American Medicine: I survived the death knell thanks to the devil.

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Kowalski opened his mouth wide, his lower face covered in tears, snot, and saliva.

His lips trembled violently, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Completely lost his voice.

Continuous extreme pain stimulation directly induces severe spasmodic contraction of the laryngeal muscles, and the vocal cords temporarily lose their basic tension regulation function.

Lynn waited patiently for twenty seconds.

Kowalski's laryngeal spasm began to subside.

"Orders received online"

His voice was hollow, like an echo from a deep well, the syllables fragmented: "Encrypted email contact — Dark web Bitcoin transactions — Prepayment of three thousand in deposit —"

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is waiting.

Kowalski's confession must not be interrupted once he begins.

The most fatal mistake in interrogation is often rushing to ask questions when the other party's psychological defenses have just begun to crack, thus giving the target a window of opportunity to rebuild their defenses.

He learned this from an American TV series.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Lynn noticed a very subtle change in his vital signs.

Kowalski began to move his right fingertips, tapping the armrest of the iron chair lightly with his index, middle, and ring fingers in turn.

This is a landmark action signifying the central nervous system regaining control of motor function.

The former detective's brain is undergoing rapid damage assessment and resource reallocation.

The excruciating pain continued, but the second wave of compensatory release of adrenaline forced open an extremely brief period of lucidity.

really.

Kowalski raised his head again.

"You wouldn't dare kill me."

"If you take out a licensed investigator, the New York State Department of Investigation will definitely escalate the case to the federal level. Tonight, all of you, including that veteran behind you, will be parachuted onto the FBI's priority list."

He even straightened his back slightly.

"Your medical skills are so good, which means you have a legitimate identity and plenty of leverage to lose. You understand sunk costs better than any street thug."

He stared intently into Lynn's eyes.

"Therefore, we can discuss terms."

Lynn smiled.

"21 years of police service, Counter Terrorism Intelligence Bureau, JTTF Liaison Officer."

His tone revealed genuine appreciation: "He's definitely a tough nut to crack."

Lynn picked up the Cooley forceps again.

The curved pincers reflected a chilling light under the lamp.

Kowalski's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Unfortunately, you've made a fatal logical fallacy."

"You've made a mistake in assuming my abilities. Doctors are best at protecting lives. I have plenty of ways to ensure you experience the most extreme pain while you're still alive."

"I'm going to clamp the radial artery in your left forearm now. It will be released in one minute."

Kowalski's masseter muscle was completely taut.

The pain that had already occurred exceeded his expectations, and he didn't know exactly what Lynn meant by those words—

The pincers snapped shut mercilessly, the metal teeth precisely biting into the first gear with a sound.

"Click"

The physical blocking effect is immediate.

Kowalski's left fingertips lost all color at a visible speed, like an old photograph being slowly erased from its edges.

Ischemia lasts for ten seconds.

Kowalski felt no pain at the tips of his fingers, only a pure emptiness.

It was as if ten fingers were being forcibly ripped off from the three-dimensional world.

Thirty seconds of ischemia.

The feeling of emptiness dissipated.

Instead, there was a bursting, throbbing pain that swelled wildly from the deepest part of the bone marrow.

Large areas of ischemic tissue uncontrollably release massive amounts of lactic acid and potassium ions, indiscriminately bombarding and activating every free nerve ending.

Kowalski clenched his teeth so tightly they made a grinding sound.

The veins on his forehead bulged. His lips remained tightly shut.

Ischemia for one minute.

Lynn decisively released the hemostat.

The snap fasteners popped open.

The arterial blood flow, which had been forcibly blocked for a full sixty seconds, suddenly burst forth.

A large amount of oxygen-carrying fresh blood, like a violent mudslide, rushes into the ischemic extremities that are on the verge of necrosis.

In standard operating room procedures, this moment is called "restoration of perfusion," which often marks the most triumphant turning point in the entire surgery.

However, here, the massive amounts of toxic metabolic products that accumulate during the ischemic period are ruthlessly swept up by the surging arterial blood and brutally flushed into every fragile capillary.

Histamine, bradykinin, prostaglandins.

High concentrations of inflammatory factors act like a spring compressed to its limit that is suddenly released, wreaking havoc in the microcirculation system.

Kowalski's entire left hand felt as if it had been forcibly pressed into a pot of boiling oil.

It is far more profound and vicious than a frying pan; boiling oil only destroys the surface.

Reperfusion injury surges directly outward from the bone marrow, from the base of the nail bed to the wrist joint, with each layer of anatomical tissue being completely ignited within the same microsecond.

It was as if a thousand extremely thin steel wires, heated to incandescence, were slowly and brutally pulling back and forth in the subcutaneous tissue along the direction of the capillaries.

Kowalski's torso snapped back violently like a fully drawn bow, and his mouth finally tore open in despair.

The scream lasted for less than a second before abruptly stopping.

The diaphragm, under extreme pain stimulation, experiences severe tonic spasm, completely locking respiratory movements at a physical level.

He was eerily suspended on the iron chair, his face rapidly turning from flushed and reddish to a deathly bluish-gray.

Just a second before the body's oxygen deprivation reached the point of lethality, Lynn precisely struck the Kowalski diaphragm projection area with the heel of his palm.

The tonic spasm was relieved.

Air rushed back into the deflated alveoli.

Kowalski burst into a long, mournful sob, like someone retching on their deathbed.

This surging force from the deepest part of his diaphragm shattered the last vestiges of dignity remaining in the tough detective.

Lynn half-knelt on one knee, deftly twirling the hemostat between his slender fingers.

"That was the radial artery. You also have an ulnar artery in your left forearm."

Kowalsky's body convulsed violently, like a Pavlovian reflex, even before the metal touched his skin.

"Besides the arms, the human body also has:"

External carotid artery,

"Femoral artery,"

"Anterior tibial artery,"

"Posterior tibial artery,"

"Dorsalis pedis artery"

"The task involves a comprehensive background investigation over three weeks!"

Kowalski's vocal cords were completely split, and his tone became so sharp that it was beyond the physiological limits of an adult male.

He finally broke down.

"Record the target's daily movement around the clock! Submit an encrypted progress report every six hours!"

"What about the threatening private messages?"

Kowalski's speech quickened: "These were all direct orders from the employer! They prepared all the stepping stone accounts and scripts in advance..."

Precise timeline delivery!

"Even the exact time the security guard at her apartment goes out to smoke is top-tier intelligence provided unilaterally by them! I merely mechanically copied and pasted it according to the schedule and clicked send!"

"Who exactly is the upstream supplier?"

The pincers opened mercilessly.

"I swear to God, this is all I have to play!"

A piercing scream rang out.

"The funds flowed through three dark web mixing devices! All mission instructions were set to self-destruct after being viewed! The two sides have absolutely severed any physical contact! Even the tracked IP addresses have been redirected through seven sovereign nations!"

"I've conducted a professional investigation for twenty-one years! I already have the true identity of my supplier, which I've used as a life-saving bargaining chip!"

"Please—please stop!"

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