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When Old Expert acted this way, Miki finally relaxed, thinking that she had finally dealt with this old homebody.
This time, it was only his own solemn promise to do so; no one forced him. Old Expert rolled up his sleeves and pulled the Medical Team member who was about to fall asleep beside him.
"Let's go. We can't delay any patient. As doctors, we cannot behave so unethically; we must have medical ethics, understand?"
However, hearing him say such things made almost everyone in the Medical Expert Team secretly scoff. Outwardly, they held back due to Old Expert's status, but internally they had begun to doubt his character. They had put in so much effort alongside him, only for him to take all the credit. After countless dangerous surgeries, they were always left with the aftermath of numerous mistakes, hoping that such errors would not occur again next time.
Outside, Old Expert would wear a different face when dealing with family members and soldiers, confidently patting his chest and assuring them that they had done their utmost to pull the patient back from the brink of death. "You can go in to see him now."
He took all the benefits and glory for himself. This might be their last collaboration, and it was time to confront him about it.
The Expert Group nodded silently and followed along without a word.
They followed Miki into a building and took an elevator down to the basement.
Although it was called a basement, it was not filled with clutter; instead, it contained room after room.
Made of transparent nanomaterials glass, patients sat inside with only a bed and a set of bedding wrapped around them. Everything they did inside would be recorded by surveillance cameras.
These individuals appeared no different from ordinary people; there were no visible symptoms. However, upon seeing visitors, a few would suddenly pop out to scare them.
Recently, there had been far too many people experiencing mental and psychological issues.
Due to the tight schedule, the accumulated stress left most people suffering immensely while being unable to tear up their contracts.
Once signed, the contract formed an unalterable death agreement. After receiving their payment and returning home, they could not go back unless they completed the city's defensive construction; otherwise, they could only return under the condition of death, with their bodies being transported back for free.
But pressure was one reason; frequently confronting death took its toll. Sometimes while working outside, one might witness a parasite beast suddenly swooping down and carrying off someone who was working.
Under such pressure, more people felt overwhelmed. For those desperate to survive yet unwilling to abandon their current work, the end result was that they swallowed all their grievances in silence.
Over time, they developed symptoms resembling madness, appearing as if they had found liberation from the exhausting work, all while fulfilling the terms of the Agreement.
Miki's job was to regularly hypnotize the individuals in these rooms, allowing them to release their pent-up frustrations. Afterward, she would suppress their emotions with medication, helping them escape their current state. In fact, their time in the basement could be considered restful; outside, unless they encountered a Parasite Beast ambush, the burden of work was no longer an issue.
Upon learning that the Parasite Beasts frequently caused disturbances, Sam dispatched a small military force to cooperate with individual hunter teams known as Patrols to minimize casualties.
It was only after these construction efforts that things finally returned to normal. However, they were unable to report back to the Human Alliance within the stipulated time that everything was safe for habitation.
“Ah, the environment here is truly harsh,” remarked the Old Expert, having witnessed too much and feeling a twinge of compassion.
“It’s not too bad,” Miki replied with a smile.
Continuing to lead the way, they soon arrived at the last door and paused slightly.
The Old Expert examined the raised indentations on the door closely, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Those were marks left by fists; it amazed him that humans could create such remarkable works with their bodies.
He compared his fist to the door and lightly tapped it, only to feel a sharp pain in his knuckles.
“Don’t be foolish; that’s a door made of Nanomaterials. You won’t be able to open it like that. Let me handle it,” Miki said, finding the Old Expert somewhat silly. She quickly moved to press the button marked with a skull nearby.
As she did so, the flashing red lights in the corridor ceased simultaneously. Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the door, reminiscent of mechanical gears grinding against one another.
The door opened, and all the experts stepped inside.
Miki was the last to enter. The Old Expert scanned the room and saw a man lying on a bed, bound by numerous straps. The man’s eyes, filled with despair, suddenly turned toward him.
Just that gaze alone startled him enough to take a step back. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Indeed quite terrifying.”
“You get used to it after seeing enough,” Miki replied as she hurriedly retrieved a large number of syringes from a nearby table—three times the usual dosage of sleeping pills.
Only by ensuring that he does not wake up can the safety of everyone be temporarily guaranteed. Otherwise, if an accident occurs during the surgery, there would be no chance for anyone inside to survive.
With three times the usual dose of sleeping pills injected, those desperate eyes finally dimmed and fell into a haze.
Everyone gasped in shock; the oppressive atmosphere made it difficult for ordinary people to bear. The Old Expert turned to Miki with a look of astonishment.
Miki smiled at him, as if seeing through his thoughts. "I am his psychologist. Sometimes, after doing this for a while, I end up being half a medical assistant too. Look at this; it's not that difficult. I've seen much more maddening scenes during surgeries when they cut through layers of skin. This is nothing; it's part of a doctor's duty."
"Oh? Don't misunderstand. As a girl, don't you feel scared seeing all this?" The Old Expert wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Scared?" Miki didn't quite understand and instead smiled. "It's fine. Once you gain enough experience, you'll know how to deal with them. It's an art."
"By the way, are you still willing to do what I asked?" Miki then inquired.
"Well, I never go back on my word. It's just that the situation here isn't suitable for a girl to observe. You know what to do; you should wait outside," the Old Expert nodded slightly.
"That's fine. I'll call in a few soldiers to stand with their backs to you. If anything happens during the process and your safety cannot be guaranteed, my superior will hold me accountable. You must agree to this condition; otherwise, I'd rather not have you come in for this Brainstem Surgery," Miki stated firmly.
"Uh, well..." The Old Expert felt a bit awkward, but since they were already here, he had no choice but to comply. He quickly nodded and indicated, "Alright, let them all come in, but they must turn their backs during the surgery."
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