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Chapter 155: Lanchi's First People's Hospital in Echelon City
Chapter 155: Lanchi's First People's Hospital in Echelon City
"Hahaha, Hahahaha!!!"
On the floor of the cathedral, Count Palocas writhed like a wild beast trapped in a hunter's snare. His chest heaved wildly, his inhalation a mocking laugh, and his exhalation a furious roar. Each struggle was a defiance against the Grim Reaper himself.
This group of humans, who had yet to grasp the severity of their situation, would soon bear the wrath of a vampiric count, a force capable of unleashing chaos and destruction.
Amidst Count Palocas' laughter, Lanchi handed the giant hypodermic needle to the executioner.
"Mr. Executioner, our duty is to save lives, and that is all that matters."
As Lanchi spoke, the surroundings echoed with the sharp ring of medical alarms, signaling the imminent crisis of a patient.
"We must do everything in our power for the patient before us."
"Yes."
The executioner took the blood pressure rescue device, and despite his lack of medical training, he felt an instinctive understanding of how to use this tool effectively.
White light illuminated every corner, and the cold, hard chrome steel medical instruments reflected a dazzling glare.
In this immaculate rescue room, everything was strictly controlled, and even time was measured precisely down to the millisecond.
The patient, Count Palocas, lay ready for the procedure, his face contorted with pain and mental oppression. The blood flowing through his veins seemed to burn, and even without the blood pressure monitor, it was evident that his blood pressure was dangerously high.
The tense atmosphere froze in the air, leaving only the sound of disordered breathing and the dull thumping of an overworked heart.
In the center of the room, directly below the ceiling, the executioner skillfully located the largest vein in Count Palocas' elbow pit—the brachial artery.
His eyes fixed intently on the count's skin as he prepared to draw out the excess blood.
"Hahahaha... Are you finally afraid? Think carefully about the consequences when the sun disappears."
The light reflected off the glazed tiles cast a cold gleam on Count Palocas' face. The pristine white tiles were stained with the blood from his wounds, and a strange smile flitted across his face. Then, Count Palocas burst into laughter, as if celebrating something joyous.
"Praise the goddess..."
The executioner held the syringe, his eyes still burning with fanaticism.
According to Mr. Lanchi's ecological research report, the vampires of this era treated humans as livestock and playthings for their pleasure. The stronger the vampire, the more immeasurable their sins. In other words, subduing them was an act of immense merit.
A terrifying smile curved the executioner's lips as he squatted down and pushed the needle into Count Palocas' brachial artery. He took a deep breath, his arm muscles tensing as he began to pull the syringe's plunger.
"..."
At the moment the needle pierced his skin, Count Palocas felt only an itch, which was nothing compared to the pain he had endured before. In fact, he felt almost nothing now.
Then, a cool sensation spread throughout his body.
Count Palocas' body suddenly trembled, but he was quickly restrained by the Holy Knight and the male guard.
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt..."
The executioner slowly began to withdraw the blood, and with each pull of the syringe's plunger, it felt like a piece of Count Palocas' life was being stripped away.
The three clerics watched as the blood rose in the transparent tube, a deep red liquid that seemed heavy and cloudy, as if countless merits were hidden within.
"!!!"
Count Palocas, who had been prepared to mock this group as spent forces, suddenly found his expression turning incredulous. His mind raced, and he gradually realized what they were doing.
"What are you doing?! Stop! Stop, you damn worms!!!"
Count Palocas screamed in desperation, like a beast being flayed alive. From the moment of his birth to the present, he had finally understood something more terrifying than death, and his body desperately struggled to break free.
Gradually...
As Palocas' consciousness began to blur and his body felt lighter and lighter, he started to feel dizzy.
With each pull of the blood pressure rescue device, it felt like a bit of his life force was being drawn out. He wanted to resist, but his body felt as if it were pinned down by a heavy rock, unable to move.
"Take a deep breath; it's normal to feel dizzy," Lanchi said gently in Palocas' ear.
"No!!! Palocas' voice trembled, and he finally understood just how terrifyingly insane that black-haired, green-eyed guy was.
As his noble blood was drawn, Palocas could clearly feel his proud strength ebbing away, and his hands and feet gradually lost sensation. Each heartbeat felt like a heavy blow, making time seem interminably slow.
The executioner worked tirelessly, vigorously pulling the syringe's plunger like a dragon boat racer, forcefully drawing out Palocas' blood!
"Ah..."
The air around them seemed frozen, with only Palocas' feeble breathing disturbing the silence.
"Hyberian, our 'On Ecological Balance and Blood Clan Governance' project has now yielded valuable preliminary data and practical results."
Lanchi, with his hands behind his back, said with satisfaction.
Hyberian was startled by his words.
"We?!"
Although she had overheard Lanchi and Princess Alexsia's conversation about his academic project on the second floor earlier, she hadn't expected to be included on the list of researchers!
"Of course, your name will be on the final paper." Lanchi looked at her in surprise.
After hesitating for a full two seconds, Hyberian finally closed her eyes tightly and nodded reluctantly.
"Okay, then... thank you."
She knew Lanchi was a good person.
But...
If she had a choice, Hyberian really didn't want her name on what could potentially be a groundbreaking paper.
That paper would be like a war criminal's confession, and the author's name would be a list of war criminals.
However, this trip to the Krexi Empire to deal with the blood clan was one that Hyberian had to make, or rather, one that she felt even more compelled to take than Lanchi.
Hyberian could only share the research results with Lanchi through her tears.
Having come this far, there was no turning back to the Temple of the Goddess of Fate.
And as they chatted while watching the count's blood being drawn, the young master of the merchant guild, who had been sitting at the banquet table, also drew closer to observe the surgery to modify the vampire count.
"By the way, even if this count becomes weak during the day, we'll still have to keep drawing his blood every day, right?" he asked, now seemingly unafraid and thinking that vampire counts were not that formidable.
The cold-faced female guard stared at him in shock. She couldn't believe that their young master, who was usually so kind and naive, could now say such ruthless words without batting an eye!
However, thinking about it carefully, having to imprison and detain such a vampire count in the castle every night would indeed make one feel a little uneasy.
Once the count regained his blood and seized the opportunity to fight back, everyone might fall into an irreversible deadly situation.
"Yes, but it's fine. I assure you that everyone will be able to sleep and eat well, and the next four days will definitely be enjoyable!" Lanchi turned and looked at the two of them with a smile, still as sunny and cheerful as ever.
"..."
Seeing Lanchi's natural smile, the others immediately understood that he was about to do something even more unprecedented.
But at this moment, the fact that Lanchi was on their side made them feel a little too relieved.
(End of Chapter)
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