Chapter. 23. Heirs of Gedroits, Field (8)
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Fields – Clap!
Weeeeeee!
This sound is the sound of a large circular saw blade hanging from a rail on the ceiling moving in a room with a somewhat eerie feel with green cloth and bright lights.
“Hold your chin well. “If you struggle, ‘that thing’ will break in two.”
“That sounds really nice to hear.”
This was a conversation between an old man in a surgical gown and a large man smoking a cigarette in front of the operating table, and
“Eup!” Eup-eup-eup-eup! “Errrr!!”
This was the sound of a man gagged and bound with titanium alloy chains on an operating table screaming in fear.
At first glance, this scene seems like a scene from a B-grade splatter movie, but surprisingly, it is a scene with an injured patient, his best friend, and a kind doctor who performed surgery for them without delay even though he was busy.
This scene, which seems somewhat nonsensical, is explained by the fact that the doctor’s name is ‘Woojin’. He was a top-level trauma surgeon and an expert in mutant dissection, and this operating table was often used for dissecting ‘living’ mutants, so it was full of titanium chains and quick-freeze fixtures.
Hey-Kaga Aak!
“Ubuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu up up up) there out there up-!!!”
“Chin ridge. You guys look at me so easily… The person in front of you is the director of a general hospital, the owner of the largest black market in District 47, and a great person who is leading the development of a new technology called Mute Tech, right? Are you going to keep making chores out of this kind of bullshit?”
Push!
“Turn off#(*$@&*#@@@
!!! ”
? What is it? Did someone pick it and shake off a gold nugget?”
“Teeth. There were a lot of people who got in my way, so I came to relieve myself.” “Oh, that’s good. I can use it at the dentist.”
Ian and Woojin pick up the raw teeth that spilled out of the smashed victim’s mouth. While we were exchanging words and creating a friendly atmosphere, the professor was thinking about what on earth these two crazy people were doing to my body.
‘I would never perform surgery on this scale, right?’ From
what I learned, my medical knowledge was at the level of an emergency rescue. Although it was nothing more than a sense of his body disintegrating, he was confident that he knew better than any other living being. Although he
was stabbed by a deadly weapon called an arc knife, his body was extremely strong, a type 3 variant body, and was at the level of the body in the game. Even though he may not have reached his level, he had a certain degree of slow recovery as a mutated body that follows the form of his spirit. Even if the Vex had rolled his eyes in the first place, there was no way they could have attacked him to the extent of threatening his life, right? Of course, he had avoided his organs and hit the center of his back muscles. They just gave him a knife.
Immediately, blood was leaking from his back and the part that was struck by electricity was throbbing, so he came to Woojin with the intention of getting first aid. When Yeongtaeng saw him, his eyes sparkled and he said something to Ian and said, ‘For large variants only. Isn’t it like putting them in a place like an ‘operating room’ and cutting them into pieces alive?
Drip-drip-
The liquid dripping through the IV is an animal anesthetic with a large skull mark on it at a glance.
Ripple, trickle-
The sound of water next to it is water. Rather, it is the sound of the blood leaking out of the tube embedded in his thigh being caught in a large plastic container.
Squeak, click!
This is a treatment that would have been done by suturing the hard outer skin, but by sawing open the skin of the entire back and cutting the spine and surrounding area. It sounds like it’s becoming a major surgery where all sorts of things are taken care of!
‘Are you planning to kill me? Old man Woojin…! What on earth did I do… wrong?’
And the professor remembered. For him, it was about 28 years ago, but for Woojin, it was only a week ago.
They set out to clean up the trash in the black market, and at the end, the tank driven by Ian crosses the black market and fires an exciting bombardment into the center of it.
Black market merchants lost their livelihood thanks to a sinkhole-like hole in the middle of the black market and tanks entering, trampling all kinds of shops and stalls.
After that incident, the people involved in the accident jumped out without looking back, saying they were going on a week-long trip to the wasteland, and thanks to that, Woojin had to deal with all the post-processing of the black market that was completely destroyed, such as the complaints of merchants who suddenly had all their means of doing business destroyed.
There is. Personal grudges.
The professor tried to suppress the rising fear and calmly think about how he could stop the crazy doctor who was humming and slitting his back in a situation where his mouth was sealed and his body was restrained…
“Hmm. Come to think of it, this guy has two hearts, right? I heard it increased by one when it mutated, right? Chin ridge. “Do you need two engines in your car?”
“I guess not? “If the output of one side is sufficient, it is not necessary.”
“yes? Wouldn’t it be okay to remove one? “At best, it would only amount to heart attack insurance.”
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“Ugh! Wow! Ugh! Uvuuuuuup!!!”
Failed. Why did I forget? What made the cold handsome man Ian Desmont the most crazy man in the wasteland, Metal-Joe, is because the cold handsome man learned from this crazy doctor.
Struggling! Hilarious!
Fortunately, Professor Park’s hybrid variant body had considerably higher specifications than the regular variant, and although escape was not possible, this desperate struggle was enough to interfere with the surgery.
“This guy. Why are you being so cruel? “I’m doing this for a reason, so just be quiet.”
“Huh?!”
“Maybe it’s because he’s so good at talking, but even if he covers his mouth, the meaning is conveyed.” “Could it have been like that for a reason? “I just thought I’d give this guy a quick look because he’s such a dick.”
“Damn. Even if I am a wild beast, a doctor is a doctor, you idiot.”
Buzz, buzz, click!
Woojin took pictures of my half-dissected back with something like a large imaging device and wrote down various things with a pen.
“This is a body that has stopped in the process of becoming a type 3 mutant. “No one knows exactly what the condition is, right?”
“Uh… Don’t you know Dom?”
“No, at least the cooperation materials I requested contained a lot of idiotic speculation. Professor Park is, so to speak, like a patient with a unique genetic constitution. The fact that no one knows exactly about a patient’s physical characteristics means that no one can accurately take the necessary action when a patient is injured. This guy seems to have a hobby of regularly cutting himself to death, so I need to be aware of it. I was planning to call them and open them here and there, but they came to me on their own, so I’m doing it now. Did you understand? “Chin ridge?”
“Sniff. “As I’ve gotten older, I can at least understand that I’ve become a calmer inspiration than before.”
“Did you understand, Professor Park?”
“….Okay.”
I just understood. Once again, I feel sorry for treating this true doctor on the same level as Metal Joe, whose cranial nerves have all been replaced by peripheral nerves.
okay. It’s not anyone else, it’s old man Woojin. He is an old man who knows all about my ugly and good times, from the days when I was surviving in a barren wasteland to the times when I regularly went to get medication for depression. That person is a bit tsundere and doesn’t say everything, but there must be a reason for everything he does…
“Change the blood tank. I don’t know how the bone marrow was formed, but the blood keeps coming out. “Place the new ones and put these labels on the empty ones.”
“What about that? Let’s see… [Intermediate type 3 variant blood dome for research cooperation department] [For black market sale]…?”
“….town?”
yes? what? For sale? It’s not for the purpose of worrying about the patient’s condition?
As both I, who was tied to the operating table, and Ian, who was fiercely holding on to it, looked at me with dumbfounded expressions, Woojin held up the medical lever as if he were proud and said,
“why? What’s wrong? “As a doctor, I understand the patient’s condition, as an authority on variant biology, I collect the highest value specimens possible, and as a black market owner, I don’t pass up scarce goods?”
“Ugh!”
“hmm. So, Professor Park, the reason he cut this guy to pieces was not because of the patient’s condition, but because he wanted to give gifts to the people he worked with and sell them for free?”
“Aren’t all three good reasons? As you get older, it’s important to focus your life well, right? Do you remember the last BDSM black market terror attack? “Do I look like someone who will be deprived of compensation?”
“Oh, that’s right. Since I will definitely be spending a lot of money in one way or another in the future, it would be better to repay in kind rather than reimbursing me right away. Hehehe! As expected, it’s Old Man Woojin! “It’s the quack I knew!”
“Kuuuuuu! “What could change more than dying at this age?”
Ouch! Save people! Two maniacs cut people into pieces and sell them! Vex! Dana! President! Hyde! Argh!
“Ugh! town! Ugh!”
No matter how much I scream, the only people who listen are the two lunatics in front of the operating table.
As I became more and more dazed due to anemia and anesthesia, I fell asleep, brooding over my resentment toward Rabbit, who had started this entire division.
I hope that the last roar I heard was not the sound that broke my bones.
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People, people, people – rattle!
“Lisa! Put him in the recovery room! “There are a lot of beggars in the neighborhood who go crazy trying to hold hands, so make it as quiet and safe as possible!”
“Yes, teacher!”
In the end, Professor Park lost consciousness due to anemic shock, and there is no way to know what happened after that in the operating room, which made noise like an automated factory.
The two people, covered in blood, pushed the blood-soaked operating table, handed over the unconscious Professor Park to the nurse, and sat down in the lounge exhausted.
Snap Pong!
Grumbling!
Phew-
“Chin rim. “Give me one too.”
“Urajil. I’ve never seen him take a cigarette out of his pocket. “Are you a stingy person, or is there a puncture in your head that you can’t even carry a cigarette?”
“Rather than smoking something bad for your health, I decided to smoke something more delicious. “Is there anything in the world as delicious as the cigarette you get?”
“The ideology was rotten.”
Swish!
“You worked hard. “A man who is not physically fit does not hesitate to do such hard labor.”
“That’s all you need to know, you idiot.”
Woojin, who caught Ian’s thrown cigarette pack with agility befitting his age, laughed when he saw that the pack was full of cigarettes he had rolled himself. Even though he said it like that, he knew that Ian liked cigarettes that he made himself, so he prepared it in advance.
Tsk-dud-
duk-
huu-huuuu-
For a moment, only the burning flames and the sound of sighs passed quietly in the small lounge.
“…What can I do? “That guy.”
“It’s not good.”
What on earth was he doing inside the interface? Now he can see the world through his own eyes.
This is a story about a horse being able to put a horse to sleep, which was still fine even when electricity was applied near its cervical spine and an anesthetic that could put an elephant to sleep was used, but only after enough blood had been drawn from the horse to cause hypoglycemic shock.
While Woojin took out all the medical opinions and X-ray photos, Ian thought about Bex, who would be listening to the sound by holding onto the communicator connected to him.
“muscle. skeleton. long time. “The skin has already surpassed human standards.”
“You can tell just by looking at it. 170 The human at the edge grew to 5 meters, then 3 meters, and then shrunk to 2 meters. “Isn’t that how I’m returning to my original human self?”
“No. “It is my opinion that it is rapidly approaching a variant.”
Huuu –
Through the thick cigarette smoke, I saw Ian with his forehead buried in one hand.
“Blood is also different from that of humans. It’s still being tested, but my hormone levels are at a level where, like a normal human, something would have broken down immediately. What about the amount of blood he pours out? He had already lost all the blood that a body like that could possibly produce, but he was still conscious and struggling. This means that even the hematopoietic stem cells in the bone marrow have completely mutated. He literally mutated down to his bones-”
“So what!”
Quang!
Woojin did not blame Ian for his rudeness. He was a doctor, and it was also a doctor’s duty to convey the results of the examination to the patient’s family.
“….head. What you see in front of you right now is Professor Park, but in fact, everything except what’s inside the head can be said to be a type 3 variant. Perhaps even that will change one day. After the incident in Area 38, Professor Park’s body did not improve at all. “It’s just that the progress was delayed due to various absurd factors.”
“Damn it, damn it….”
Cheezy!
A sharp noise came out from the communication device Ian was holding. It was probably the terminal of the communication device that Vex threw away in frustration.
“…How much is left?”
“No one knows.”
“how much. “Are there any left?”
“…It won’t be long.”
Craddangtang!
Eventually, Ian’s patience reached its limit.
“Young Master, you are a doctor! A great doctor, not just any doctor! Even a guy whose entire jaw was blown off was saved! Even a nurse who looked like Lisa, who had her arms and legs cut off, was saved! Isn’t he a great guy who even makes living, writhing prosthetic limbs? What are you missing? At the very least, cut out the unusable part like you did with that bastard’s chest! “If I replace everything except the head, somehow-!”
“Ashfield. “You’ve changed so much.”
Woojin’s calm eyes look at him who has lost his temper. Ian saw that there were more of the same emotions inside him.
Ian let go of the collar of the old man, who was light as he had no legs.
He knows it too. There are many things in the world that will not change no matter how hard you try.
However, there are some facts in the world that we do not want to admit, even if they are revealed before our eyes.
His wife, whom he had promised to spend the rest of his life with, died in an explosion right in front of his eyes.
His daughter, who had sworn to live for her, was hanging in the arms of his wife who was dying in an explosion.
Or, a friend who thought he was finally getting his life back after going through a lot of hardships is saying that he doesn’t have much time left to live.
Chiik chik! Tick tick!
“This is a world that will be consumed by this pestilence.”
Ian threw away the empty lighter and held his head with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
“that. “They said it changes according to the shape of the host’s spirit.”
“Based on what is known.”
“When that guy gets frustrated in that damn game, he turns into a monster and destroys everyone.”
“okay. I also watched those videos for research. “It seemed likely that if the professor’s emotions reached extremes, the mutant virus would become greatly activated.”
“…As I said in advance in the message, Professor, that guy found a raptor. A war could break out at any moment. And if a war breaks out… it will definitely be overdone.”
Ian wasn’t stupid. From all perspectives, it was clear that something Raptor was hiding so damn well had to be found and disrupted even a second before it had any effective results.
However, if such a large-scale war breaks out… Professor Park’s condition will inevitably worsen. At breakneck speed. To a level that can never be reversed.
“Chin ridge.”
“why.”
“Don’t even think about opposing it like an idiot, just tell me you agree. “Of course we have to hit the raptor.”
“Inspiration. Is your head not working because you’re old? Don’t you know what will happen to that guy if that happens? Or… are you thinking of just throwing it away because ‘there is nothing we can do about it’?”
“It looks like you were so crazy about gunpowder that everything inside exploded and turned into a mess,”
Woojin said, looking at Ian, who was glaring at him with the intention of hitting him.
“Professor Park, the guy who conquered the world with that stupid head, didn’t he think of what we all know? “I really don’t know which is the right answer, preparing for war right now and chasing down the raptors, or growing up leisurely and waiting for them to attack, so I’m just asking around.”
“…That guy isn’t perfect.”
“I met Rabbit before I came here. You said you met to talk about the war, but did you really talk about it seriously? In the message you sent, you said you only heard pros and cons and ended? “If that guy really wanted to know why he was going to war, would he let it go like that?”
“Don’t change your mind. “I’m not in a state to think deeply right now.”
To Ian, who was growling, Woojin spoke in a hollow voice as if to comfort him.
“It’s just like complaining to share the burden.”
“Do you want me to share the burden?”
“okay. It’s like several guards pulling a switch when hanging a death row inmate. “It’s like a complaint asking for a share of the responsibility of starting the death spiral of a war that was already deemed necessary in my head.”
Woojin knows. What is war like? Ian, Professor Park, and everyone alive in the wasteland now know what war is like.
“You… you just got angry at the thought of having to send the professor away, right? “You couldn’t accept the fact that someone precious was leaving your side forever, so you poured out your emotions, right?”
“That’s-”
“War alone is an act that requires me to prepare my mind for everyone I know. The moment it starts, everyone without exception is given a waiting ticket for the Shinigami. Anyone can leave. “Everyone has to say goodbye to everyone else.”
“Even if I start it, I don’t know where it will end, a chain of destruction. Haven’t you experienced it? “Don’t we all know how World War III ended right now?”
Ian was speechless. World War III. The war that destroyed everything in the old world… just ended. Both the side that started the war and the side that fought against it died, leaving no one to announce the end of the war, and it just sank into the thick smoke as if a forest fire was dying out.
Did the people who started the war expect such an end?
Can Professor Park be sure that a war that started like this will not end like that?
“Professor Park has become the starting point of such a war. So… don’t say anything, just agree. Let’s go to war. They scolded me and treated me like an idiot, asking me to worry about such foolish things. “Just like you usually do.”
“Let’s ease the burden of ‘I started the war’ from that guy with so much baggage.”
Cheap!
Woojin, who was full of wrinkles, smiled faintly and held the flickering light of the lighter in front of Ian’s face.
Without a light, Ian could only see the cigarette in his mouth and the small flame fluttering before his eyes.
“…Khehehe. “It’s going to be a disaster.”
Teuddeuddeuk-
woowoo.
Instead of shouting full of anger, the sigh he let out turned into fog and covered his eyes.
“Inspiration.”
“why.”
“I can say hello here in advance. “I have to say hello to that person.”
“Don’t be shy, you bastard.”
“Damn. At some point, ‘you have to prepare your heart for everyone you know.’ “They kept saying the same thing.”
Woojin chuckled and threw a cigarette butt at Ian’s smoking head, then took out a heavy metal case from under his wheelchair.
“Oh, is that what I asked for?”
“no. That’s still in preparation. “This is mine.”
What was inside the case, which opened with a clicking sound, were two prosthetic legs that showed a metallic glow even in the hazy smoke.
“…Do you want to come out? “At that age?”
“I also have no intention of staying in a room like this and only receiving greetings from others. “If we’re going to say hello, let’s do it when the first gunshot rings out on the battlefield.”
“Hehehe, indeed. “With the old man’s temper.”
In the end, Ian ended up laughing again.
With a laugh that could not be laughed out loud and slowly leaked out between the metal jaws, but seemed to die down.
Just like he always smiled like that every time he had to endure the pain he faced.
“Sweet… I was wondering what to sing for that guy’s wedding.”
“I drank a lot of kimchi soup.”
“I thought it was okay now. Now…kehehehe!”
It seemed that the wasteland, as always, did not intend to allow long rest for those who lived on it.
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