You

You watch the patient struggle against the binging on the table as you walked close to it.

"Healthy male. Age 21. Mother and father are dead," a voice calls out. The patient struggles against the gag, trying to plead his way to freedom.

"Good then. No one to ask after him," you stated as you look at a small table next to you. The table carried the instrument to perform a surgery. You carefully looked at the selection and then picked up a sharp scalpel.

"yes, that's correct, sir," the same voice answered. You nodded to the voice and then turned your attention to the patient.

"this is going to hurt a bit," you said before bearing down and cutting the skin of the patient. The patient screams against the gag and begin to cry. Blood begins to dripped down the side of the table.

"Someone, put a pan under the table to caught the blood," you stated as you worked. The patient's eyes dimmed and still struggled. Tears began to leaked out of his eyes. "Now, there is no reason to cried," you cried as you peel away the muscle of the abdominal wall. You cut the blood vessels and veins, not bothering to clean away the blood gushing from them. The patient soon died.

"Here," you said as you reached in the hole and put out a healthy liver. "bring a bag and freeze it." You put the liver in a bowl that was hold next to you.

"alright away," a woman voice sounded. Footstep could be heard as the person walked away. You stated down at the patient.

"Thank you," you said as you walked away, taking off the gloves, "Make sure you collect the blood and someone take tissue from other areas. We can use those as well."