Chapter 647 — The Joyous Zhong Yongliang Family
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Not thinking of it doesn't matter. You're about to have your kidney cut out... Gah?" An Liwen nearly jumped out of his skin. Why was Wei Zhao talking? Wasn't he unconscious? Had he started hearing things?
Just as An Liwen was about to check whether his ears were playing tricks on him, he saw Wei Zhao sit up from the stretcher, looking at him with a faint, ambiguous smile...
"You... you... how are you awake?" By now An Liwen finally understood that he was not hearing things — otherwise he could hardly be seeing things as well, could he? Wei Zhao really was awake!
"I was never unconscious in the first place," Wei Zhao said with a shrug.
"Impossible! I clearly drugged the wine — how are you not unconscious?" As An Liwen spoke, he edged his body slowly toward the opposite wall, where an emergency response button was mounted.
Though Wei Zhao had woken up, An Liwen was only somewhat surprised, not alarmed, for this was the headquarters of the kidney-harvesting syndicate — he did not believe Wei Zhao could stir up any trouble here. So long as he pressed that button, the preparation room of the operating suite would be instantly flooded with anesthetic mist. This too had been designed from the start, to guard against a kidney victim suddenly turning violent; it had simply never been used.
"Your question is a rather foolish one. However you didn't pass out, that's exactly how I didn't pass out," Wei Zhao said.
"I have the antidote!" An Liwen was only too glad to stall for time with Wei Zhao, and he kept inching, bit by bit, toward that wall.
"Yes, you're right." Wei Zhao nodded. "You had the antidote on you. I took it and ate it."
"Ga?" It struck An Liwen all at once — when they were drinking, Wei Zhao had indeed come close to him once and patted him a few times on the body. Could it be that he had stolen the antidote then?
"All right, no point dreaming about pressing that button. Get on the operating table and take your kidney transplant!" With that, Wei Zhao nimbly sprang up from the stretcher and brought a knife-hand chop down on An Liwen's neck. An Liwen did not even manage a grunt before he blacked out cold.
Wei Zhao had excellent control over his own strength — he could not strike An Liwen dead, yet the man would not be waking for quite some time. Wei Zhao then gave An Liwen's body a few casual presses and kneads at certain acupoints, which would let An Liwen feel no pain while unconscious.
Wei Zhao was not certain whether there would be anesthetic when the kidney transplant began on the operating table, nor whether its effect would be enough to keep An Liwen soundly unconscious and insensible. So, to be safe and to ensure the transplant went off smoothly and successfully, Wei Zhao simply did the job himself.
If it turned out there was no anesthetic, that was no matter either — An Liwen would not be waking up at all within the next few hours.