The electronic clock in the laboratory emitted a soft, ticking sound. Zhang Ming raised a hand to signal his assistant to remove the subject's blindfold.
The instant the black silk cloth slipped away, the air seemed to hit the mute button. The model's once-flawless face was now covered in a sticky, asphalt-like substance, and her ulcerating skin tissue exuded a yellowish-green pus, the putrid stench instantly exploding through the confined space.
"Ugh," the nursing intern stumbled, knocking over an instrument rack as she covered her nose and mouth and rushed into the sterilization room.
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