"How's he doing?" Shinhara looked at Nanfeng, who was trapped on the operating table, and at this time he was unconscious, but his face was a little pale.

Shimizu Chilin put on the hand surgery gown again, with surgical gloves already on his hands, and his hands were raised in front of his chest, looking at Akira Shinhara, waiting for his notice.

"The vital signs are all normal." Qing Shui Chilin glanced at Nanfeng, who was tied to the operating table, without much expression.

Akira Shinhara reached out and pressed the spot where Nanfeng was shot in the shoulder, and soon blood flowed out, soaking through his clothes and staining his fingertips red.

The dried blood had already made the clothes tightly fit the flesh and skin of the south wind, and the new harashi Ming tore the clothes at the shoulders of the south wind, and the clothes were torn off with a layer of skin and flesh, and the wound of the south wind had already been inflamed, and the skin and flesh around it had been whitened due to blood loss.

The situation looks bad.

And the same is true of the gunshot wound on his leg, which is even worse, and part of the flesh is already rotting in it because of the bullet penetrating it.

It's miserable.

Akira Shinhara threw the bloody cloth in his hand on the ground, picked up the tissue on the side and wiped his hands, nodded at Qing Shui Chilin, and motioned for him to start dissecting.

A normal person, who was shot twice in the body, lost too much blood, and did not have any injuries to deal with, stayed in the cold basement all night, afraid that he had already died of high fever.

But now in the state of Nanfeng, his face is just a little pale, except for the skin of his mouth that is a little dry due to lack of water, and his vital signs such as heart beating are still normal.

Most importantly, he is alive.

Is the life and death of a player just a matter of how much health is worth?

Akira Shinhara looked at the clear water pond forest that was dissecting the south wind on the side, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Qing Shui Chilin had already smoothly dissected Nanfeng's belly, and took tweezers to check the internal organs in his stomach, with a serious expression, expressionless face, and looked somewhat perverted.

Akira Shinhara thought he was a normal person and was not very suitable for such a scene, so he chose to stay away and sit on a chair next to him to watch.

Qing Shui Chilin carefully took out Nanfeng's internal organs, put them back after observation, and then sutured the dissecting opening, turned to look at Nanfeng's heart, and reached out to push the glasses that were on the bridge of his nose.

Finally, the blood-stained scalpel stood at the heart of the south wind, and then slashed down hard.

Akira Shinhara saw the fresh heart that was beating inside, it was very strong, and when he heard the heartbeat of "dong dong dong", he could tell that this was the heart of a healthy and strong young man.

Shimizu Chilin glanced at Akira Shinhara, saw him nod, and then stitched it up again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put down the scalpel, took off his gloves, and began to wash his hands.

Akira Shinhara looked at the south wind with his chest rising and falling normally, and sat on the side and waited patiently.

After Qing Shui Chilin finished washing, he reached out and patted Nanfeng's face, waking him up, and then asked him to look at the dressing mirror that had been prepared on the side.

Nanfeng looked at the traces that had been stitched on his body, his pupils constricted, and he struggled unconsciously, his eyes were full of panic, and his eyes looked at the clear water pond forest on the side with hatred.

Qing Shui Chilin just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his expression did not fluctuate, he let go of the hand that pulled his head, and wiped his hands with the handkerchief on the side.

Akira Shinhara clapped his hands, drawing Nanfeng's attention and politely giving him a suggestion.

"How about you give me your life and I'll let you go?"

Nanfeng just looked at Akira Shinhara with a sneer, closed his eyes, did not speak, and said with a firm attitude, don't be delusional.

Akira Shinhara shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said with a relaxed expression.

"Very good, I just like your tough attitude, which will greatly reduce my psychological burden."

"I've always been curious about how far players have to go before they can die, so let's use you to experiment."

"Don't be afraid, we'll be very careful to cut off your meat piece by piece, make sure that each slice of your meat is the same amount, and calculate your blood loss."

"After the first piece of flesh that was cut off did not bleed, the time difference between before and after the second piece was cut was recorded. See how much flesh you need to lose before you die. ”

"It's okay, Dr. Qing Shui's skills are very good, and our experiments are very accurate, and we won't waste a drop of your blood."

Akira Shinhara stepped forward to appease Nanfeng, pointed to the experimental measuring instrument next to him, picked it up and explained the specific functions for him one by one, this beaker is used to hold blood, the tray is used to put meat, and there are scales and weights to weigh them.

And, of course, there's a tick-tock timer.

Akira Shinhara introduced on the side, and every time he said a word, Shimizu Chilin's eyes lit up, and he was eager to try it with a scalpel, looking like he couldn't bear it anymore.

Nanfeng widened his pupils and looked at the clean and clean experimental equipment in front of him in horror, only to feel that he seemed to smell a strong smell of blood from it, which made people feel cold and disgusting.

In a trance, Nanfeng seemed to see his flesh and blood being filled in piece by piece, only to feel a wave of nausea in his stomach, constantly struggling and retching, his face became even paler, and he vomited a lot of sour water.

Akira Shinhara quickly retreated, away from the south wind, and suddenly lost interest in explaining.

"Don't you just want health? To you is it. Nanfeng looked at Akira Shinhara with red eyes and asked, "I'll give you life, you let me go, right?" ”

Akira Shinhara nodded, with a straight and honest face, looking very upright.

"How much do you want?" Nanfeng asked.

"How many do you have?" Akira Shinhara asked rhetorically.

Nanfeng was silent for a moment and said, "480." ”

Akira Shinhara glanced at him, walked over the operating table, and took the initiative to pick up the scalpel.

Qingshui Chilin's HP should be more than five hundred, and the ranking is lower than that of Nanfeng, and Nanfeng's HP is impossible to be at 480.

“580。” Nanfeng looked at Xinyuan Ming and said aggrievedly.

Akira Shinhara believed it for a while, but still raised his eyebrows at him and walked towards him with a scalpel.

"It's really 580, I didn't lie to you!" Nanfeng looked at the knife in Shinhara Ming's hand, glanced at the test equipment on the side, and hurriedly said, with a look of hatred.

Satisfied, Akira Shinhara took the scalpel and spun around in front of Nanfeng and put the scalpel back.

He just likes this feeling of hating and can't do anything about him, cool!

"Turn 520 to me." Akira Shinhara said directly.

As soon as the words fell, not only did Nanfeng froze for a moment, but Qingshui Chi Lin glanced at him meaningfully.

Akira Shinhara: ???

Opening the system forum, Shinhara Ming sent a message to Nanfeng, signaling Nanfeng to transfer money quickly.

When your health drops below 60, you will face all kinds of accidents.

I don't know if the health value below 60 is equivalent to the life standard of a normal person.

What if health is below 30? What will happen?

Nanfeng took a deep breath and transferred 520 health to Akira Shinhara with trembling hands, almost visible to the naked eye, and he quickly weakened.

The wound quickly became inflamed, a high fever appeared, the stitches had just burst open, blood was spilling, and his heart was rapidly failing, and it looked like a seriously injured man, who had already fallen into a coma.

Shinhara confirmed his suspicion and nodded towards Shimizu Ikerin, motioning for him to step forward and get the bullet and heal.

After a day and a night of treatment, Nanfeng soon woke up, already out of danger, his face was pale, he opened his eyes weakly, and asked Shinhara Ming what else to do.

"Turn 30 for me." As soon as Akira Shinhara woke up in the south wind, he opened his mouth unceremoniously.

Southerly:!!!

Did he encounter a scam?

Nanfeng struggled and looked at Shinhara Ming with resentment in his eyes, with a thick question, but he was already weak and couldn't make a sound.

"I'll let you go this time." Akira Shinhara spoke sincerely.

Nanfeng breathed painfully, looked directly at Shinhara Ming, silently refused, and saw Shinhara Akira pick up a measuring cup and wipe it very carefully.

Closed his eyes fiercely, Nanfeng trembled and gave Xinyuan Ming 30 health again, those eyes were full of desire to live, staring at Xinyuan Ming, as if to say.

If you lie to me, I'll drag you to hell!"

South Wind, who had lost 30 health again, was even weaker, and looked like it was going to hang up at any moment.

Shinhara Ming looked at it for a while, and then said to Qing Shui Chi Lin, "Watch carefully, don't get killed." Then he turned and left the basement.

Southerly:!!!

In the next few days, Akira Shinhara would come to the basement on time to check on the situation of Nanfeng, watching him skinny day by day, but his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, and he had an unprecedented desire for life after being cornered.

Until the seventh day, Shinhara Ming stood in front of Nanfeng, looked at his lifeless face, and said softly with a little coaxing, like a demon's whisper.

"I can give you life, but please give me your loyalty."

Nanfeng trembled his eyelids, and it took a while to open his eyes and look at Shinhara Ming, and he reacted sluggishly for a long time before he hoarsely spoke, as if with blood, and said word by word, "I, willing, willing." ”

Akira Shinhara smiled gently and inclusively, looked down at the south wind, and gave him 600 health.

Nanfeng looked up at Akira Shinhara in surprise, and at that moment, he seemed to see......

God is merciful to the world.