Seeing the gaunt-faced patient before him, Yang Jian recalled the first time he had met Zhou Zheng.
He had looked just like this.
But Zhou Zheng had endured the pain far longer. That suffering had seeped into his bones, leaving behind more numbness from prolonged torment.
"Compared to the others, he could be considered lucky," Yang Jian said as he looked at the patient.
Though this was an experiment, the man would be able to escape the torment of the Ghost Infant and return to normal because of it.
At that moment, Wang Xiaoming and the other staff silently left the operating room and entered the observation room next door.
They could observe the situation through the glass.
And if anything dangerous happened, they could retreat in time.
"Hm? Why are you all standing so far away?" Yang Jian asked.
Wang Xiaoming said, "Necessary precautions. You need not concern yourself with them. Be ready to activate the emergency plan at any time. If anything happens, seal off the operating room immediately."
"There is an iron box made of gold beneath the operating table. Once you locate Seventh Street, immediately contain this Ghost Infant. If you cannot, retreat at once."
Yang Jian's face darkened.
They clearly did not believe he could handle this thing alone.
"Little brother, don't be nervous. It's just a painless abortion. It'll be over within a minute. Very quickly," Yang Jian said to the patient.
He was a young man in his twenties, though his withered face made him appear somewhat older.
"Big Brother, are you reliable? I'm not going to kick the bucket, am I?" the young man asked with a mournful face.
Yang Jian said, "If you really don't feel at ease, I can anesthetize you."
"Small doses of anesthetic cannot sedate patients like this.