Special Forces Medic

"If you're buying and selling here, after this person's stomach is removed, you can examine his kidneys." Words from JAZZ's mouth came out with an almost inhuman cruelty.

More footsteps echoed in the corridor, a man who appeared very Sven burst in, rushed to the patient lying down, and pressed his fingers against the patient's abdomen. With intensity, the injured femoral artery spurted blood outward.

"Is this person still alive?" Xiao Lin wanted to scoff at this foolish question but was pulled to the back by Consort Ling.

"Just got him, can it be used?" JAZZ inquired, indifferent whether the person was dead or alive; as soon as the buyer nodded, he would immediately collect the money.

The Sven man meticulously examined the injured person's whole body, focusing on the internal organs. The main cause of the massive bleeding was a knife wound at the thigh's root, with the major artery bleeding out. Other injuries were superficial, not touching the internal organs. If the abdominal artery wound was sutured now, there would be a slim chance for survival.

Xiao Lin quietly discussed the possibility of saving the patient with Consort Ling, while also hoping the Sven man would show a bit of compassion. But he was mistaken; on this human organ black market, compassion was not for sale.

"The internal organs are intact and usable." After finishing the check, the Sven man took off his white gloves, nodded to the person behind him: "Bring the equipment from the car, and then place your lady in room number three."

Listening to this tone, Xiao Lin couldn't help but frown and settled into silence. He was familiar with the environment here and the room numbers, but JAZZ's existence was just something he was aware of.

"The contract can be signed now."

The Sven man exited the room with his briefcase first and proceeded directly to JAZZ's office. He didn't even glance at Xiao Lin and his group standing in the corner, treating the presence of these strangers as no more unusual than any business visitor.

Xiao Lin approached the patient, who had fallen into a deep coma, unaware he was about to become a lamb to the slaughter.

"Is this what black market trading is?" Xiao Lin asked Consort Ling as he stared at the patient: "You didn't tell me the details."

"The black market operates this way. There's a special group that will find nearly dying or severely injured individuals anywhere and transport them to the black market. The living, for sale, are relatively cheap but have a lower success rate. Another type is those bought voluntarily giving organs for money; selling kidneys is common in this source. Black market traders rarely engage in this unless there's urgent need and the buyer offers a high price, making it profitable. The last source is from the dead, who might be prisoners or those who died from illness. These sources are relatively plentiful, although this connection generally operates higher up, rarely at the bottom, requiring overseas imports for cadaver transplants, which have longer cycles and higher costs."

Xiao Lin raised an eyebrow. He had heard about organ trading in the United States long ago but hadn't delved deeply into comprehending its limitations. Today, he gained understanding from Consort Ling's full explanation. He pressed the patient's thigh root, tore off his pant leg, using it as a bandage to tightly suppress the bleeding spot: "I need surgical tools."

"Do you know the consequences of doing this? This person has already been sold. All we can do is wait until they take the organs away, and see if he still lives then."

A person may only conduct one transaction here, meaning once his stomach is replaced, he has no value. If someone kindhearted helps, there might be postoperative treatment and a chance to survive. However, the operator would face risk, usually just dumping him at a designated place, waiting for death before transporting the body to the crematorium for handling.

"Are you joking?" Xiao Lin shouted threateningly in a low voice: "If this person survives the operation, it would be a miracle."

From his dispersed pupils, the person could only live a short while due to massive blood loss, let alone enduring the long surgery of stomach replacement. He would die on the table, or possibly during the transport.

"If he dies on the table, then he becomes a corpse; his internal organs can be sold as cadavers." Consort Ling was not a doctor, had no concept of the ideology of life-saving, but being an Assassin, completing the task was paramount. Therefore he kindly reminded Xiao Lin of their purpose here.

"Since he will certainly die, you can discuss the corpse matters with JAZZ, thus avoiding a month's cycle."

Contradiction! Naked contradiction! Faced with Xiao Lin's ethical choices, he was unable to decide. When faced with the reality, people choose kidneys without hesitation out of necessity, but directly confronting it leads to a sense of guilt from human kindness. Xiao Lin was trapped in this dilemma, saving or not was as painful as two knives piercing his ribs.

The patient muttered in his sleep, emitting a faint moan, pricking Xiao Lin's soft spot, choosing to abandon the slim hope inches away. Consort Ling did not try to persuade him and mostly observed him from the shadows during their brief interaction. It didn't hinder his understanding of Xiao Lin; perhaps this choice was meaningful to Xiao Lin, better than taking out organs.

"What are you doing?" Sven man entered from outside. Wearing a white coat, he appeared almost like a renowned doctor: "I heard you're a doctor too, but please don't casually touch my patients."

The hand stretched out in mid-air was blocked by Sven, he hadn't even touched the wound yet, when he saw him tear away the cloth suppressing the major artery, and blood started gushing out again.

"He's going to die!" Xiao Lin said in a low voice to Sven.

"What?" Sven, who was instructing two people on how to move the patient, didn't catch what he said, so he turned his head and looked at Xiao Lin with inquisitive eyes.

"Have we met before?" After getting a clear look at Sven, Xiao Lin asked.

"Possibly, we're in the same field, it's inevitable we might have crossed paths." Sven pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and then walked out of the room.

The army stretcher was stained with blood, dyeing the military green mattress a dark color. "I think I really have seen this person before." Xiao Lin murmured to himself, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"Are we still going to wait?" Consort Ling pointed at her watch, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and things might have already started on the other side.

Xiao Lin suddenly burst into laughter: "Even the heavens don't want to save you, there's nothing I can do either."

"I understand!" Consort Ling understood Xiao Lin's meaning, he couldn't hinder his decision, if they didn't let him take the kidney today, who knows what problems might arise next.

"I'll handle the negotiation work next, don't anger JAZZ, if you want to take the kidney source."

Xiao Lin nodded, he handed it over to Consort Ling without any objections, he didn't care about the price, at the moment he was far more interested in room number three than the process of negotiating with that JAZZ.

The person needing an organ was a girl, judging from the golden hair falling off the bed, she should be of European descent, the natural hair color is fundamentally different from dyed hair, and Sven was busy inside.

Room number three looked twice as large as the other rooms, with wooden boards partitioning off a relatively clean environment, using the scent of natural wood to dilute the rusty smell of steel that had become rusted from years of dampness.

The patient was laid flat on what looked like a stretcher, supported by a table built from wooden stakes, covered with a layer of white cotton cloth, there were no infusion bottles, no antibiotics, the limbs twitched unnaturally, Xiao Lin knew this person was about to die.

Unclear about the person's age, just felt pity. Sven was a meticulous person, his medical equipment even included a suggested dust cover, though such things were of little use, they could still come in handy in harsh environments.

Xiao Lin knew about this dust cover, extremely troublesome to install and remove, so he seldom used it when accompanying Dragon Soul with the special forces, Dragon Soul had its own dust cover, much simpler than this one, but he still found it troublesome.

After preparing all the work, Sven noticed Xiao Lin standing at the door, without saying much, he just nodded and then slipped inside the dust cover, looking at the person left aside, the difference was like heaven and earth.

A burly man took off his coat, walked out of the dust cover with his hands wearing medical gloves, Xiao Lin glanced at the time, altogether it took fifteen minutes from anesthesia to dissection, such time could be considered swift, comparable to his own, which made him regard Sven a bit more seriously.

"You can come in and watch." Sven invited Xiao Lin, who remained on the periphery, wearing a mask, from his view, Xiao Lin couldn't see any emotion, he seemed very calm and reserved.

"I'd rather see how you take out this person's stomach." This was a genuine statement, as a doctor saving a patient, there was essentially no difference, mostly involving personal habits and quirks, he in fact wanted to see the expression of this person as he removed a living person's stomach.

Sven seemed to be smiling, but beneath the large mask, it was hard to see any change in the corners of his mouth.

With swift motions, he tore open the patient's clothing, revealing the frail body, lying flat accentuating the person's small and thin frame, the concave abdomen lacked muscles and excess flesh, like a layer of skin wrapped around bones, this kind of physique was favored by medical professionals, less greasy fat allowed for more accurate slicing and faster procedural control. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations, monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation.)