and indeed, he fell asleep, sleeping peacefully.

Meanwhile, Anthony on Poseidon Island. Dr. Hopkins is on his way here - he doesn't need to carry any luggage, Chegalle. Bisandi lent him his helicopter and pilot, and within an hour of his decision, he left Poseidon Island.

(To be continued) (To be continued)