hotmtlnovel Chapter 515 I'll treat you to fish
Chapter 515 I'll treat you to fish
Hideto Kuroki turned around and walked to the instrument table, picking up a long-handled pair of foreign object forceps.
Separate your left hand and hold the pliers in your right hand.
The pliers probed inside for about five seconds before finding its target.
Hideto Kuroki adjusted the angle slightly, clamped it, and then began to pull it outward.
The first one is out.
It is about the size of an egg, irregularly shaped, and covered with a layer of grayish-green mucus.
The moment the layer of mucus was exposed to air, its color rapidly changed from grayish-green to dark brown.
Hidetoshi Kuroki's eyes began to redden.
That smell was unlike any he had ever smelled before.
It transcends the concept of "stink" and directly attacks the part of his brain responsible for survival instincts.
His body was telling him: Get out of here, this smell will kill you.
He did not leave.
He firmly held the pliers and placed the first piece into the plate.
The second piece. The third piece. The fourth piece.
With each additional piece taken out, the smell in the air doubled.
By the fifth piece, Hidetoshi Kuroki's tears were flowing uncontrollably.
His stomach was churning.
His throat was contracting.
He opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
That was the biggest mistake he made today.
The air rushed directly from his mouth into his throat, carrying the stench of rotting fish, which had been concentrated tenfold, and surged down into his lungs.
His brain short-circuited.
Kuroki Hideto's body suddenly lurched forward.
He turned his head and looked at the trash can next to the inspection bed.
"vomit--"
He vomited in front of the patient.
Continuous, violent vomiting, as if trying to turn my stomach inside out and empty it.
The middle-aged man on the bed turned ashen-faced, his previously restrained expression completely replaced by rage.
He suddenly sat up straight, his fierce aura fully unleashed:
"What do you mean by this?!" he roared angrily.
"As a doctor, how could you vomit in front of a patient? Are you implying I'm dirty or disgusting?"
His chest heaved violently as he glared intently at the disheveled Kuroki Hideto:
"They have absolutely no professional ethics or medical integrity whatsoever!"
"Since you're so disgusted by it, then eat all the rotten fish on your plate!"
Hideto Kuroki was stunned.
A trace of gastric juice clung to the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red-rimmed, and tears mixed with bodily secretions, blurring his vision.
The middle-aged man's roaring voice buzzed in his ears, each word like a needle piercing his consciousness, but it took him several seconds to fully understand the meaning of those words.
...Eat it?
He glanced at the few pieces of food on the plate.
The grayish-green slime had completely oxidized to a dark brown, with a putrid sheen on the surface, and the texture of fish flesh could still be vaguely seen.
He straightened up, using all his strength to suppress the nausea still churning in his stomach, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
You've misunderstood.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a sour and bitter taste rose in his throat, which he swallowed back forcefully.
"I vomited, not because of what was removed from your body."
"It's my own problem; I have chronic gastritis."
"I've been seeing patients for several hours straight today. I haven't eaten anything, so I have too much stomach acid. The change in position during the procedure triggered an acute gastric spasm."
"As a doctor, I apologize for my lapse in composure. Please forgive me."
silence.
The middle-aged man stared at him strangely.
On that ashen face, the anger did not subside; instead, it slowly, little by little, transformed into something else.
interesting.
He could smell the fear emanating from the doctor in front of him.
The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, a slow, scrutinizing laugh.
"Stomach spasms." The middle-aged man repeated, his tone clearly mocking. "You've been seeing patients for several hours straight, it must be tiring, Dr. Kuroki."
He glanced at the name tag on Kuroki Hideto's chest.
A dense black aura suddenly erupted from his body, swirling in the air above the consultation room, instantly locking the entire space in a chilling, oppressive atmosphere.
I'm giving you two choices.
"First, finish everything on your plate. Second—"
He tilted his head slightly, a small movement, yet it carried a chilling casualness.
"I'll devour you right now and turn you into a lump of defense inside my body."
Kuroki Hidetoshi's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body froze completely.
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Studio:
"No!!!!!!!!!"
"Do not eat this!!!"
"Life is precious, but dignity is priceless, Xiuren!"
"You're the arrogant president of the detective agency, aren't you?!"
"We would rather die than surrender! We would rather die than surrender! We would rather die than surrender!"
"Fight it!!"
"But...can he really win...?"
"Even if you can't beat them, you can't just eat shit!!!"
"That's a fish, not poop."
"Tell me the difference between fish pulled from your rectum and feces!!"
"If you eat this, Hidetoshi Kuroki, I'll unfollow you immediately."
"He'll eat it, I bet a hundred dollars."
"No way, he's Hidetoshi Kuroki. He'd rather die than do something like that."
"Look, his hands are shaking; he's scared."
"Of course! Wouldn't you be afraid if you were in my shoes?"
"It's all over, it's all over, it's all over!"
"..."
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The consultation room was silent for about three seconds.
Then Hideto Kuroki moved.
He turned around, walked to the instrument table, and picked up a pair of surgical forceps.
Then he walked back to the plate and bent down.
The surgical forceps reached for the largest piece in the dish.
The moment the pliers touched the surface of the object, its outer membrane broke, and a dark brown liquid seeped out.
Kuroki Hideto paused for a moment, then picked up the object again and held it in front of him.
Hideto Kuroki closed his eyes.
He opened his mouth.
I put that thing in.
The instant his tongue touched that slippery outer membrane, his brain emitted a sharp, silent scream.
He didn't chew, nor did he dare to chew, and swallowed the whole thing whole.
The muscles in my throat were squeezing and spasming desperately, forcing it down.
It went down.
But the flavor didn't go away.
Its texture didn't go down.
Every millimeter it slid down the esophagus felt like a living worm crawling inside his body.
Kuroki Hideto's tears welled up again, this time completely uncontrollably.
He didn't stop.
The surgical forceps reached towards the second piece, the third piece, the fourth piece...
He put the pieces into his mouth one by one and swallowed them one by one without pausing, because he knew that once he stopped, he would never be able to continue.
The plate is empty.
Hideto Kuroki squatted down on the ground, still clutching the surgical forceps in his hand, his knuckles white.
He was completely unaware that the liquid seeping from the plate had gotten onto the sleeves of his white coat.
His face was covered in tears, his nose was red, and his lips were slightly purple from trying to suppress his nausea.
He just squatted there, motionless, like a machine that had completely crashed after being overloaded.
The sticky, slippery feeling lingered in his throat, and his stomach churned silently, but he forced himself not to feel it.
One second. Two seconds.
He only loosened his grip on the surgical forceps once his breathing became controllable again.
Slowly stand up and place the surgical forceps back on the instrument table...