After sending the message, he took a deep breath and sighed before grabbing the box that was on top. He exerted some of his strength and lifted it up, only to find his vision go blurry. He blinked a few times, trying to get back his clear vision, only to fail.
His legs gave in and he fell to the floor along with the box, his body unresponsive as he stared at the ceiling until the blurry vision turned completely black.
Unbeknownst to him, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times as it emitted a powerful light beam which shot through the thin layer of cloth. It brightened the entire area with the powerful glow for a few seconds before subsiding.
Once the light was gone, only Keith remained. Or at least, his body. The boxes were nowhere to be seen. The most surprising thing was that no one came to check out the source of the powerful beam of light.
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Keith opened his eyes, only to find himself in an unfamiliar place. He was in a small room that barely had any furniture. The entire place was dark, but he would still guess what he was looking at based on the slight shapes that his eyes were able to see.
There was a regular sized bed, a table with a few things on top of it and then there was a chair in front of this table. Other than these three items, there really was nothing in the room.
After looking around, he placed his hand on the floor and pushed himself up. As he lifted his hand from the floor, he frowned as he felt like he had touched something wet.
Since he couldn't see, he brought his hand to his nose and sniffed.
'Blood....'
The frown on his face deepened as he hurriedly stood up and this time, he felt like his whole back was wet. Not even a second passed since he realised this when he felt a stinging pain on his abdomen. He brought his hand to the place where he felt the pain and found something sticking out from his body.
'.... is this a knife?' he asked himself as he looked down at the thing he was touching at this moment. It felt like a knife's handle, but he knew that if he pulled it out, he would die from blood gushing out of the wound.
The knife was currently stopping the blood from flowing out, so even though he wanted to pull the knife out, he stopped himself from doing so.
'Just what in the hell is going on...' he thought as he looked around, hoping to find a light switch.
Before he could move towards the walls, he heard sounds coming from outside the room. The sound of multiple footsteps entered his ears and that was when he heard voices.
"Officer, this one. I think this is the place from where I heard the screams." a mature feminine voice said.
Not knowing what was going on, Keith lied back on the floor and closed his eyes, feigning ignorance and acting like he was unconscious.
Lying back on a pool of blood was not really pleasant, but he didn't know what else he could do as there was a possibility of him being framed.
"We understand, miss. Can you please stand back for a bit." another voice said, this time masculine, but not too deep.
Soon after, Keith heard a loud bang on the door. From the sound, he could make a guess that there were at least two or three people trying to kick the door open.
Three seconds later, he heard another bang and the process repeated. On the eighth round of kicks, he heard the door open with a loud bang, but kept his eyes closed and regulated his breathing.
"Stabbed in the stomach area." he heard a man say and a second later, he felt someone grab his arm and place two finger on his wrist.
"There's a pulse. Hurry and carry him to the hospital nearby! Quick!"
"Yes sir!" another person said and Keith felt himself being lifted up. The pain in his abdominal area shot up and he was unable to keep acting anymore.
He opened his eyes and screamed, "Aaarghh! It hurts!!"
"He's awake. It's a good thing, but carry him properly you morons!" the one who seemed to be their leader said and the ones who were carrying Keith slowed down and adjusted their positions so that they could prioritise comfort while not sacrificing speed.
While he was being carried by the four men, he looked around and noticed that he was not in his neighbourhood. Infact, he could tell just by looking at the buildings that he was not in his country either.
'Did someone smuggle me for my organs or something?' he thought to himself, but then he saw a statue of a scholarly man in front of a large building.
'This... '
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even though it was night and the only reliable source of light being the moonlight, he could still make out the general shape and features of the statue as there were multiple oil lamps placed around it.
The statue's appearance was eerily similar to the description of the god of medicine from the book he had been reading for almost a decade.
'The god of medicine, Galen. Did I actually transmigrate? Just what is going on...'
"Ugh!"
Another burst of pain assaulted him, but this time, it was just his head. He felt like his skull was being split open with a hammer and the brain was getting squeezed by a giant hand. Unable to bear the pain, he passed out while his body twitched uncontrollably.
The four people who were carrying him, panicked and increased their speed, not caring about his comfort anymore.
"Hey! Is any doctor free? We have an emergency situation and someone is about to die!"
A few seconds after they screamed, a short man ran out of a room and glanced at Keith before looking at the policemen, "Stab wound. Follow me."