CRIMINAL DOCTORS
Author: Liam Michael
last update2025-02-11 03:42:41

A digital map appeared before him, leading him to the direction he was supposed to enter.

He hid outside the ward to listen.

“Doctor? Where are you taking him to?” An elderly woman who was looking after her grandson on the opposite bed asked, interrupting the doctors who were about to wheel the boy away in a gurney.

“Oh! His condition flared up again. He needs to go into the operating room immediately.”

“Ah? Poor boy. His sister has been all over the place, trying to raise money for his
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    Villa number seven. Murong Wuque woke up with a start. His body was drenched with sweat and his heart was pounding erratically. He instinctively reached for Alvin’s position on the bed, it was cold. Alvin hadn't returned yet and it was already morning. Normally, Alvin came back before four, no matter how hard the mission was. This time, he was nowhere to be found, filling him with dread. He just had a terrible dream. A dream that chilled his heart and filled it with dread. Murong Wuque noticed that his hands were trembling and he clasped them together, hiding them beneath the blankets. He slowly got down from the bed on unsteady feet, and made his way to the verandah. The fresh air hit his face, blowing his long silver hair backwards. Alvin didn't collapse on the balcony, or anywhere close. He didn't need to look to know. He always felt Alvin's presence, like some sick perverted instinct. Memories of the dream flashed before him again, and he felt his vision blur. Muffl

  • Hit from the dark

    His expression showed nothing but Alvin's ability at reading emotions had significantly improved. His guess was that this super computer was connected to a larger monitoring room. The professor could assume that the people in the control room would see his strange reflection, and send backup. But Alvin didn't plan to stay long enough. “System, can you help me hack the code?” “Nope. But I can help you copy his memories. Just this once though, this can't be used many times.” A chip transmitter appeared in Alvin’s hand and he stuck it to the man's neck. The man felt electric shocks wrecking his body. He screamed. “You bastard, what are you doing to me?” A warm liquid rose to the professor's chest, and he felt his head splitting. Ants seemed to be eating away at his brain, pulling down the barrier around his spiritual sea. If this continued, he might go crazy with pain. “If you want me to stop, unlock the computer and don't play tricks. If you dare to send a code, or call for

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    Alvin instinctively squatted down with lightning speed, his heart pounding. “You should be preparing for the test session, why are you all still sitting lazily?” One of them barked, displeasure coloring his face on seeing everyone in relaxed blissful postures. Alvin exhaled in relief, he didn't seem to have noticed him. The two people behind the young man who seemed to be the professor continued talking about the new elixir, while the professor watched the rest of the staff. Alvin looked at the little bundle in his arms. The child woke up due to Alvin's fast movement as he squatted down, but he didn't cry, just looking up at him. “Good boy.” He muttered and carefully lowered the child into the makeshift cot in the storage space. He watched the kid to check if he would cry. Seeing that it didn't show any sign of discomfort due to the strange environment, he returned to the task at hand. His anesthetic gun materialised in his hand. Earlier, Alvin inadvertently discovered th

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    Alvin searched through his inventory and found a little energy pill suitable for babies. It was just like vitamins, filling and milky. He wore sterile gloves on top of his black leather gloves, and one of the capsules appeared in his hand. He would have loved to feed the baby with milk, but he couldn't carry the child up without others noticing. He was invisible, the baby wasn't. Later, once it was safer, he would find something better for the kid to drink. But for now, this would have to do. It was a special elixir he made from the water of a divine tree. It was different from other spiritual trees and fruits in the sense that it was mild, and slow acting, suitable for babies. It released nutrients over a long period of time, preventing bloating and energy deviating, which might lead to complications. He tiptoed towards the baby, careful not to brush against the people chatting around the table. He looked around, making sure no one was paying attention to the child and adj

  • lab of abomination 2

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