Transmigration: The Main Character is Not Becoming the Cannon Fodder! Chapter 362 - 6: Sinister Laboratory (Part 6)

Li Shuning had been following the two n.

As the head of an international human trafficking organization, he naturally had many hideouts.

So of these hideouts were even unknown to the mbers of the organization.

The leader took ng Xiaolong to a rather secluded villa.

He chose this villa not only because it was remote but also because there were so simple dical facilities inside.

As the mastermind behind the laboratory, ng Xiaolong was also very skilled in the field of dicine.

He conducted blood draws and simple physical examinations on both of them.

Afterward, both were sowhat desperate.

Strangely, the examination results revealed that both of them had contracted the sa disease.

How could that be so coincidental?

Due to the blood draw, there was a small puncture on their bodies, and after the blood draw report was out, they found the small puncture kept bleeding.

ng Xiaolong saw from the report that their platelets were continuously decreasing, and they had problems with coagulation.

He felt hopeless—could the woman have anticipated that they would undergo checks and inevitable blood draws, so she put sothing in the syringe that could destroy platelets and coagulation functions? That woman, she was too terrifying.

ng Xiaolong felt panic. If the bleeding continued, neither would be able to last.

The leader had money and took ng Xiaolong to a private hospital where they managed to stop the bleeding after considerable effort.

In this country, private hospitals didn’t require ID cards, and no one would investigate their identities.

Both breathed a sigh of relief.

From then on, they beca extrely cautious, not daring to injure themselves.

Yet the more they cared, the more problems arose. Before leaving the hospital, ng Xiaolong accidentally fell and busted his forehead.

They went back for another round of bandaging, and by now, it was night.

Being very careful, they drove back.

For them, continuous bleeding was manageable since wounds would have to occur first; as long as they protected themselves, it was bearable.

But the other situation drove them to despair—the disease revealed in the check.

It was a sexually transmitted disease; currently, only long-term treatnt at a major hospital offered any chance of recovery.

Their circumstances made a visit to a major hospital impossible.

The leader still had so abilities; after a few days, he spent a lot of money to obtain the dication needed for treatnt.

The two stayed in the villa, wrapped in thick protective clothing to prevent falls and bumps.

The air conditioning ran since they were wearing so many layers.

There was another kind of injection, but ng Xiaolong couldn’t determine what it was.

They dared not do full-body checks at the private hospital.

Believing that everything would be resolved, they anticipated a fresh start once things turn better.

After all, the leader had ample funds, and ng Xiaolong held so research results that would surely prove useful in the future.

On the fifth day of their escape, after breakfast, they lay on the sofa watching TV when suddenly both experienced sharp pain.

Then, in pain, they started to roll around.

They rolled off the sofa onto the ground, knocking over so chairs and similar items in the process.

Luckily, the protective clothing prevented injuries.

However, the pain continued, a pain far beyond human tolerability.

The original protagonist also endured it in the plot.

Ultimately dying, this agonizing pain led to the end.

Yet the syringe contents weren’t so simple; other substances were mixed inside.

Both ng Xiaolong and the leader’s faces froze during the agony.

They lost control.

The feeling was worse than death.

After all, they were prominent figures.

For the first ti, the leader felt hatred toward ng Xiaolong.

If it weren’t for ng Xiaolong, he wouldn’t have to endure this.

In this country, regardless of being wanted, he had lived well enough; but saving ng Xiaolong brought misfortune.

The organization mbers were thoroughly rounded up.

His visible wealth was entirely gone.

Now, he was at risk of losing his life.

The leader felt utterly wretched.

They took painkillers and finally felt better.

Afterward, cleaning up exhausted them.

Yet the leader grew increasingly indignant.

He found so sedatives, and while ng Xiaolong slept, he drugged him unconscious, then moved him into the villa’s basent.

Living in the villa, with his wealth, resolved so of their issues, but why? If not for ng Xiaolong, he’d have avoided this suffering.

Now he decided to let ng Xiaolong fend for himself; he had to suffer more for the leader to feel comfortable.

When ng Xiaolong woke up, he discovered his protective clothing missing; he was lying on the floor with nothing around but locked doors.

ng Xiaolong felt overwheld; he understood where he was.

Damn it, without the leader, those changes wouldn’t have happened; if not for them, he wouldn’t have operated such a lab.

And dared to drag him here.

ng Xiaolong shouted for a long ti without a response; soon that deep-seated pain returned.

He started rolling around again.

This ti, without protective clothing, he clashed into walls, bleeding profusely.

Blood was flowing incessantly, and combined with the pain, it wasn’t long before ng Xiaolong died.

After all, the blood within a human body is finite.

When the leader saw ng Xiaolong’s remains through the basent’s iron door gap, he was shocked.

Life is better than a good death; from this day on, the leader beca even more cautious.

But the painkillers stopped working by the third day.

The pain intensified.

Several tis, the leader fainted from the agony; afraid of biting through his lip, he stuffed a small towel in his mouth.

By the sixth day, descending from the third floor, the pain hit abruptly at the staircase.

He tumbled down the stairs.

Despite protective clothing, his face and hands bled from impacts.

Naturally, the leader followed ng Xiaolong’s path.

Li Shuning, anwhile, sneered and returned ho.

With ng Xiaolong resolved, it was ti to claim the justice that was owed.

So people were living quite comfortably.

Cinderella had beco the wealthy man’s girlfriend; they were inseparable and blissful.

That woman probably never regretted a thing, and that fiancé was likely quite satisfied.

Li Shuning, now a relative of the Li Family, wasn’t recognized by those two when she appeared before them, thanks to her disguise.