The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

The six people were still cursing at each other when they were taken into the sterile room.

"Damn it! Who the hell stepped on my foot?!"

Zhou Si was being held up by two guards, but he still kept his head down and cursed. The blood on his back had congealed into dark red scabs, and he looked disheveled and fierce.

"It's your own fault for not watching where you're going."

Lu Xingzhou walked ahead with a cold face, his posture still dignified, as if he were inspecting the corridor of his own company, even though he was being escorted.

"Don't I watch where I'm going? I'm about to get my eyes gouged out and you're still arguing with me about this?!"

"It's so noisy!"

Lu Ran rolled his eyes: "If I lose my legs later, let's see who helps me out."

"Can you all be quiet?"

Pei Qingrang adjusted his crooked glasses, his brows furrowed: "What's the point of arguing at a time like this?"

"It makes sense!" Zhou Si and Lu Ran said in unison.

Guo Yiling walked at the back without saying a word.

He was still thinking about the look in Li Ruo's eyes just now.

That gaze that kept looking at him, trembling, yet never uttering a word of pleading.

What is she trying to say?

Why didn't she say anything?

Or is it that... she can't say?

Jiang Wu was brought up to the very back by the guards. He blinked his misty eyes, looking around like a curious child.

This appearance is cute, but it also makes one feel somewhat sorry for the person going to the operating room to have their heart removed.

The six people were taken to the second basement level.

Passing through one metal door after another that requires triple verification of fingerprints, iris scans, and passwords.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are pure white, so white that it's blinding, making it look like a hospital or a morgue.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible odor of blood.

At the end was a huge glass door.

The words were engraved on the door in silver lettering:

[Sterile Operating Room (Access Level S)]

The moment the door opened, a blast of cold air hit us.

This is a standard operating room, even more advanced than the operating rooms in any top-tier hospital.

A shadowless lamp hangs in the center, and six operating tables are lined up in a row, their silver-white metal surfaces gleaming coldly under the light.

On the instrument table next to it, various surgical instruments were neatly arranged.

Scalpel, hemostat, bone saw, thoracotomy instrument...

Each piece gleamed with a sharp, cold light under the lamp.

Six doctors in sterile gowns stood to one side, their faces expressionless, like six soulless walking corpses.

The six nurses were equally expressionless, each holding a tray with various colored liquid medicines on it.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! This is for real!!!]

Six operating tables! Six sets of instruments! Are they going to operate simultaneously?!

[Fu Chenzhou is a madman!!! He really wants to turn them all into specimens!!!]

[Zhou Si's eyes! Lu Xingzhou's hands! Lu Ran's legs! Jiang Wu's heart! Pei Qingrang's nose! Guo Yiling's tongue!]

I dare not look... but I can't take my eyes off it...

The guards escorted the six people to the operating table.

"Lie down yourself," a guard commanded coldly.

Zhou Si was the first to quickly lie down.

His back wound was still bleeding, and he staggered with every step, but he still managed to climb onto the first operating table by himself.

He casually lay down on the operating table, hands behind his head, legs crossed, his posture as relaxed as if he were sunbathing on the beach.

"Damn, I've never slept in such a luxurious bed in my life."

Lu Ran was amused by him, though the smile was full of bitterness: "You can still talk nonsense at a time like this?"

"Why not be sarcastic? Cry?"

Zhou Si lay there, staring at the operating light above him, the light so bright it made his eyes sting.

"I, Zhou Si, have never cried in my life."

Lu Xingzhou lay gracefully on the third operating table, his posture still dignified and composed even at this moment:

"Crying won't help."

"Since you've made the choice, don't regret it."

Pei Qingrang pushed up his glasses. The guard actually made him lie down with his glasses on, probably thinking that since his nose was going to be gone soon anyway, he wanted his glasses to enjoy the feeling of his nose bridge supporting him one last time.

"Regret what? Regret coming to save her?"

He responded in a cool, detached voice:

"I, Pei Qingrang, have never regretted any of the choices I've made in my life."

Guo Yiling lay on the last operating table and slowly sighed:

"I just never imagined that the last debate of my life would be with myself."

He gave a wry smile:

"After three hours of debate, the final conclusion was that it was worth it."

Jiang Wu lay on the second operating table, in the position closest to Zhou Si.

He tilted his head, looking at the person next to him, his amber eyes sparkling, and he smiled sweetly.

"Brother Si, you guys are all amazing."

"They're not afraid of pain."

He paused, his tone light and cheerful, like a child about to receive a reward:

"I'm not afraid."

"I'm a little bit better than you guys."

The five lunatics looked at him simultaneously: "..."

That's impressive.

He was so powerful that he risked his life.

This pale, thin boy, lying on the operating table, covered in blood, was smiling like a primary school student going on a school field trip.

Zhou Si was stunned for a moment, then cursed:

"Damn, you're really crazy."

Jiang Wu smiled even more brightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

The other five lunatics: "..."

[Holy crap, this scene... six lunatics lying in a row, about to have their eyes gouged out, legs sawed off, hands cut off, noses chopped off, and hearts ripped out?!]

[Zhou Si's posture inexplicably made my nose tingle! He's clearly here for eye removal surgery, but he's pretending to be on vacation...]

[Lu Xingzhou is so elegant; even lying on the operating table, he looks like he's posing for a magazine cover.]

[Lu Ran's red hair is so eye-catching, this leg is going to be gone soon... Waaaaah]

Pei Qingrang was still adjusting his collar! What kind of dignified demeanor is this, etched into his very bones!

Guo Yiling was stiff as a corpse; he must be terrified… Without his tongue, he can't speak. He's been so stubborn for so long and hasn't even had a chance to confess to Li Ruo yet…

Jiang Wu is laughing! He's actually laughing! This kid has really gone mad!

"fixed."

At the head of the guards' command, six nurses stepped forward and began their work.

Six operating tables, six nurses, all working at the same time.

Straps.

Belt buckle.

Metal buckle.

Click.

Click.

Click.

With six sharp cracks, the wrists, ankles, waists, chests, and necks of six people were all secured to the operating table.

Zhou Si struggled for a moment, but the metal buckle didn't budge.

"Holy crap! They even involve kidnapping people?!"

Zhou Si struggled and twisted his body but couldn't break free, so he started cursing again.

Lu Xingzhou lay there gracefully, watching Zhou Si writhe like a maggot, and couldn't help but glance at him with disdain:

"Maintain composure while lying down."

Lu Ran rolled his eyes: "They're practically blind and legless, and you're about to have your hands chopped off too, so what's with the decorum?"

Pei Qingrang lay ramrod straight, still maintaining a refined and aloof demeanor, as if he were lying in a coffin giving a farewell speech:

"Be quiet and keep your composure."

Guo Yiling was still trying to reason while lying down:

"According to international medical ethics conventions, organ removal without the patient's consent is illegal... However, I... it seems I consented..."

After all, all six of them personally signed the surgical donation consent form.

"Shut up."

Lu Ran interrupted him: "At a time like this, you're still talking about the law."

Jiang Wu lay there most obediently, her hands at her sides, completely relaxed, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the ceiling, a hopeful smile even playing on her lips.

"Be good, brothers."

On this cold operating table, with his hands, feet, and body bound, Zhou Si's fear was amplified many times over, and his reaction became increasingly intense:

"Holy shit! I'm going to gouge out your eyes! Not break your arms and legs! Are you tying me up like this just to take advantage of my looks?!"

The nurse completely ignored him.

"Normal procedure."

Pei Qingrang said calmly, "To prevent the patient from struggling unconsciously during the surgery."

"You don't know anything! You're not a doctor!"

"I have read medical books."

"..."

Lu Ran sneered from the side: "Pei the academic genius is indeed Pei the academic genius. He's lying on the operating table, completely at the mercy of others, and he still flaunts his knowledge."

"Shut up."

Pei Qingrang turned to look at him: "Later, if one of us has no nose and the other has no legs, neither of us should laugh at the other."

"Who said I don't have legs?" Lu Ran raised an eyebrow. "I still have arms. I can still beat you guys by riding a bike on my hands."

"Beat us??"

The others all spoke in unison.

Zhou Si asked angrily, "You don't even have legs, yet you think you can beat me with my legs?!"

"I've lost my legs, but I still have bright eyes."

"Fuck you..."

"Alright."

Lu Xingzhou interrupted their argument, his tone indifferent:

"They've been arguing for twenty years, and now they're going to argue again?"

Apart from Jiang Wu, who was happily anticipating the moment, the other five fell silent.

In the end.

This word is like a stone, weighing on everyone's heart.

Yes.

In the end.

Once he gets off the operating table, Zhou Si will be gone from sight.

Lu Ran could no longer stand up.

Lu Xingzhou never had a hand again.

Pei Qingrang could no longer smell any odor.

Guo Yiling could no longer speak.

Jiang Wu... Jiang Wu is dead.

[Sobbing, they know what they're going to lose...]

Zhou Si will never see Li Ruo again. He was staring at her just now; was he taking one last look at her?

[Lu Xingzhou's hands are so beautiful, I'll never be able to hug Li Ruo so gently again...]

[Lu Ran's legs, those legs that were unrestrained and free-spirited on the racetrack...]

[Without a nose, how will Pei Qingrang satisfy his collecting obsession...?]

Guo Yiling can no longer speak; he was such an eloquent person...

[Jiang Wu... Jiang Wu is going to die...]