The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

The recording ended quickly, leaving only a faint hum of the tape.

Fran stared at the blood collection device in front of him, pondering. "800cc is quite a burden for someone my weight; an ordinary person would probably be killed instantly..."

Even a perfectly healthy person would experience dizziness and weakness after losing 800cc of blood at once. Fran, being rather thin and already in poor health, was even more vulnerable after just losing a pair of precious kidneys…

For someone whose body is already at its limit, this level of blood draw could be fatal. 3′、！ _＞

Clearly, there are other solutions to the requirements of this room.

It is known that the blood collection container will open its valve once enough liquid has been collected. This means that... what fills it doesn't necessarily have to be blood. The density difference between blood and water is only about 5%, which is actually very small.

Because of the presence of salivary glands and a bladder, it is not difficult for a normal person to produce 800cc of fluid from their own body.

The price, however, is that the unfortunate guy behind the wall will have a whopping 800cc of this stuff injected into his veins. That's more than a whole bottle of cola...

Out of professional ethics and humanitarian considerations, Fran still chose to donate blood.

"Give her the ticket." In the end, she made the decision.

As the negative pressure needle of the blood collection device pierces the vein in the arm, dark red blood slowly flows into the container.

This is a very strange process. You can feel your life leaving your body in the form of blood, and the heat in your limbs and bones is also lost and disappears.

The containers, initially containing 200, 400, 600...800 ml of plasma, were eventually filled.

Fran's already unhealthy complexion turned even paler, and his sickly appearance made him seem somewhat frail.

The latch loosened, and the metal door opened automatically. Fran leaned against the wall and stepped inside.

"I'm a bit tired. If there are more than five rooms to solve... I'll just have to force my way through." She rubbed her dark circles.

The layout of the fourth room is exactly the same as the previous ones, with a set of tables and chairs placed against one side of the wall.

On the table lay a new cassette tape and a new piece of medical equipment. A man, long dead, sat slumped in a chair, his face swollen and ashen.

Fran pinched his groin to confirm that the muscles were soft, indicating that the rigor mortis caused by myotonia had subsided... This guy had been dead for quite a while. But because of the cold and dryness, his decomposition wasn't too severe.

She examined the body's clothing briefly and found a flip-top pendant in the pocket of the second man's shirt.

Upon opening it, you'll find a wedding photo of him and a woman, both smiling brightly and happily.

In addition, he was wearing a ring on his withered and decayed ring finger.

"This must be 'Themis's' husband, John Howard... It seems this guy has paid the price. He got what he deserved."

With caution in mind, she still took out instruments from the medicine box and gave him an "internal check-up".

After all, there are quite a few mentally unstable individuals who like to hide clues in corpses... It's still very necessary to prevent oversights.

A few minutes later, she got nothing but sticky, clumped blood on her hand and had to give up, feeling disheartened.

The body underwent simple preservation and drying, but the stench of decomposition was still extremely pungent, almost reaching the limit of what a normal person could tolerate.

Fran kicked the corpse, knocking it off the chair, took out his handkerchief, wiped the seat briefly, and then sat down without any qualms.

"It's still more comfortable sitting down."

She put the cassette tape on the table into a portable tape recorder, and Themis's soft yet somewhat cool voice rang out.

"There's a closed-circuit television in the upper left corner of the room. I'm watching you, so please don't try to escape. Now, you should enjoy the fruits of your choice. Please use the blood transfusion device on the table to reconnect the blood you just lost... This is the final test."

"what."

After listening to the recording, Fran couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Well, I was wondering why your request was so direct earlier... turns out you were waiting for this."

There was no rejection, the original blood plasma could be used directly, and there was significant blood loss...

Indeed, every description mentioned earlier fits perfectly with my current self.

If, back then, something other than Wu's blood had been used to fill the container, things would be very difficult to end gracefully now...

In fact, this level of rule loophole is almost synonymous with a trap, because it tests the underlying logic of human nature.

If Fran chose to use other fluids instead of blood, it would mean that she tacitly approved of the recipient's death.

Clearly, from a judge's perspective, a doctor who disregards life does not deserve redemption. Choosing to sacrifice others means choosing one's own fate.

Fran skillfully operated the blood transfusion needle on the table, and the lost blood quickly returned to his body.

She felt the dizziness gradually subside, and her disordered breathing calmed down somewhat. A slight discomfort remained, but it was nothing serious.

The sound of the door opening was heard.

If Themis hadn't made fun of her, then she should have already completed the entire process of the test...

“Dr. Fran, although you arrogantly disregard the will of others, your respect for life itself is pure… This door should be opened for you. Please come in, and I will fill in what is missing for you.”

A soft and intellectual female voice came from the new room; the sound was very clear, without the distortion of a cassette tape.

The woman who called herself "Themis"... was behind the door.

"There are only four rooms, not many puzzles to solve, and the difficulty of the puzzles is also moderate... In this respect, although the methods are a bit harsh, Ms. Themis is not a very demanding person."

It didn't take Fran long to regain control of his expression. His friendly and relaxed business smile was back on his face.

Before leaving, she glanced at the body of her fiancé, John Howard, lying slumped on the ground.

A fleeting, subtle pleasure and fervor flashed across her amber eyes, like an illusion that existed for only a single frame.

"I hope Lady Themis will like my 'surprise'..."

Fran quickly entered the last room. His steps were unsteady, his movements slow, like that of a truly critically ill patient.

Chapter Six: Deprivation of Death

……

The final room layout was noticeably different from before.

If the previous room was a concrete prison cell, then this room is an operating room.

Neat, tidy, and complete, like a work of art meticulously arranged by a perfectionist. Even Fran's discerning eye couldn't spot any flaws at first glance.

“I thought everyone would just show weakness and ugliness when facing death… just like my colleagues and my husband.”

A woman dressed in a dark green surgical gown slowly emerged from the shadows. Even though she was completely covered by the gown, her graceful figure was still discernible.

“You are different from them. You are strong, almost cruelly strong... both to others and to yourself.”

Her tone was gentle, with an incredible calmness, a composure that bordered on elegance.

"Hiding the key inside your body is the most vicious test I can imagine. But instead of screaming, you didn't even blink... Even a butcher handling livestock might not be so indifferent."

"I originally thought you were indifferent to life. But... even though you were already on the verge of death, you did not refuse to give a blood transfusion to an unknown patient you had never met before, without the slightest hesitation."

"This makes me very curious. Did you see through the mystery from the beginning, or did you genuinely want to save others?"

Themis glanced at Fran, noticing that he was already lying on the operating table, seemingly unwilling to stand for even a second longer, and quite content to be fish on the chopping block.

Noticing that Themis was looking at him, Fran gave her a rather sly wink.

"I would say both. Even if I hadn't seen the trap, I would have chosen to give a blood transfusion. Although my condition was poor at the time, 800cc shouldn't have killed me."

"A tactful answer." Themis nodded, acknowledging Fran's response.

"There's something I need to tell you: I only took one of your kidneys... Besides, the volume marking on that blood collection tube was fake; it could only draw 400cc."

"Why do you do that?" Fran raised an eyebrow slightly, following her words and asking.

“I must ensure that those who pass the test will live. This is what you deserve.” Themis remained gentle and serene.

"Let's begin... You seem to be very insensitive to pain. Is it congenital insensitivity to pain?"

Based on Fran's unusual indifference to pain, Lady Themis made a reasonable guess.

At the same time, she began operating the hemodialysis equipment next to her and took out the low-temperature irrigation box for preserving the kidneys, in preparation for the transplant surgery.

"You can think of it that way. Um... I don't need sedation. The anesthesia procedure only requires muscle relaxation."

Before the transplant surgery officially began, Fran started asking questions.

"Ms. Themis, please allow me to ask some questions. Why did you choose me as your next target after targeting your colleague and husband?"

Themis, however, was extremely patient and answered almost every question.

“You were my mentor in medicine and brought about unparalleled technological innovations… I admire you greatly. Before those groundbreaking technologies were announced, I couldn’t even imagine that organ transplantation could be performed by just one person.”

"However, the scandals surrounding your illegal experiments are piling up... and because of this, I've become curious whether you're fundamentally different from those people. So, I intend to verify it myself..."

"Hey, I see."

Fran gave a knowing smile and didn't press the matter further. Her smile was quite charming, and you could even see her small canine teeth.

After confirming that she had no more questions, Themis began to disinfect the skin, inject atracurium to relax the muscles, apply sterile towels, and connect other life support devices.

Even Fran had to admit that his colleague's movements were precise and swift, with no hesitation or delay between each action, as if he had done it countless times before.

There was no dedicated anesthesiologist, no first or second assistant, no nurses to assist, and one doctor handled an entire surgery...≌々-〓`

This is classical, and undoubtedly absurd in modern medicine, which is known for its rigor. This is probably a change brought about by "oneself".

Kidney transplantation is a major surgery, and it's not unreasonable for seven or eight people to perform it.

In that brief interval, Themis had already cut open Fran's skin. She began searching for the previously pre-existing blood vessels, nerves, and other functional channels.

The surgery is now entering its most crucial phase.

Themis removed Fran's kidney from the sterile septum of the perfusion device and then began the tedious connection procedure.

Fortunately, among the many organ transplants, the kidney is a relatively simple type.

About two hours later, Themis had completed the entire kidney transplant procedure and was now undergoing the final suturing.

Although Fran was not sedated by the drugs, he remained silent throughout. He seemed to be taking a nap, or perhaps he had lost control of his body due to the muscle relaxation effect.

About half an hour after the surgery, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Themis standing in front of her bed.

"The surgery has just been completed, and your body is still very weak. The effects of the muscle relaxation have not completely worn off yet. Rest for a while, and I will take you away after you have fully recovered."

Themis raised her eyebrows and let out a soft sigh of relief. She began to pack up the equipment.

"finished?"

Fran blinked his sleepy eyes and yawned, as if he had just woken up.

"Of course, please don't worry. It's all over..."

Themis naturally assumed Fran was afraid, so she took off her bloodstained gloves and gently stroked Fran's face to comfort her.

"That's not right."

Clearly, Fran wasn't afraid.

She categorically denied Themis's claim, the weariness in her eyes completely vanishing, showing none of the fatigue and weakness of a post-operative patient.

"Remember the question I asked you before the surgery started? 'Why did you choose me as your next target?' And your answer was a lie."

"..." Themis frowned, falling into a brief silence.

The previously relaxed and warm atmosphere instantly turned to freezing point, and the entire operating room became extremely quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“That’s what I really think, why do you think it’s a lie?”

Themis tried her best to remain calm, but the slight trembling of her fingertips and the rise and fall of her voice revealed her intense emotional turmoil.

“These words may fool me, but to have to believe them yourself… isn’t that a bit wrong? My dear Miss Themis, let’s be more honest with each other.”

Fran felt Themis's fingers on her face stiffen. But she didn't seem to care; her smile grew even brighter, as if she were genuinely enjoying it all.

"For the sake of justice? To test my character? To find out if I'm any different from the scum I've judged? I hope you can have a clearer understanding of yourself... You're just addicted to the power to kill."

"The power of life and death, how alluring! Many people easily become addicted to it... unable to extricate themselves. I understand you."

"No...no," Themis said, biting her lip and denying it somewhat hastily.

"Really not? I have to admit that your fiancé and colleague are both absolute scoundrels, and they deserve to die. That was your revenge, and I have no right to judge."

"But I have no grudge against you. What right do you have to judge me?"

"You refer to yourself as 'Themis,' the goddess who represents law and justice, which subconsciously reveals your desire to enforce judgments. ...Can you tell me your real name?"

“...My name is Tames.”

Suppressing her anger, she took a deep breath and finally revealed her name.

But this is clearly not a good thing. It's like a robber showing his face to a hostage... Even a fool knows what the robber is going to do next.