Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1068 The Mysterious Oriental Customer

"Dr. White, we clearly said the surgery could be done in a week, why do we have to wait any longer?"

A cold wind blew across the desolate and barren land.

On the second underground floor, there is a spacious and bright ward with a complete living and dining room, comparable to a presidential suite.

A white-haired old man was sitting on the sofa, enjoying a massage from several professional caregivers.

In front of him stood a blond-haired, blue-eyed doctor, who responded with a hint of apology.

"There's been a slight emergency. For your safety, it's best to wait."

"Is there a problem with the kidney source?!"

The old man suddenly became nervous, that was his life!

Doctor White shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with the kidney. We can replace it with a replacement at any time. There's just some unrest outside. But don't worry. The crisis will be resolved by tomorrow evening at the latest."

The old man nodded slightly, and naturally trusted the security protection here.

"Then please arrange it as soon as possible. I have a big order to discuss after this."

"Don't worry, it won't affect your business. The biggest difference between us and other places is that the raw materials are carefully selected. There will definitely be no rejection reaction. You can leave after the operation."

"Okay, got it."

Dr. White led the group out of the ward.

The subordinates accompanying him also made accompanying case records.

This old man was once a newspaper tycoon in the British Empire.

Due to kidney problems and special physical reasons, I have never been able to find a suitable match.

So he came here after being introduced by someone and spent tens of millions to replace a new kidney in order to prolong his life.

Everything here is truly worth the money. There are no excessive red tape and no restrictions from laws or rules. As long as you have enough money, you can get any organ.

There are actually quite a few guests like him in this basement sanatorium, and each of them is powerful and wealthy.

They are the most loyal fans here because they can get healthy here as long as they spend money, and they have so much money that they can't spend it all in several lifetimes.

As for where those organs came from and what methods were used to cure patients, they vaguely knew some inside information, but they did not care and did not want to ask.

Immediately afterwards, Dr. White pushed the door open and walked into a pure white room, where a wealthy and powerful local Brahmin noble was giving a blood transfusion.

The man looked to be around fifty years old, but his actual age was in his sixties, close to seventy.

Doctor White went up to check the blood bag and the data on the blood transfusion instrument, and asked with concern.

"Mr. Weidi, how do you feel this time?"

“It’s like being reborn!”

The man was very excited: "This is my second time coming to you to get a full-body blood transfusion. Each experience is better than the last."

"My friends were all shocked at how much younger I suddenly looked. I didn't look like someone in their sixties or seventies at all. Instead, I looked like someone in their prime."

"Now I can not only dance and drink, but I can even indulge myself in enjoying beautiful women like I did when I was young."

"But there's something I want to ask?"

"You say?"

"There won't be some lowly and despicable genes mixed in this blood, right? You know what I mean. I don't want, and I won't allow, my body to be filled with those filthy things..."

In response to the man's concerns, Dr. White shook his head and said, "You can rest assured that what you use will not be mixed with any despicable elements. We will strictly control the quality."

"The plasma you are receiving now comes from a healthy white male who holds a master's degree in computer science from a prestigious university and possesses exceptional athletic talent."

"You spent so much money, how could we fool you with inferior products?"

The man was very surprised after hearing this: "No wonder I feel that I have been more interested in computers recently. It turns out that this is the reason."

Dr. White briefly chatted with the other party and asked when the payment could be made as soon as possible.

After getting a definite answer, he left the ward and returned to his office.

Turn on the computer, plug in the USB drive, and enter the password before you can access the data inside.

This computer contains a large amount of medical records and treatment records, but none of them can be seen in public.

Since its design and construction, this sanatorium has violated all regulations in the fields of human ethics, international laws, medical treatment, and biological sciences.

But the profits are so terrifying that every year countless rich people come here with real money and try their best to come here to prolong their lives.

A few years ago, a wealthy and powerful man in Southeast Asia was diagnosed with a terminal illness. He should have died early, but he managed to live for another ten years by taking spinal cord extract at a cost of more than two million yuan per injection.

Not long ago, someone had a severed limb reattached with the help of the advanced medical technology here.

Although the matching process is very cruel and bloody, it is definitely not as flexible as the original version after it is continued.

You may even be able to only look at it but not use it; but at least in the eyes of others, you are no longer a "disabled person".

White leaned back in his chair, drank a cup of coffee, then picked up the phone on the table and asked the security guard what the situation was outside.

A cold voice soon rang out from the other end: "The armed forces in the northern town have come under heavy attack. The palace on the sacred mountain has been burned down, and the spiritual child is nowhere to be found."

"The local military has urgently dispatched troops and is ready to capture those guys with all their strength..."

White asked, "Can you catch it?"

The security captain on the other end shook his head: "I don't know."

"So, is our safety guaranteed? You know, there are some high-ranking customers here who are still waiting for treatment."

"You can rest assured. This place was designed with safety in mind, which is why it's hidden deep underground. Not only will the enemy have no chance of finding it, but even if they did, they'd be completely blocked from entering."

"Okay, with your words, I feel relieved."

After hanging up the phone, White felt a little relieved.

This place was founded by the Supreme Being, and some of the treatment methods there are modern improvements to the mysterious Tibetan medical techniques.

While it is weird, bloody and cruel, it also has the advantages and strengths of modern medicine, so it seems like a miracle to others.

Those guys did use this skill to cheat many people and make a lot of gold and silver.

This is also the main reason why this group of people has been able to stir up trouble and gain a lot of support even though they are in exile.

As a core member, White naturally understood all this, but he only cared about making money, and the rest had nothing to do with him.

He informed his subordinates to prepare and give the newspaper tycoon a kidney transplant tonight.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that more than a month ago, there seemed to be a mysterious client from a big oriental country who was prepared to spend 50 million to ask them to treat cases of deep cranial brain damage and brain nerve necrosis?

The other party contacted him in a bar, left a number, and specifically asked him to contact him again in a month.

White was so busy recently that he almost forgot about this matter. It was only now that he remembered it.

"Fifty million, ten points higher, that's five million."

White was very satisfied with the job, even though he had long been expelled from the medical community for lack of medical ethics.

But as long as he can make money, he can completely ignore any moral bottom line.

White took out the note from the drawer and dialed the number on it.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone vibrating came from the partition above my head.

He slowly took the phone away from his ear and looked up at the top of his head in confusion...