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

The operating room in the basement was blindingly bright with its operating lights.

Six operating tables were lined up in a row, and six once arrogant teenagers lay quietly on them, their last shred of resistance taken away by anesthesia.

Zhou Si's eyes were closed, and a carefree smile lingered on his lips, as if he were still being sarcastic in his dream.

Lu Xingzhou's hands hung at his sides, their knuckles distinct, long and slender like jade, maintaining a natural and elegant posture as he lay there.

Lu Ran's fiery red hair was messy, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were pursed into a line, as if he was still arguing with someone in his dream.

But those legs that had conquered countless tracks were now so quiet, as if they no longer belonged to him.

Pei Qingrang tilted his head, his gold-rimmed glasses were removed, revealing his tightly closed eyes. His eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the light, making his handsome face appear completely unguarded at this moment.

Guo Yiling's lips parted slightly, as if she had been paralyzed before she could finish speaking. Her appearance was both comical and pitiful.

River mist...

Even in her unconscious state, Jiang Wu still had a smile on her lips, as if she were dreaming of something wonderful.

That smile was as innocent as a child's, yet as eerie as a madman's.

The amber eyes were closed, but even in unconsciousness, they seemed to be looking at something.

What are you looking at?

Li Ruo knew that he was watching her, even in her dreams.

[Waaaaah, they're really under the influence of anesthesia...]

Six lunatics lying neatly in a row, the scene is too shocking...

[The doctor has picked up a scalpel! They're really going to operate! Li Ruo, think of something quick!!!]

What could she possibly do? She's in dire straits herself!

Six doctors in sterile gowns stood in front of their respective operating tables, their scalpels gleaming coldly under the lights.

The tray contained anesthetic, hemostats, electrocautery scalpel, sutures...

All equipment was readily available, neatly arranged, and ready for use.

The nurse used iodine-soaked cotton balls to wipe and disinfect the surgical site. The cool touch on the skin was felt repeatedly, but the six people who were asleep were unaware of it.

The anesthesiologist checked the vital signs monitor: heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen...

Report: "Everything is normal."

"We can begin."

The surgeon raised the scalpel in his right hand, and the other five doctors looked at him simultaneously.

He nodded slightly: "Begin."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Li Ruo felt her body couldn't hold on any longer, and with trembling hands she grabbed the cold monitoring console, her knuckles clenching so tightly they turned white.

On the screen, six figures in sterile gowns walked toward the operating table.

The pale light of the operating lamp enveloped the six sleeping faces.

The surgeon's hand holding the scalpel was as steady as a machine. Who would receive the first incision?

"Feeling sorry for him?"

A deep voice came from behind, carrying a hint of controlling amusement.

Li Ruo's body stiffened slightly.

Fu Chenzhou stood behind her, so close that she could feel his cool fragrance.

He didn't touch her, he just stood there, his gray eyes staring at the six sleeping faces on the screen.

"Young Master Zhou's eyes are indeed beautiful."

"After such eyes are gouged out, they can be soaked in a special solution and still retain their original luster."

Imagine it—

He leaned down slightly, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against the tip of her ear:

"Two eyes, side by side, in a crystal box."

"No matter which angle you look at them from, they are all looking at you."

"Like being alive."

Li Ruo's fingers tightened unconsciously.

On the screen, the doctor had already walked to Zhou Si's side, the scalpel hovering in front of his eyes.

"The hands of the young master of the Lu family are even more worthy of being collected."

Fu Chenzhou's voice continued, like a demon whispering:

"Those hands were well-defined, long and strong, with fair skin."

"When I play the piano, my fingers seem to dance. When I hug someone, my hands tremble slightly..."

He paused:

"Of course, that last point is just a guess."

Li Ruo stared at the monitor screen as the scalpel gently sliced ​​across Zhou Si's eyelid. The moment the blade drew blood, her breath caught in her throat.

However, the next second after the skin was peeled away:

The screen went black!!

Li Ruo suddenly turned around.

Fu Chenzhou's slender fingers were pressing on the monitor switch.

"You..." Li Ruo's lips trembled.

Those gray eyes gleamed with a cold light in the dim light, like the calm surface of a lake at night, unfathomable.

"kid."

His voice was very soft, with a hint of languor:

"Such a bloody scene is not suitable for you to watch."

Li Ruo's hand clenched unconsciously.

She looked at that face, so perfect it seemed unreal, and at those calm, expressionless gray eyes, and her heart pounded as if it would burst out of her chest.

But she didn't move.

He didn't say anything.

Fu Chenzhou tilted his head slightly, seemingly admiring her forced composure.

Then he curled the corners of his lips into a smile, so faint it was almost invisible, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

He took a step forward.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to less than half a meter.

Li Ruo could smell the faint, cool fragrance emanating from him, feel the slight chill emanating from his body, and see the hint of excitement deep within his gray eyes.

"Want to know what will happen next?"

His voice was very low, as if he were telling a secret.

Li Ruo's breath hitched slightly.

Fu Chenzhou lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin.

Then he began to describe:

"The scalpel has fallen."

"The first cut will begin with Zhou Si's eyelid."

Fu Chenzhou gently raised his fingertips and made a light, fleeting motion in the air, as if conducting a concert:

"There will be a little bit of resistance when cutting the eyelid."

"The skin is soft, but more resilient than I imagined."

His voice was soft, yet every word penetrated her ears clearly:

"If you move the blade downwards, you'll encounter the orbicularis oculi muscle. That muscle is very thin; it can be easily cut open with a gentle stroke."

"Then you'll see the fat in your eye sockets. Yellow, soft, like half-melted butter."

"Next..."

Hearing the devil's whispers beside her, Li Ruo's eyelashes trembled.

Fu Chenzhou continued:

"It's the eyeball."

Li Ruo's body was trembling slightly.

But she didn't run away, nor did she cover her ears.

She stood there, listening to him speak.

Fu Chenzhou seemed quite satisfied with her reaction, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"When removing an eyeball, you first use a retractor to open the eye socket, and then use optic nerve scissors to reach behind the eyeball."

He made a scissor gesture, his long, slender fingers crossing in the dim light:

"With a snap, the optic nerve was severed."

"Then came the extraocular muscles, six in total, which were cut off one by one."

"Finally, use tweezers to hold the eyeball and gently pull it outwards..."

His fingers made a slight pinching motion in the air, as if he had grasped something precious:

"They're out now."

"A complete eyeball, still connected to a remnant of the optic nerve and blood vessels, and still dripping with warm blood, carrying the warmth of the last light he saw in this world."

"With the last reaction of the nerve endings, they will still tremble slightly when placed on the tray."

Li Ruo's hands were clenched tightly.

But she remained calm.

Fu Chenzhou took a small step back, looking at her pale face, the excitement deep in his gray eyes intensified.

"Then there's Lu Ran's leg."

His voice continued, and the devil's whispers rang in my ears once more:

"Use the bone saw to cut through the skin, first making an incision on the front of the calf, then cutting from below the knee all the way to the ankle."

"The skin is pulled back, revealing the muscles underneath. Gastrocnemius, soleus, layer upon layer, red, still twitching slightly—the residual contractions of the muscles."

"Then there's the tibia. There are two bones in the lower leg, the thicker one is called the tibia, and the thinner one is called the fibula."

He gestured with his fingers on his leg, the movements as elegant as if he were teaching anatomy:

"The bone saw needs to be wedged into the bone and pulled back and forth."

"That sound..."

He squinted slightly, as if savoring the memory:

"It sizzles, with a slight powdery feel, like bones being ground up."

"After the tibia is cut off, the fibula comes next."

"Both bones were broken, and the lower leg was separated from the body."

"Clamp the main blood vessel with hemostats, ligate it, and cut it."

"Then……"

He clapped his hands lightly: "The entire lower leg has been removed."

"The bone at the break point is white, the marrow is red, and the muscle is dark red, layer upon layer like a sliced ​​cake."