Transmigration: The Main Character is Not Becoming the Cannon Fodder!-Chapter 362 - 6: Sinister Laboratory (Part 6)

Li Shuning had been following the two men.

As the head of an international human trafficking organization, he naturally had many hideouts.

Some of these hideouts were even unknown to the members of the organization.

The leader took Meng Xiaolong to a rather secluded villa.

He chose this villa not only because it was remote but also because there were some simple medical facilities inside.

As the mastermind behind the laboratory, Meng Xiaolong was also very skilled in the field of medicine.

He conducted blood draws and simple physical examinations on both of them.

Afterward, both were somewhat desperate.

Strangely, the examination results revealed that both of them had contracted the same disease.

How could that be so coincidental?

Due to the blood draw, there was a small puncture on their bodies, and after the blood draw report was out, they found the small puncture kept bleeding.

Meng Xiaolong saw from the report that their platelets were continuously decreasing, and they had problems with coagulation.

He felt hopeless—could the woman have anticipated that they would undergo checks and inevitable blood draws, so she put something in the syringe that could destroy platelets and coagulation functions? That woman, she was too terrifying.

Meng Xiaolong felt panic. If the bleeding continued, neither would be able to last.

The leader had money and took Meng Xiaolong to a private hospital where they managed to stop the bleeding after considerable effort.

In this country, private hospitals didn’t require ID cards, and no one would investigate their identities.

Both breathed a sigh of relief.

From then on, they became extremely cautious, not daring to injure themselves.

Yet the more they cared, the more problems arose. Before leaving the hospital, Meng Xiaolong accidentally fell and busted his forehead.

They went back for another round of bandaging, and by now, it was night.

Being very careful, they drove back.

For them, continuous bleeding was manageable since wounds would have to occur first; as long as they protected themselves, it was bearable.

But the other situation drove them to despair—the disease revealed in the check.

It was a sexually transmitted disease; currently, only long-term treatment at a major hospital offered any chance of recovery.

Their circumstances made a visit to a major hospital impossible.

The leader still had some abilities; after a few days, he spent a lot of money to obtain the medication needed for treatment.

The two stayed in the villa, wrapped in thick protective clothing to prevent falls and bumps.

The air conditioning ran since they were wearing so many layers.

There was another kind of injection, but Meng Xiaolong couldn’t determine what it was.

They dared not do full-body checks at the private hospital.

Believing that everything would be resolved, they anticipated a fresh start once things turn better.

After all, the leader had ample funds, and Meng Xiaolong held some research results that would surely prove useful in the future.

On the fifth day of their escape, after breakfast, they lay on the sofa watching TV when suddenly both experienced sharp pain.

Then, in pain, they started to roll around.

They rolled off the sofa onto the ground, knocking over some chairs and similar items in the process.

Luckily, the protective clothing prevented injuries.

However, the pain continued, a pain far beyond human tolerability.

The original protagonist also endured it in the plot.

Ultimately dying, this agonizing pain led to the end.

Yet the syringe contents weren’t so simple; other substances were mixed inside.

Both Meng Xiaolong and the leader’s faces froze during the agony.

They lost control.

The feeling was worse than death.

After all, they were prominent figures.

For the first time, the leader felt hatred toward Meng Xiaolong.

If it weren’t for Meng Xiaolong, he wouldn’t have to endure this.

In this country, regardless of being wanted, he had lived well enough; but saving Meng Xiaolong brought misfortune.

The organization members were thoroughly rounded up.

His visible wealth was entirely gone.

Now, he was at risk of losing his life.

The leader felt utterly wretched.

They took painkillers and finally felt better.

Afterward, cleaning up exhausted them.

Yet the leader grew increasingly indignant.

He found some sedatives, and while Meng Xiaolong slept, he drugged him unconscious, then moved him into the villa’s basement.

Living in the villa, with his wealth, resolved some of their issues, but why? If not for Meng Xiaolong, he’d have avoided this suffering.

Now he decided to let Meng Xiaolong fend for himself; he had to suffer more for the leader to feel comfortable.

When Meng Xiaolong woke up, he discovered his protective clothing missing; he was lying on the floor with nothing around but locked doors.

Meng Xiaolong felt overwhelmed; he understood where he was.

Damn it, without the leader, those changes wouldn’t have happened; if not for them, he wouldn’t have operated such a lab.

And dared to drag him here.

Meng Xiaolong shouted for a long time without a response; soon that deep-seated pain returned.

He started rolling around again.

This time, without protective clothing, he clashed into walls, bleeding profusely.

Blood was flowing incessantly, and combined with the pain, it wasn’t long before Meng Xiaolong died.

After all, the blood within a human body is finite.

When the leader saw Meng Xiaolong’s remains through the basement’s iron door gap, he was shocked.

Life is better than a good death; from this day on, the leader became even more cautious.

But the painkillers stopped working by the third day.

The pain intensified.

Several times, the leader fainted from the agony; afraid of biting through his lip, he stuffed a small towel in his mouth.

By the sixth day, descending from the third floor, the pain hit abruptly at the staircase.

He tumbled down the stairs.

Despite protective clothing, his face and hands bled from impacts.

Naturally, the leader followed Meng Xiaolong’s path.

Li Shuning, meanwhile, sneered and returned home.

With Meng Xiaolong resolved, it was time to claim the justice that was owed.

Some people were living quite comfortably.

Cinderella had become the wealthy man’s girlfriend; they were inseparable and blissful.

That woman probably never regretted a thing, and that fiancé was likely quite satisfied.

Li Shuning, now a relative of the Li Family, wasn’t recognized by those two when she appeared before them, thanks to her disguise.