Chapter 18: In the laboratory.

Uri doesn't need to wait for a long time. After he woke up, the door of the room opened. In front of the door appeared two men wearing white suits, white shoes, and white hats covering their faces, looking very similar to the clothes of the staff in the laboratory.

They silently entered the room and pushed out the bed that Uri was lying on. It is the type of bed usually used in the hospital emergency room; the four legs of the bed have wheels for easy movement.

Uri looked up at the two men and asked:

"Where are you taking me?"

The two men didn't seem to hear him; they didn't answer but silently pushed the bed along a corridor lit only by a few electric light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

The hallway had no windows, only light from electric bulbs, so Uri didn't know if it was day or night. The sound of wheels grinding against the brickwork and the electric light strained his spirits.

Uri felt that the corridor seemed to lead underground because the path was sloping down and revolved around an axis.

Going for a long time, the bed stopped in front of a gray iron door. A man pushed aside the heavy door with all his might.

After the door opened, they pushed the bed inside, finally stopping beneath a circular lampstand, which Uri recognized as used in operating rooms.

Uri's spine chilled; he guessed right. They took him to the operating room and considered him an animal needing dissection.

After pushing the bed beneath the chandelier, the two men stood aside, seemingly waiting for someone.

Uri turned his head to look around; this was a very modern operating room, full of equipment like the operating room in a large hospital.

The smell of antiseptic hit Uri's nose, the walls around him were blindingly white, the lamps above his head shone with a cold light, and neatly arranged surgical instruments were on the following table. It made Uri shiver, his whole body stiff and his limbs hard. He knew what was waiting for him. Now, he had no choice but to be ready to accept death.

Suddenly, footsteps entered the operating room, and two men appeared beside Uri's bed. One is Richard; the other is a middle-aged man wearing glasses, wearing a white shirt like a doctor in a hospital.

"Is this what you caught today?" The middle-aged man looked at Uri as if he were looking at an item. "You did a great job this time; never before have we caught a vampire as young as this one."

"It took me a lot of work to catch this guy," Richard said proudly. "He is only eighteen years old; all the organs in his body are healthy and eligible for your research."

The man with the glasses nodded in satisfaction. "This vampire is very young; we must be careful with the long-term study. The last time you caught a vampire over three hundred years old, his health was not very good. After studying a few times, he was exhausted."

"You can research freely; I will find and catch more for you, don't be afraid of lack," Richard said confidently.

 

Uri looked at the two men angrily. They talked as if catching vampires was like hunting guinea pigs for experiments.

Richard saw that Uri was so angry that his eyes turned red. He burst out laughing, looking at Uri with disdain.

"Don't worry; we won't let you die a painful death. During the research, we'll inject you with the anesthetic."

Uri gritted his teeth angrily and could only look at Richard in silence. Because now he couldn't do anything to save himself.

He thought that after they caught him, these people would immediately kill him. But now, they didn't let him die quickly but used him as a test subject. Having the body torn apart for the study is far more painful and humiliating than death.

"We're at an impasse in finding the repair cells in the vampire's body. Our test subject is too weak, so I want to experiment now with this new test subject."

The middle-aged man looked at Uri with eager eyes as if he was about to find some secret in Uri's body.

"Then you do your thing; I won't bother you anymore," Richard said and immediately turned his back and walked out of the operating room.

The middle-aged man with glasses also went out. Moments later, about a dozen people wearing green surgical suits entered the room. They all wore rubber gloves and covered their mouths with masks.

The door of the room closed tightly after this group of people entered. They surrounded Uri, silently looking at him like a test subject of high quality.

One man raised his hand to signal; another immediately took a syringe, inserted it into Uri's upper arm, and placed an oxygen mask on his face. Uri struggled to resist those looking at him with lustful eyes as if they were looking at a delicious dish.

But all of Uri's resistance was pointless; the drugs they injected into him gradually made everything in front of his eyes blurred, and he finally fell unconscious.

Waiting for Uri to faint completely, the people around began conducting their research. They drew blood from his veins into a plastic bag and cut deep into his body.

The operating room was now only the sound of surgical instruments clashing and the small whispers of people bending over Uri's body.

Uri couldn't tell what they did to his body; he looked like a corpse lying on the operating table.

While unconscious, Uri found himself happily living with his family. His house was the same as before, always filled with morning laughter and the smell of food when it was dark.

And he found himself with Anthea going to school by bus. His school is vast and full of trees. His classmates loved him very much and often played with him happily.