Siheyuan: My name is Cao Xing, and I have a strong background

The so-called lobotomy surgery is actually to completely remove the part of the brain located in front of the central sulcus and above the lateral sulcus, that is, the frontal lobe.

You know, the frontal lobe is an extremely important higher lobe in the brain.

It controls many key functions of the human body, such as the control of mental consciousness, the operation of writing function, and the vital language ability, etc.

Once this area is completely cut off, the result can be imagined. People will inevitably become complete idiots as the word means.

What is shocking is that this technology has now been mastered by these white coats in church organizations.

They use this cruel and inhumane method to carry out a series of subsequent manipulations of others.

When everyone present heard these words, they involuntarily turned their eyes to the Thirteenth Holy Son standing next to Bang.

It was obvious that this poor Thirteenth Son of Saints had experienced the tragedy of having his frontal lobe removed, and then, through a series of unknown and despicable means, he was eventually transformed into a cold-blooded killing machine that would only obey the orders of the church organization.

It has to be said that this is exactly the sinister strategy adopted by the church organization out of fear that these successfully transformed people will gain powerful forces and then backfire on themselves.

The severe pain almost made Bang Geng faint.

But the burning sensation on his back kept him awake at all times.

He didn't understand why he had this feeling on his back, as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at his back.

And this severe pain has a tendency to spread throughout the body!

He heard what kind of operation these people were going to perform on him, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Rather than going on the operating table, Bang Geng would rather be killed directly by these people.

"My Lord Prophet, the explosion just now destroyed the house that isolates extraterrestrial matter."

Bangu's eyes tightened when he heard this, and he quickly said, "No one is allowed to approach. Have people wearing isolation suits go in and search. We must find the extraterrestrial matter!"

"Then Operation No. 095..."

"Of course we have to do it, and we have to do it now. We must not let such a person fail. He may become our most powerful trump card, and superhumans will be in our hands!"

Following his instructions, the entire base operated in an orderly manner, but the experimental building was blown beyond recognition by a grenade, so it was not easy to find three glass-sized beads.

Bang Geng was placed on the operating table at this time, and no one checked his back.

Because it is impossible for lambs like the Bang Terrier to be without some injuries, no one cares about it.

In their eyes, Banggeng and other experimental subjects are just guinea pigs. Of course, no matter how important Banggeng is now, he is still a guinea pig, not a human being at all.

The Bang Geng in front of them was in a coma, so even anesthesia was useless this time. They just tied his whole body up to prevent Bang Geng from moving around due to the severe pain.

Bang Geng didn't know why, but the scenes of the surrounding operating rooms suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was just black and white, so he could only see the general outline, but this still made him extremely amazed.

In his mind, these people in white coats were doing the preparations for surgery.

However, he did not realize the tremendous pain that was about to come.

At this moment, no one noticed one thing: Banggeng's body temperature was rising rapidly at an astonishing speed!

In this era, advanced temperature detection equipment has not yet been developed, not to mention that this group of people have already devoted all their energy to the busy and intense preparations.

Even if someone happened to catch a glimpse of the fiery red body of the stick, which looked like a ripe tomato, it would probably be difficult to understand the reason.

At this moment, Bang Geng felt as if his body was being engulfed by a raging flame.

The burning sensation was initially limited to the back, but in a blink of an eye it quickly spread to every inch of skin on the body like a prairie fire.

His skin turned red and hot, as if the blood in his body was about to boil and evaporate.

Fortunately, however, the unique self-healing nature of the stick hornet showed its tenacious strength at this moment.

It was the effect of the physical medicine that Cao Xing gave him that enabled him to struggle hard in such a terrible situation and not die.

But the vitality of the potion can only last for a moment. If the situation continues to develop, Bang Geng will die sooner or later.

If there was an accurate thermometer to measure Bang Geng's temperature at this time, people would surely be shocked.

Because his body temperature was already approaching the terrifying seventy degrees Celsius!

As time went by, wisps of heat began to slowly rise from Bang Geng's body, as if his entire body was about to burn.

Now, all his saliva has evaporated, and even speaking a word has become a luxury.

The only thing he could do was to use his last bit of strength to grit his teeth and hold on to his last bit of consciousness.

Banggeng's condition was soon discovered by the group of people in white coats, and they were all shocked beyond words.

"What's going on? What happened to No. 095?"

"Ah, his body surface temperature is close to seventy degrees, how is this possible!"

"The heartbeat is still there, the body temperature is rising, and the whole body is red. It looks like he has participated in a radiation experiment."

"Radiation experiment? Did 095 accidentally come into contact with extraterrestrial matter just now?"

"Impossible. Extraterrestrial matter does not have such high radioactivity. It is impossible to cause such a big change in humans without human interference."

"Did he eat it?"

I don't know who said this, but everyone present was stunned.

They all knew that this could be the only explanation.

After a brief silence, the leader, an elderly man in a white coat, spoke in a deep voice.

"Either we lobotomize him immediately or we kill him immediately. What do you say?"

How to do?

You ask us, who should we ask?

"Will I be held accountable if I kill him? After all, the Prophet values ​​him very much."

"Stop talking nonsense. Perform the surgery immediately. Remove his brain lobe and give him a cold cream injection immediately. I hope he can pull through. This way, we won't be responsible."

These people in white coats thought that if anything happened to Bang Geng at their hands, Bang would probably not let them go.

Thinking of the methods used by the prophets in the church, they shuddered.

If they do not regard these experimental subjects as human beings, then the Prophet does not regard them, the R&D personnel, as human beings either.

These absolute top leaders of the church regard themselves as gods in this world.

They don't take anyone seriously except their own kind.

They have long claimed to be gods, managing the world on behalf of their illusory beliefs.

And weapons like those of the Thirteen Holy Sons are their capital for controlling the world!