Chapter 146
Arabey motionless on the hospital bed with her eyes wide open. The steady stream of tears from
her eyes told a tale of sheer terror.
Thankfully, Vivienne was masked at the moment because if Arabe let Vivienne see the fear reflected
in her own eyes, she might have wished for death right there.
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Vivienne squinted slightly at Brody, silently questioning his intentions.
"Two miniature bombs have been forcefully lodged into her body, one on either side of her abdomen."
Upon seeing Vivienne''s eyes harden, a smug smile appeared on Brody’s face. "Rx. At most, she''d
be the only one to blow up; we''d be safe. I value my life, after all."
Vivienne''s eyes turned frostier.
This damn psychopath!
"Wepete on who performs the surgery faster and more precisely. Whoever can extract the bomb
first with an endoscope wins. By the way, I''ve set the bombs to detonate in one minute. Be careful; a
slight mishap could trigger an early explosion."
"Right here?" Vivienne surveyed the hall with a furrowed brow.
"Don''t worry, a sterilized operating room and sanitized equipment have all been prepared." Brody
responded while gesturing for Vivienne to proceed.
Upon Brody''s signal, the chubby man grasped Arabe''s bed and wheeled her into an operating room.
Two endoscope apparatuses were ready in the operating room.
This was a mental institution. They wouldn''t normally have such surgical equipment. This was clearly
Brody''s doing.
Once Arabe was wheeled into the operating room, the chubby man, following Brody''s instructions,
used the straps typically used to restrain patients to secure Arabe to the operating table. He gave her
a kind smile. "Darling, you need to be good. Listen to what Brody says."
After saying that, he exited the room under Arabe''s hateful stare.
Just as he left, Vivienne and Brody, now fully sterilized, entered.
Brody''s eyes, hidden behind his sses, brimmed with malicious intent. He looked at Arabe, who
was lying on the operating table, and spoke in a soft tone, "Although the drug I gave you has rendered
you immobile, you can still feel pain. So, we''ll try to be gentle during the procedure to minimize your
difort."
After hearing this, Arabe''s eyes widened in fear. Yet she couldn''t move her mouth to curse or beg. All
she could do was cry silently.
Vivienne spared Arabe a nce, with no reaction to what Brody had just said. She had no sympathy
for Arabe, who had brought this upon herself.
Moreover, Dorian was still bedridden in the hospital. Recalling his torment in the detention center and
the twenty-three needles extracted from his body, Vivienne felt Arabe''s current suffering was far from
enough.
So, she had no intention of administering an anesthetic.
"Let''s begin." Vivienne said coldly.
Brody pulled out a switch, smiled at Vivienne, and gently pressed it. "The bombs are activated."
Vivienne shot him a cold nce, moved to Arabe''s left side, uncovered her abdomen, and quickly
started the operation with the surgical tools.
Both Vivienne and Brody were geniuses in the medical field. A simple endoscopic surgery was not a
challenge for them. The real challenge was extracting the bombs without triggering them or causing
harm to Arabe.
As soon as the two endoscopes entered Arabe''s abdomen, her face turned deathly pale from the
pain.
She was fully aware of the two small incisions made in her abdomen and the objects inserted into her.
The pain was unbearable; she wished she could pass out.
However, all her instincts were screaming for her not to faint since she knew that bombs were inside
her body.
Ever since she entered the N&S Psychiatric Hospital, she had witnessed the depths of Brody''s insanity.
He seemed to rule the patients in the hospital. Everyone followed his orders, and he had ess to all
kinds of tools.
Since he said there were bombs inside her, there must be bombs.
So, she couldn''t faint; she was afraid that if she did, Vivienne and Brody might identally trigger the
bombs, and she wouldn''t even know how she died.
Vivienne didn''t care about Arabe''s thoughts or her pain.
As a doctor, she didn''t intentionally erge the incisions or harm Arabe''s organs with the endoscopic
tools.
She located the bomb on the left side urately on the screen, and in less than thirty seconds, she
sessfully extracted the bomb before Brody did and stopped the countdown.
"You''ve lost again." Vivienne said to Brody while holding the bomb. "I''ve already won two rounds. I
don''t think there''s a need for a third."
"Damn!" Brody grabbed the scalpel and made a rough incision in Arabe''s abdomen, then quickly
extracted the bomb he had spotted earlier with the endoscope.
Arabe''s pain was so intense that her eyes rolled into the back of her head. If she could move, she
might have bitten her tongue off from the pain.
Brody didn''t even bother to suture her wound; he just tossed the bomb aside. "I never knew you
performed major surgeries. How did you do it so quickly and urately?"
"There''s a lot you don''t know about me." Vivienne didn''t pay attention to Arabe, who was bleeding
due to Brody''s rough treatment. She just extended her hand towards Brody. "The Seven-Poison
Flower."
"No!" Brody started to act out. "Onest round, then I''ll give it to you!"
"You set the rule of best two out of three." Vivienne replied calmly.
"As long as youpete with me one more time, win or lose, I''ll give you the Seven-Poison Flower."
Brody insisted stubbornly.
"Hand me the Seven-Poison Flower first, then we''ll duel." Vivienne stated coolly.
A duel was fine, but only after she secured what she desired.
"Alright." Brody seemed to agree, yet a hint of suspicion was present in his tone. "You''re not nning to
take the Seven-Poison Flower and run off, are you?"
"I always keep my word." Vivienne retorted, feeling somewhat exasperated.
After she agreed, Brody promptly pulled out the Seven-Poison Flower and tossed it to Vivienne.
Vivienne caught the flower, inspecting it thoroughly to ensure its authenticity before stowing it away.
She folded her arms and dered her intent. "In the first two rounds, you posed the challenge. This
final round, I call the shots."
"Fine by me." Brody smirked nonchntly. As long as he got to match his skills against Vivienne''s, he
didn''t care about the details.
"I wonder if you''ll be able to evade my capture tonight or if you''ll slip through my fingers." Vivienne
<pughed.