Chapter 253: Chapter 252: Blood Test and Oral Secrets Chapter 253: Chapter 252: Blood Test and Oral Secrets Looking at the “weapon” in Richard’s hand, Gutas was full of caution, and asked, “What… what do you want to do?”
“I’m drawing blood,” Richard said calmly, “as I mentioned earlier.”
After finishing his sentence, Richard pulled away the small table with food placed in front of Gutas, walked up to him, and attempted to stick the syringe into Gutas’s arm.
Gutas lifted his barely functioning arm, struck Richard with all his might, and struggled frantically. He did not know what exactly was in Richard’s hand, but he felt a deep fear from the bottom of his heart and was extremely unwilling to let that sharp needle pierce his body.
Richard looked at the uncooperative Gutas, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the next moment, his lips slightly parted — Wind Force had already been added to his body.
With a “snap,” Richard grabbed Gutas’s struggling arm, holding it tightly as if with an iron hoop. Under the watchful eyes of Gutas with bulging eyes, he stuck the needle into the vein in Gutas’s arm and, with one hand, pulled the plunger to slowly draw out the blood.
In a moment, the extraction was complete, and Richard pulled out the needle, leaving a visibly round puncture wound on Gutas’s arm.
Gutas was terrified, feeling a chill throughout his body, as if his soul had been drawn out, and the wound was unbearably painful.
Upon closer inspection, Gutas shuddered and became somewhat dumbfounded because he discovered not one, but three round puncture wounds on his arm!
The other two had clotted long ago, and he didn’t even know when they had been made.
Richard ignored Gutas and began processing the blood quickly after extraction.
Since it was fresh blood drawn after Gutas had eaten, although most of the food had not yet been digested, some of the chyle micro-particles from the quickly digested food were absorbed into the blood, making it appear somewhat turbid and viscous.
And this was precisely one of Richard’s objectives: to test the conditions of Gutas’s fresh blood — blood in a normal state had already been drawn during the previous two instances when he had fainted; this time was in an abnormal state.
Sampling, sliding, drying, staining, washing…
Using the extracted blood, Richard quickly made a blood smear and observed it, then conducted some biochemical tests.
From Gutas’s point of view, what he saw was Richard holding his fresh blood and conducting all sorts of bizarre alchemical experiments, as if he was preparing to concoct something evil with his blood.
The more Gutas watched, the more frightened he became, feeling a chill rising from his feet up to his head, thinking that this time he was done for.
He was panicked, he regretted, and he felt that coming here tonight was the biggest mistake. But… it seemed there was no antidote for regret.
What could he do? Was he going to die?
As Gutas was lost in his wild thoughts, Richard had already finished testing the blood and turned around, walking towards Gutas with a syringe again, and said, “Hmm, it’s about time; now for the next blood draw.”
“No!” Gutas screamed at the top of his lungs, understanding that he was powerless to escape, but that didn’t hinder him from screaming at Richard, “Get away, you evil wizard, get away, you filthy pharmacist, get away, you ugly alchemist! Don’t touch me, don’t touch me! What on Earth do you want with my blood? If you dare draw my blood again, I’m not through with you! Ahhh!”
Richard, holding Gutas’s arm, ignored his shouts, just stuck the syringe in, quickly drew enough blood, and then pulled it out.
Patting Gutas’s shoulder, Richard reassured him, “Don’t be nervous, I’m just doing some experiments with your blood, collecting some data. Relax, there will be plenty more blood draws in the future; just calm down.”
Listening to Richard’s words, Gutas was nowhere close to calming down; on the contrary, his mindset was about to explode, as he screamed furiously, “Get away! Get away! Get away! Don’t touch my blood! Don’t touch my blood! Do you hear me?”
Richard certainly heard it, and he was sure that Pandora, who was sleeping, had heard it too. Because Pandora had turned over on the bed and let out a somewhat heavy breathing sound from her nostrils—an expression of being disturbed in her sleep.
Seeing Pandora’s condition, Richard quickly made a shushing gesture toward Gutas and said softly, “Quiet, someone is sleeping. Don’t wake her up—believe me, you won’t like the consequences!”
“I don’t care!” Gutas paid no heed, “I want my blood back!”
Richard shook his head helplessly. To keep things quiet for research, and to prevent Pandora from waking up in a rampage, he found a rag nearby and stuffed it into Gutas’s mouth.
“Mmmph…” Gutas struggled, and the next moment he was silent.
Richard nodded in satisfaction, about to proceed with the experiment using the blood when he suddenly heard Gutas spit out the rag behind him and shout, “Don’t think about silencing me, you worthless alchemist! I’m warning you, give me back my blood and let me go, or you’ll regret it!”
Richard turned to face Gutas.
Gutas glared and hollered, “Give it back to me! Let me go!”
Richard shook his head slightly, showing a somewhat helpless expression, approached Gutas, picked up the saliva-and-dust-soaked rag from the ground, and once again unapologetically stuffed it into Gutas’s mouth.
This time Gutas struggled even more violently. Without waiting for Richard to turn away, he spat out the rag right in Richard’s face, with a mix of triumph and threat, “Kid, give me back my blood, let me go! Otherwise, I’m going to drive you crazy here! A rag alone cannot silence me—it can’t!”
Using just a rag, indeed, can’t silence a person.
In fact, much like some modern-day visual media on Earth, randomly stuffing a rag into a person’s mouth often results in it being easily spit out. Even if you stuff it tightly, the result is the same.
This is because, when stuffing the rag, the tongue in the mouth automatically contracts, positioning itself at the end of the rag and leaving some space in the mouth. Once the stuffing is done, a push with the tongue and a squeeze from the cheek muscles can easily eject the rag.
But solving this problem is simple, you just need to pin the tongue.
Richard was aware of this and actually hadn’t intended to silence Gutas with the rag, it was just to calm him down.
But since he was so uncooperative, Richard would have to actually silence him.
With a “snap” sound, Richard placed the syringe on the nearby side table, then picked up a spoon from there, bent down to pick up the dirt-and-saliva-covered rag from the ground.
He pried Gutas’s shouting mouth open, slid the spoon in, pressed down on the tongue, pushed it to the bottom of the mouth, and forcefully stuffed the rag in.
After withdrawing the spoon, Richard picked up the syringe from the side table and, without looking back, moved to the long table on the side to continue his experiments.
Behind him, Gutas, tied to the chair, turned red-faced, tried desperately to spit out the rag like before, but… he couldn’t manage it.
Gutas could no longer shout, the room quieted down, and Pandora’s breathing on the bed softened, satisfied, she fell asleep.
Gutas, watching Richard continuously conducting experiments, felt despair, gave up, and felt completely unable to resist.
Staring at Richard, his eyelids began to droop, and like Pandora, he too fell asleep. But the moment his eyes closed, a sharp, burning pain erupted in his elbow, jolting him awake.