Handcuffed and searched, nothing suspicious was found.
Zhang Hui saw the trail of blood behind Lu Chuan and frowned, "Are you injured?"
"It's fine, the bullet went through my arm. It's not a big deal."
Damn!
This isn't a big deal?
"Quick, stop the bleeding and bandage it!"
After a brief treatment, Lu Chuan and Zhang Hui finally entered the operating room.
The scene before them made Lu Chuan and the others seethe with rage!
In the operating room, there were two hospital beds lined up, each with a person lying on them.
The person on the left had already been cut open, with a gaping hole where his heart had been.
On the other bed lay an elderly man with white hair.
The old man had not yet been anesthetized, was conscious, and when he saw the people entering the operating room, he looked over with a sharp glare.
Lu Chuan stepped forward; on a tray between the two beds lay a heart.
There was no need to ask; Lu Chuan already knew what these people were doing.
