"We can't merge too early; doing so holds no meaning. We must first understand the three areas before we can escape."
Thinking of this, Wen Xishu finally chose to open his mouth. He looked as though he couldn't think, his gaze vacant, only hesitating slightly as he opened his mouth.
The male doctor scrutinized him for a while:
"Seems like I was overthinking. The drug is taking effect."
The instant the white pill dissolved at the back of his tongue, the ceiling suddenly became covered with vein-like patterns.
Wen Xishu wanted to scream, but found his vocal cords had become waterlogged cotton.
The woman dabbed the corner of Wen Xishu's mouth with a cotton swab to remove the drug stain. Wen Xishu saw something bizarre—there was a suture on the woman's neck, and something moving under the skin.
Them.
Although he didn't know exactly what these doctors were, it was certain they weren't human.
