Looking down at the ground, Noah saw a severed arm. Blood oozed from the raw end; the hand still gripped the gun tightly. A sharp, excruciating pain hit him. The electrifying agony nearly caused him to faint; only then did he realize his arm was gone. Only a stump remained, and blood gushed out like an open faucet.

Matthew raised his knife to Noah's neck. "What organization are you from? Why do you want Medieval Medicine? Who are you?"

Noah trembled in pain, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You're in big trouble! Don't think you're so tough. You won't leave this room alive!"

With a swish, Matthew swung the knife, severing one of Noah's ears. He let out a piercing scream, his remaining arm clutching his severed limb, unable to cover his ear. "I'll talk! My name is Noah Sullivan. I can't bear the pain anymore. Please, don't hurt me again!"

Matthew uttered coldly, "You speak of pain? Did you ever consider the pain of those whose organs you sold?"

Noah quivered. "I...I administer anesthesia. They don't feel pain. I can't take it anymore, please."

"They don't feel pain?" Matthew glanced around, spotting a medicine shelf stocked with various drugs, including an analgesia pump that seemed to still contain medication. He grabbed it and walked back to Noah. "I'll give you this analgesic, and then I'll punch you three hundred times. Let me know if it hurts or not."

Noah was terrified, well aware that Matthew could kill him with a single punch. Three hundred punches would certainly turn him into pulp. "No, don't! Please, it hurts so much. It'll kill me. Please spare me!"

Matthew's voice remained cold. "Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt with painkillers?"

Petrified, Noah shouted, "But it'll kill me! I don't want to die. Your punches are too powerful. Please, don't hurt me. If you do, the Heretic Medic will come out from the other room and kill you!"

Matthew's expression remained frosty, even at the mention of the mysterious "Heretic Medic." He plunged the analgesia pump into Noah's thigh. The needle hit muscle, not his vein, so it wouldn't relieve any pain.

Just as Noah opened his mouth to speak, a punch landed on his chest. The sound of breaking ribs echoed, and Noah let out a blood-curdling scream. Another punch fell. Noah's stomach cramped, and he vomited. Before he could even take a breath, punch after punch rained down. At first, Noah screamed, but his cries grew weaker until finally, there was only silence. All that was left was his twitching body.

After repeated punches, Noah was a bloody, unrecognizable mess. The other men were stunned by this scene. They cowered in the corners, watching in horror.

Matthew stood up and glanced back. The men looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. Just then, a door leading into another room creaked open.

Out stepped a man in his thirties with long hair, wearing glasses and a white coat. He saw the mess on the floor but showed no surprise. His expression was unchanged as he asked in a cold voice, "All this noise is disturbing my research. Do you all have a death wish?"

Upon his appearance, the men in the room fell to their knees, visibly trembling. "Heretic Medic, it wasn't us. It was him," one said, pointing at Matthew. The others quickly chimed in, "Heretic Medic, he's the one causing trouble, not us. He wants to take the child, your research subject. You mustn't let him!"