Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 989

Toward the end of the long corridor was a technological-looking door. Franky unlocked the door with the retina scan. This was my first time seeing a scene like this that would only appear in movies. I could not help but feel astonished. These people made ill-gotten gains and did not stint on keeping their secrets hidden.

Inside the door was another long corridor with mirrors on both sides of the wall, giving others a sense of claustrophobia.

I followed behind Franky, and after making a few twists and turns, we entered a room that resembled an operating theater. It was a very spacious room, estimated to accommodate several hundred people. There were a lot of surgical beds in it, and each surgical bed was surrounded by many medical equipments.

I glanced at two women lying on two of the surgical beds, then looked at Franky with a puzzled gaze." What is this place?"

Franky made no reply and continued leading me forward.

As we went farther in, the lights grew dimmer. When we finally entered a cramped room, my eyes widened i

n terror.

A woman was lying on an operating table in front of m e. A man was standing in front of the table, operating o n her. This man was not wearing a white coat, nor was he wearing a surgical mask and gloves. He looked nothing like a doctor.

I asked in a trembling voice, "What surgery is she having?"

Franky faintly replied, "They don't need pregnant women."

My heart shivered. The smell of blood in the air almost made me throw up.

There was the sound of a cart behind me, and Franky yanked me to the side.

A man pushed a cart past me. I glanced at the woman lying on the cart and realized that it was the woman who brought me food every day.

I looked at Franky and asked in a quivering voice, "Is she getting surgery too?”