A Howl That Shook the Mountains

Changkong Luo had complete confidence in Zhang Xuezhou's use of medicine.

This was not only because he had a stronger physique, but more importantly, because Zhang Xuezhou tested him with a pill.

Of course, the two of them still need to sign the contract.

For someone like Zhang Xuezhou, if Qimeng Haige got sick from eating something, or even died, the other party would basically not cause any trouble. But Changkong Luo had a whole bunch of people with their families to support, which he couldn't handle.

After the handover, Changkong Luo picked up the pills with great interest and examined them closely.

Various faint sounds could be heard from the monitor, which were clearly Changkong Luo communicating with others.

After a moment, Changkong Luo swallowed the pill and took a sip of water.

"This medicine really cools my throat; it feels icy cold..."

Changkong Luo felt something similar to Zhang Xuezhou. He said a few words and was about to carefully observe the condition of every part of his body when he suddenly felt his throat itch.

Compared to the gentle, delicate, and nourishing longevity drugs of the past, he felt that the current longevity drugs had an added effect of violent action.

A sudden itch in his throat made Changkong Luo's face turn red, followed by a series of violent coughs that he couldn't stop.

When a mouthful of dark red blood was spat out, not only Changkong Luo's expression changed, but Zhang Xuezhou also changed.

Changkong Luo possesses the Seventh Sequence physical ability, making his physical attributes ridiculously superior to those of ordinary people.

Although Zhang Xuezhou's rank was low, Zhang Xuezhou mastery of Poison Avoidance Instruction techniques was extremely high, and he had even developed Divine Ability to avoid poison.

Both of them were highly resistant to the side effects of the elixir, and Zhang Xuezhou felt relatively at ease using Changkong Luo as a test subject.

"Drink water to dilute it!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and Changkong Luo also frantically grabbed the water and gulped it down his throat.

Regardless of any toxic side effects, dilution will reduce its effectiveness.

This is also the most direct and easily associated choice after being poisoned.

"Something's not right. This pill is wrapped in layers, so the evaporation effect from drinking water should be even more intense. Inducing vomiting is the only solution. You need to induce vomiting quickly!"

Drinking water didn't solve anything for Changkong Luo; in fact, his coughing and spitting blood worsened.

This led to a noisy debate in the room, with Zhu Bufan shouting loudly.

"Lao Luo, Zhu Bufan is right. Slap your stomach hard and vomit up all the medicine you just swallowed!" Zhong Rang shouted.

"Did he take the wrong medicine and die?" Zuo Lianguang exclaimed. "Shouldn't we just stick to training our Mental Strengthening techniques? Is there any need to play this kind of joke with our lives?"

"Lao Luo, don't die from taking drugs during a test, that's too shameful!" Li Qi shouted.

Mike was knocked over by Changkong Luo, and the voices of the residents of this Twilight Years Mansion immediately rang out, along with the sound of alarms.

Changkong Luo rolled around on the monitor screen for a while. Nearly five minutes later, the door to the room where the other party was located was opened, and several white-clad staff members wearing gas masks quickly entered the room.

"His respiratory tract has been severely damaged by burns, requiring immediate tracheotomy and lavage... Ouch, he hit me hard! Quickly, put him in an electronic shackle!"

The lead staff member in white made a quick assessment, and as he reached out, a staff member beside him swiftly handed him a large medical kit that was about half a person's height.

When the medical kit was opened, various gleaming surgical scalpels appeared on the monitor screen.

"Hey, don't do anything reckless!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

But no one paid any attention to Zhang Xuezhou on the monitor screen, and no one responded to the noise from Zhu Bufan and the others.

Like a pig being slaughtered, Changkong Luo was quickly handcuffed with several electronic shackles, and any strong struggle would bring a strong electric shock.

This was the method used to imprison Changkong Luo. This powerful high-voltage current could not kill Changkong Luo, but it would make Changkong Luo limbs weak and unable to move.

His hands, feet, neck, and waist were all handcuffed with electronic shackles. After several ear-piercing electric shocks, Changkong Luo, who had been rolling around and vomiting blood, convulsed and became unable to move.

A ten-centimeter-long scalpel was taken out, and the lead white-coated staff member used the scalpel to stab Changkong Luo in the throat. The cutting of the blade and the blackening of Changkong Luo's throat area were simultaneously revealed.

"The Changkong Chairman of the Air Force is Seventh Sequence. His body has a protective layer, so this kind of scalpel that relies on the force of both hands will have difficulty cutting into his body. Bring me my electric scalpel; using high-frequency vibration should be able to cut through his body!"

Is it your chainsaw?

"That's called a scalpel!"

The lead white-clad staff member corrected the wording, and the assistants immediately ran out.

"There are too few opportunities to test those in the Seventh Sequence Holder. If Committee Member Zhou Qian could cooperate with the surgery, it would definitely provide us with more reference data for our medical technology!"

He muttered to himself, which made Changkong Luo, whose body was trembling slightly and who was coughing up blood, widen his eyes.

"Gao... Gao... Ting... Sheng, you... beast..."

Changkong Luo spat out a mouthful of blood, gritting his teeth and making repeated sounds.

He clearly didn't want Gao Tingsheng to take over his treatment; the other party's eagerness showed that he was using them as testing tools.

Although Changkong Luo was willing to dedicate himself to advancing the medical care of the Sequence Holder, he never wanted to end up in this situation.

He gritted his teeth, but Gao Tingsheng soothed him with a gentle smile.

"Changkong, don't worry. We'll treat your illness directly. Don't worry, it's nothing serious. It's just a burn on your throat that caused the problem. We can remove it!"

"Get out... get out!"

Changkong Luo extremely anxious; for the first time, he felt that he had given the medical team too much authority.

However, the incident of Zhang Qiaoen's rebellion and storming into the Twilight Years Mansion is still vivid in my mind. At that time, the medical team lacked sufficient authority, which resulted in six of them having their respiratory tracts exposed to toxic gas, leading to relatively serious consequences.

However, this timely arrangement has brought serious consequences to Changkong Luo.

He didn't want his throat to be cut off at all. No matter how badly it was torn or how painful it was, Changkong Luo felt that the original was better than nothing.

"You... get out of here right now!"

He coughed up blood and cried out in a heavy voice as Changkong Luo.

"It's not good to ignore illness and avoid seeking medical treatment," Gao Tingsheng advised. "Some people don't treat minor problems, and then expect doctors to be miracle workers when big problems arise. There are no easy ways to get things done in this world. Prevention is the only way to go!"

"I don't want to... be cured!"

"Look, you're hesitant about our professional treatment plan again," Gao Tingsheng said. "It's better to have a piece of flesh cut off than to die. Don't worry, the throat surgery won't have a big impact on your life; you just won't be able to speak normally!"

"Don't..."

"The scalpel is here, close your eyes!"

When his assistant brought over a modified chainsaw, Gao Tingsheng, with the chainsaw in hand, officially began working.

He manipulated it a few times before turning it on, and the gleaming blades began to vibrate rapidly.

"Get out... ah!"

The cold blade of the chainsaw sliced into his throat, and a bluish-black tinge appeared on Changkong Luo's face.

As intense pain surged through his body, Changkong Luo couldn't help but roar.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, his voice like a howl that shook the mountains.

Countless sharp, piercing echoes resounded in the room, and the sounds of explosions were incessant.

Holding the chainsaw, Gao Tingsheng shook his head violently, and a stream of blood gushed from his nose like a wave. His body then swayed and fell to the ground.

Just as Zhang Xuezhou reached out, the monitor screen went black.

A few seconds later, the piercing sound from the surveillance camera's loudspeaker also stopped, leaving only a dull, piercing sound reverberating from a residence dozens of meters away.