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Chapter 682: Chapter 687: Microchip

"Ling Chen, how are you guys doing?"

Seeing Kaelina rushing over, Ling Chen smiled and waved his hand: "I’m fine." Saying this, he stood up with the help of Kaelina.

"Ling Chen..."

Upon seeing Zhu Xiaozhu approaching from the side, Ling Chen smiled slightly, about to speak, but he noticed a severe bruise on Zhu Xiaozhu’s forehead, as if she had sustained a violent impact.

"What happened to you?" Ling Chen asked with concern.

"It’s nothing. I accidentally tripped when the accident happened earlier, and my forehead hit the floor, knocking me unconscious," Zhu Xiaozhu explained, touching the swollen bruise, "It’s just a minor injury, it’s no big deal."

"Even minor injuries are still injuries. Kaelina, take Xiaozhu and have her wound treated first."

"Okay. Miss Zhu, please come with me."

After watching Kaelina and Zhu Xiaozhu leave, Ling Chen turned his gaze to Xia Mutong lying on the ground and heaved a silent sigh.

He had felt Xia Mutong’s power earlier and found that she was indeed different from Jiang Yunkai and others; at least in terms of strength, Xia Mutong was much stronger than Jiang Yunkai and Bai Huanjun. This indicated that the God Organization had made significant breakthroughs and progress in the experiments on genetic mutations. At the moment, Ling Chen only hoped to get that USB drive quickly, to find out what important breakthroughs the God Organization had made recently.

While contemplating, two research staff hurried to the laboratory, directing everyone to carefully lift Xia Mutong onto the stretcher.

Ling Chen, standing aside, quietly watched, not disturbing their work. However, as they prepared to take Xia Mutong out of the laboratory, Ling Chen suddenly noticed something unusual about her head—it seemed like there was blood flowing out.

He hadn’t injured Xia Mutong during their bout, and he hadn’t touched her head, so she shouldn’t be wounded.

"Wait!"

Hearing Ling Chen speak, the two research staff immediately stopped and turned to ask: "Mr. Ling, is there something wrong?"

Ling Chen walked up to the stretcher, parted Xia Mutong’s hair with his hand, and suddenly saw a ten-centimeter-long scar on the top of her head. The scar was stitched up, and judging from the marks, it should be about ten days old and mostly healed. However, it may have been inadvertently touched earlier, causing a slight rupture and blood to seep out.

Ling Chen looked at the two research staff and asked: "Didn’t you notice this scar when you checked her body before?"

"No. We didn’t have the chance to perform a full medical exam on her before the accident happened."

"Okay, you guys go check it out now, take a good look at this scar," Ling Chen said.

He had some understanding of genetic mutation experiments; such experiments mainly relied on drug injections and typically didn’t require surgery on the subject’s body. Moreover, the head is the most critical part of the human body, where even a slight negligence can lead to serious consequences. Therefore, Ling Chen urgently wanted to know why the God Organization had made such a long scar on Xia Mutong’s head.

When the laboratory was cleaned up and after a short rest, Zhu Xiaozhu hurried to the laboratory to join the examination of Xia Mutong.

Because the matter was significant, Ling Chen was not in the mood to accompany Nanrong Wanqing wandering elsewhere, so he stayed outside the laboratory, quietly watching the busy research staff, waiting for the results.

"Ling Chen, Miss Xia won’t be in danger, right?" Nanrong Wanqing asked worriedly.

Just now, Ling Chen had shared with Nanrong Wanqing what had happened to Xia Mutong. Although he omitted many details, it was enough to help Xia Mutong understand the situation.

"I don’t know," Ling Chen said with a wry smile, hoping that Xia Mutong would not be in trouble. However, the current situation was really hard to say. After all, Xia Mutong had undergone the genetic mutation experiment, which could have a significant impact on her body, and whether she could recover was still uncertain.

Time ticked by, and it was already an hour and a half later.

At this moment, Zhu Xiaozhu and several research staff were still in the laboratory, checking Xia Mutong’s body. If it were any other inspection, it wouldn’t have taken this much time, but now they needed to conduct a comprehensive examination of Xia Mutong’s head. The process was very complicated, not only requiring the use of a lot of medical equipment but also needing to reopen the scar on Xia Mutong’s head to check the condition inside.

Approximately two hours passed, and Zhu Xiaozhu, standing by Xia Mutong’s side, took off her white lab coat and tossed her bloodied medical gloves to one side, then headed outside the laboratory.

As soon as Zhu Xiaozhu came out, Ling Chen and the others quickly went up to meet her and asked, "Xiaozhu, how is she?"

Zhu Xiaozhu sighed softly and said, "Miss Xia’s condition is more complicated than we imagined. To be honest, I admire the people of the God Organization; they actually managed to perform such a difficult surgery, which is really remarkable."

"Alright! Just say it, what’s the situation?" Ling Chen urged impatiently.

"Her pain nerves have been removed, meaning no matter how much pain she suffers, she won’t be able to feel it. Also, we found a microchip in her head."

Ling Chen’s expression changed slightly, asking in surprise, "A microchip?"

"That’s right," Zhu Xiaozhu nodded and said, "We checked carefully, the microchip has its own power supply, able to work continuously for half a year. Additionally, the microchip is connected to Miss Xia’s main nerves, and we haven’t dared to act rashly. Otherwise, one wrong move could lead to brain death."

Hearing this, Ling Chen frowned and asked, "Do you know what that microchip does?" noveldrama

"I’m not sure, all I can confirm is that the microchip has signal transmission capability. As to what type of signal it is, I don’t know; you would need an expert in that field."

An expert?

Ling Chen’s gaze shifted, immediately locking onto Hu Fei.

"Fatso, what are you waiting for? Grab your equipment and go over there."

"Got it," Hu Fei responded, hurriedly retrieving his computer from the office and calling someone to bring two precise devices, arranged around Xia Mutong.

Within ten minutes, Hu Fei lifted his gaze from the computer screen, looked up at Ling Chen, and said, "Miss Zhu is right; the microchip in Miss Xia’s head is indeed transmitting signals. However, the signal is specially encrypted, and we haven’t been able to crack it yet."

"This is your area of expertise, no matter what methods you use, you must crack the signal," Ling Chen stated. Then, turning to the research staff in the laboratory, he instructed, "Everyone, it’ll be tough for the next few days. We need a 24-hour rotating shift until this matter is dealt with. I won’t let you down after it’s over."

"Mr. Ling, rest assured, we will do our utmost."