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Meikuhiru Towers
"LET ME OUT OF HERE! Take me back to my room—NOW!" The patient cursed, his voice a volatile mix of anger and desperation, as the gurney rattled toward the operating room.
"Patient 012016 is prepped and ready for extraction, Doctor!" Announced the scrub nurse with professional detachment.
Dr. Saito, the head surgeon, scrutinized the young man with a calm but assessing gaze as he loomed over the gurney.
"Please!" The patient begged, his voice trembling. "Just let me go. I won't say anything—I swear. Please!"
Dr. Saito sighed, his expression unreadable. "Place him on the table." He instructed firmly.
Two male orderlies unfastened the shackled restraints securing the young man to the gurney. With practiced efficiency, they lifted him and transferred him onto the operating table. The patient struggled futilely as his limbs were immediately restrained again with reinforced bindings.
"I have nothing left for you to take—" The young man cried out, his voice breaking. "I can't even perform basic functions anymore. What more do you want from me?"
Ignoring the pleas, the nurse approached the operating console and activated a lever. The table rotated smoothly into a vertical position, exposing the patient's body for easier surgical access from multiple angles.
"Prepare the site." Dr. Saito instructed.
Nurse Yamamoto moved to a sterile counter, slipping on gloves with precision. She retrieved alcohol wipes, gauze, and a 21-gauge microaccess needle from designated drawers before arranging them neatly on the instrument tray adjacent to the operating table.
"This might feel a little cold..." She remarked dryly as she stepped behind the restrained patient.
He hissed in irritation as the alcohol-soaked wipe brushed against the nape of his neck. Without hesitation, Nurse Yamamoto expertly guided the needle, puncturing the skin with practiced precision and carefully inserting it into the vertebral artery.
The patient winced but said nothing more, his resistance replaced by a chilling resignation.
Nurse Yamamoto adjusted the tubing with a steady hand, though a hint of hesitation lingered in her movements. "Doctor Saito, are you certain the patient is suitable? This is the third extraction this month. We might risk rupture."
Dr. Saito leaned over the patient, his eyes scanning the readings on the nearby monitor. "The artery is intact, and the flow is controlled—" He said calmly. "This is well within tolerable parameters. Proceed."
She paused for a moment, her fingers hovering over the tube. "Understood..." She replied, her voice tinged with concern. "But if the gene remnant reacts violently again, containment might be compromised."
Dr. Saito shifted his gaze to meet hers, his expression unflinching. "It won't—" He said firmly. "We've refined the extraction method since the last incident. Focus on your task, Nurse Yamamoto."
With a reluctant nod, she adjusted her gloves and returned her attention to the patient. "Placing the tube now." She announced. "Prepare the chamber."
Dr. Saito moved closer, his sharp eyes following every detail. "Once the flow begins, monitor for discoloration. If it reacts as expected, notify me immediately. This sample is critical."
Nurse Yamamoto exhaled softly, steadying her hands as she positioned the tube. "Understood. Starting the transfer now."
As she connected the tube, Dr. Saito's voice cut through the quiet hum of the room. "And, Nurse..." He said, his tone sharpening. "No mistakes. We can't afford any deviations."
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