Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the Lycan King

The explosion-proof double-leaf lead door on the seventh basement floor, with an alarm sounding, slid open towards both sides. The rainstorm outside flowed along the wheels into the disinfection corridor. Three unlicensed heavy-duty armored vehicles rolled directly over the speed bumps, leaving a layer of blackened marks on their shells from high-temperature melting and subsequent cooling. The low-frequency alarm lights throughout the entire special care isolation area were shining with a scarlet light, making the retinas swell with discomfort. I zipped up my splash-proof surgical gown, and the rubber gloves tightened around my fingertips with a crisp snap. "Elena, postpone this surgery!!" Mia threw a can of pressure spray into the storage box with a backhand, crunching on the mint candy in her mouth. "The delivery was sent via the Black Abyss special line. The delivery personnel welded shut all the explosion-proof isolation valves outside, indicating they had no intention of letting anyone inside, including the surgeon, out alive!" I picked up the No. 11 titanium surgical scalpel from the metal tray. The handle spun half a turn in my palm, nestling into the crease of my palm as it concealed itself beneath my sleeve. "The exemption seal of St. Mary's is stamped on the order receiving record." I stepped towards the first isolation operating room, "Until the patient's heart stops, I have the final say here." The explosion-proof airtight door swung inward with a loud boom, and what poured out of it carried no hint of disinfectant scent, but rather a thick, heavy metal burning odor mixed with high concentrations of wolf king's frenzied pheromone. The invisible air blast hit the chest head-on, causing the twelve multi-parameter monitors in the operating room to emit sharp noises in unison, and the waveforms on the LCD screens directly turned into glaring vertical lines. On the specially made alloy surgical bed in the center, that tall figure was convulsing violently. The cold black high-end custom shirt had long been soaked in blood, with large patches of copper-colored flesh exposed on the torn edges of the fabric. A large area of dark, frenzied blood streaks ran from the right side of his neck all the way to his chest. His hands were tightly gripping the reinforced restraint belt, and the alloy steel rings were visibly deforming and twisting outward, emitting a metallic tearing sound that made one's teeth ache "Stop! Get out!!" The dark muzzle of the gun was pointing straight ahead, right in front of my protective mask, less than three centimeters away from my nose tip. The man holding the gun had a crew cut, with a ferocious scar running across his left cheek. His tactical bulletproof vest was soaked through with blood, and his muscles were taut, like a bow that had been fully drawn. "A female without a Wolf Spirit???!" Lucas's eyes were filled with a violent bloodlust. "Get your dean to come over here right now! Who gave you the audacity to send a cripple who can't even touch an Inner Vision Wolf Spirit into this room? Wang's magnetic field alone could shatter your internal organs on the spot!" Mia pulled out a high-pressure tranquilizer gun from a step behind him and pointed the dark muzzle at Lucas's back neck, saying, "Put down your useless scrap metal. If you pull a gun in Saint Mary's, even the Black Abyss Guard will have to carry you out on your back." Lucas didn't even bat an eyelid, pressing the hammer with his thumb: "Transfer Wang to the death arena. Open the door, or I'll smash your head first!!" The commotion on the hospital bed grew louder and louder. The berserk factor unleashed by the out-of-control pure-blood Lycan squeezed the air, causing a series of muffled explosions, and the sterile instruments around clanked and rattled. The support legs of the alloy bed frame caved inwards, emitting a creaking moan. I lifted my left hand, placed my index finger on the side of the barrel, and used my wrist to push it outwards. Lucas's gaze flickered, clearly unprepared for such strength in an ordinary female doctor without the bloodline fluctuations of a werewolf. Without waiting for him to shift his balance, the titanium scalpel I held in my right hand made a thin, cold light as it plunged into the emergency hydraulic valve beneath the main oxygen pipeline by the bedside with a whoosh. A high-concentration neuroleptic agent was sprayed out with a whoosh, covering the entire area above the operating table with a white mist. "Firstly, dead people have no right to claim territory." I stepped forward and swiftly removed the double sterile drapes from the tray, slapping them over the patient's bloody and mangled chest. "Secondly, put away your useless metal. Once you pass through this door, my knife is the only rule." "Are you looking for trouble?!" Lucas reached out to grab my wrist. Without even turning my head, I used the force of bending over to press down, and with precision, inserted two fingers of my left hand into the carotid triangle area of the man on the hospital bed. That was an extremely concealed pressure receptor node. Ordinary werewolves have thick skin and robust muscles, with their nerve plexus completely wrapped in hard muscles. But this master before me was different... His body temperature was frighteningly high, and the evil aura swirling around him was thick and unbreakable. The dark curse bloodline on the side of his neck was rapidly crawling towards the back of his ear. Pressing down heavily on the fingertip, I directly summoned the faint chill that had been lurking at the tip of my finger for three whole years. That monthly interest rate is something even I can't figure out. The violent and turbulent air currents suddenly stopped. The alloy restraint belt, which was about to break, stopped pulling. The man on the hospital bed, who was delirious, suddenly stiffened his muscles and let out a muffled groan. His tightly closed eyelids fluttered twice, and the overwhelming killing intent on him subsided like a receding tide Standing at the back, Lucas froze in place, his modified pistol hanging in midair, the ferocious expression on his face now replaced by shock. He knew better than anyone how terrifying the Lycan King could be when he went berserk. Apart from the sacred artifact kept at the bottom of the Senate, no one on the entire continent could forcibly interrupt the Lycan King's killing instinct just by physical contact! "Heart rate at 220, blood pressure dropping to the critical point." I glanced at the monitor, which had finally displayed a waveform, and said in a cold voice devoid of emotion, "Push two doses of cardiotonic agents and bring over the chest opener." Mia, with a peppermint candy in her mouth, rushed forward quickly, pushed the dazed Lucas aside, and quickly connected the endotracheal tube to the ventilator. A fine, prickly pain rose in the flesh beneath my left collarbone, as if tiny ice crystals were drilling out through my veins. It was the agony of forsaken love, an old wound left by Adrian's act of tearing up the contract when he had been mentally drained too severely over the past three years. I forcefully suppressed the nauseating sweetness rising from my throat, picked up the sterile forceps with my left hand, and gripped the titanium surgical scalpel tightly with my right hand, with the tip firmly pressed against the midline of the man's sternum. As the sharp blade sliced through the flesh, what gushed out was not red blood, but a dark pus mixed with a strong odor of sulfur and rust. Just as the knife was about to peel off the sternal epithelium Drip . The waveform on the monitor screen suddenly flattened into a straight line, eliciting a piercing, long beep!!! That right hand, covered in dark patterns and equipped with inch-long sharp claws on its fingers, whipped up a fierce wind and, with a backhand, locked my right wrist!