The familiar mental shock swept over again, and this time it was exceptionally fierce.
In the autopsy room, many people's masks were directly stained red with blood, and the sounds of groans were incessant.
Because the distance was too close and the intensity of the mental shock was too great, only a few people managed to endure it by relying on unique secret techniques or possessing alchemical artifacts designed to protect mental power and consciousness. Everyone else, including Chen Fei, was not spared, each with blood coming from them, looking quite terrifying.
"Damn it, this thing woke up!"
The anesthetist pulled down his mask and spat a clot of blood into a corner before injecting a T3 anesthetic liquid solvent into the container, using a full 100 milliliters. He also sealed the lid immediately to prevent any evaporation.
As for whether the thing inside was dead or not, he didn't have the luxury of caring.