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Sonia looked at Victor one more time after she heard his answer, but didn't say anything. Babur turned around after Sonia and Victor left his secret base. He was wearing a red robe, which was nothing like the doctor's white coat. The color was as enchanting as blood, and his silver hair was shining, and together, he didn't look human at all. He lifted his eyebrows, and a hint of cold murder flashed through his eyes. Babur went back to Dixon's room again. When he pushed the door and went in, he saw Dixon lying in bed like a corpse. Babur frowned. "How did you make yourself like this?"noveldrama

"I irritated her," Dixon answered in a low voice. There were several napkins near Dixon's hand covered with blood. Babur realized Dixon must have wiped off a lot. Dixon gasped for breath and laughed. Babur frowned immediately. "Slow down! There are 4 liters of blood in a person's body. You can cough it out slowly. I just hope you won't die in the middle of a sentence."

Dixon almost fainted with fury as he heard Babur's sarcasm. He clutched his waist and said, "Sonia hit my kidney when I was trying to touch her."

Babur's expression shifted. He called his men to help Dixon up. "I'll give you a full examination later. Don't startle me! Where should I find a second kidney for you?"

Dixon was pleased by his reaction. "Then give me yours."

"Stop daydreaming! I am just going to watch you die." Babur smiled and licked his lips, "I will take good care of your beloved Sonia for you."

Dixon coughed violently, so angry that he could not speak smoothly, "You bastard! If you dare to touch Sonia, I'll hunt you down even if I died!"

"It's getting weird. I was just joking," Babur calmed Dixon down. Babur's men came in, and they moved Dixon to a movable operating bed. Babur turned to get gloves. "You need to inject rejection drugs. When was the last time this happened?"

"A month ago."

"That's not so bad," Babur put on his mask and said with a muffled voice, "After all, you coughed blood once a week before, remember? Now you are coughing once a month. Love is magical. I guess I have to put Sonia on your bedside table to prevent you from coughing blood."

Dixon's head was filled with concerns and fears as he was lying on the operating table, and then he was amused by Babur's comments. "Are all doctors playful like you?"

"No, only the master of medicine like me can be so arbitrary."

Babur pulled out a small scalpel from his sleeve. The blade was cold and sharp, "I can save people. I can also kill people. And I am not that kind of doctor who saves lives and helps people like Lenard."

"You are not a good example for the kids who want to practice medicine," Dixon reacted. He felt his waist hurting again and hissed with pain He wanted to cover it but found that he had lost all of his strength. "OK, that's enough. You are not going to die. If you are really going to die, covering it with your hands won't help!"

Dixon was silent for a while, and blurted out, "Can say these kinds of words? It sounds informal!"

"I am informal," Babur and his men

pushed Dixon into his private

inside was

operating room. The equipment even more advanced than the most expensive hospitals outside. Some drugs were banned by the state, but they were displaced in Babur's base like they were in an exhibition. They didn't seem

dangerous at all.

Dixon felt a needle stuck into his artery, and then Babur injected anesthetics into glucose. He calculated the dose according to Dixon's weight, and slowly pushed the drug into glucose.

A cold chill hit Dixon, and he felt that the blood in his body was turning cold. Something flooded into his veins. He wanted to whine about the feeling of being injected with anesthetics was too suffering, but the next second, he lost consciousness.

Babur stood in the operating room, pulled out the needle, and the cold light of metal flashed by his sight. Someone whispered in his ear, "Shall we continue, Mr. Wilson?"

"Yeah," Babur answered with a low voice.