Huang Ming stared at Lu Yuan who was eating dinner, wanting to laugh.
Tsk tsk, saving over a million yuan by giving up an ability, where else could you find such a good deal?
As for safety issues...
That's Doctor Lu Yuan!
How could he let himself die?!
As long as he doesn't die, this business is a win no matter what!
In fact, Huang Ming wasn't stupid, he knew it all too well!
Did he really think he was fooled by Lu Yuan?
It's just that...
What he didn't know was that Lu Yuan really had no idea this time.
These two gentlemen had their minds set on this.
After dinner, Huang Ming went straight to Lu Yuan's operating room #4 to lie down.
And this time, Lu Yuan didn't even ask Lin Youyou to come and administer anesthesia, providing one-stop service himself.
Neither had any other choice, afraid the other would change their mind.
Soon, the shadowless lamp in operating room #4 lit up.
Outside the operating room, The Clown looked at the lit up operating room #4, furious, "That Lu is dishonest!"
"He said the third one was mine!"
Beside him, Liu Yuan, who was off work, holding a cup of milk tea, bored and wandering around, muttered: "Usually when Doctor Lu voluntarily works overtime, it's often a free surgery."
"Cough cough, in other words, they are surgeries that could make breakthrough contributions to human medicine."
The Clown: "..."
"I didn't expect that little chicken in room #98 would have such courage, he really impresses me..."
Liu Yuan turned and looked at Li Lin in the reception hall staring blankly at the list of clinic services. She murmured: "There's another brave one over there."
The Clown also looked over, "What do you mean? He's also a little chicken."
Liu Yuan: "He's been staring at the last item on the service list without moving his eyes for ten minutes now."
The last item on the service list was gender reassignment surgery, which Liu Yuan had added not long ago.
The Clown: "Tsk—"
"Can't there be a single normal person in this clinic?!"
Seeing Liu Yuan's hand squeezing the milk tea straw, The Clown quickly waved his hand, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest..."
After The Clown left, Liu Yuan was also about to leave. As she turned to walk down the corridor, a voice came from behind.
"Nurse, your milk tea drinking action really fascinates me."
Liu Yuan turned around to see Li Lin staring straight at her.
She revealed an charming smile, and gently sipped some milk tea, "Sluurrp—"
Liu Yuan's action made Li Lin across from her somewhat panicking. He awkwardly asked, "Excuse me, does, does Doctor Lu, like your type?"
Casually throwing the finished milk tea into the trash can next to her, Liu Yuan's expression was tinged with a hint of helplessness. She gently said, "No, Doctor Lu only likes those with openings on their bodies."
"Whether it's men, women, living, dead, infected, or beasts..."
"As long as you can make an incision on your belly, you will be the brightest star in Doctor Lu's eyes. So—"
Liu Yuan looked meaningfully at Li Lin and said, "Cherish your body, don't do anything stupid for someone impossible."
Having said this, her tone suddenly turned somewhat cold, "If that person was possible, do you think this would be your turn?"
Li Lin stood in place, seeming to contemplate Liu Yuan's words, and also seeming to be deterred by the aura of aloofness that Liu Yuan had erupted with for a moment.
After a long time, when Liu Yuan had already disappeared at the end of the corridor, he murmured to himself:
"I think I understand now."
"Compared to how I am now, he probably still prefers your type."
Instantly, an smile appeared on Li Lin's powdered face.
...
In operating room #4.
Lu Yuan had been busy with Huang Ming for half a day.
Because this was the first transplant of a super-intelligence ability gene, Lu Yuan watched the changes of the cell primordial liquid in Huang Ming's body almost without blinking.
That's right, Huang Ming was cut open again.
Although it wasn't necessary, Lu Yuan felt that he had to strictly ensure the patient's safety, so he did it.
The first time, Lu Yuan only injected a small amount of cell primordial liquid into Huang Ming's body.
After confirming that this super-intelligence ability gene would not have a strong anomalous rejection reaction with the human body, he gradually increased the dosage.
At the same time, Lu Yuan kept a close eye on the various values on the life monitor next to him, recording and observing the changes in Huang Ming's body.
Just like this, three hours passed.
During this time, Huang Ming's body did not have any adverse reactions.
This proved that, at least for the current situation, the super-intelligence ability gene was not incompatible with the body.
This was a good sign.
After another two hours, it was one o'clock in the morning.
Lu Yuan stitched up Huang Ming and sat silently at the side of the operating table.
At this moment, Lu Yuan felt somewhat sad.
After a while, Lu Yuan got up and bowed deeply to Huang Ming on the operating table.
Coming out from the preparation room, Lin Youyou was startled, "Doctor Lu?"
Lu Yuan waved his hand sorrowfully, "You go out first, let me be alone for a while."
"Oh..."
That night, Lu Yuan just sat in the operating room, staring at Huang Ming on the operating table until dawn.
At seven o'clock, when nurses changed shifts, Liu Yuan found Lu Yuan in operating room #4, "Doctor Lu?"
"Boss?"
Lu Yuan feebly said, "Is it dawn already?"
Seeing Huang Ming on the operating table, Liu Yuan's face suddenly changed. "Could it be...?"
Lu Yuan looked exceptionally glum. "What could it be? Doesn't this happen often?"
Liu Yuan: "Another, another misunderstanding occurred?"
Lu Yuan: "..."
Liu Yuan hurriedly corrected herself: "No, no, can't say 'another', should use 'unexpectedly' instead..."
"So, Boss, shall we bury him? Or hang him up?"
Lu Yuan: "No need to go that far. I need to reflect on my mistakes first. Go out, don't disturb me."
"Ok, I'll be next door."
Outside the operating room, The Clown muttered, "I said, free things are the most expensive."
...
That day, Lu Yuan didn't eat a single bite.
Around nine o'clock at night, Huang Ming on the operating table slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing Lu Yuan sitting next to him, Huang Ming was startled.
"Doctor Lu, what, what are you doing?"
Lu Yuan looked at Huang Ming, somewhat embarrassed, "Master Huang..."
"Hmm?"
"This, this surgery had a small accident, of course, if you wish, you could also call it..."
"A beautiful misunderstanding."
Huang Ming: "Doctor Lu, please speak plainly, okay? I'm fine, aren't I? Don't tell me the ability transplant was unsuccessful?"
Lu Yuan covered his face with his hands, powerlessly said: "The ability gene transplant was very successful."
"So successful that I can't even take it out of your body now."
Huang Ming's face lit up in delight. "Then, then what are you doing? You can't be asking me to pay, right?"
"Doctor Lu, I'm telling you, you'd better pay attention to your own credibility..."
Lu Yuan shook his head and said, "Master Huang, I made a mistake, I shouldn't have used human cognitive concepts to match the ability genes of other creatures."
"To be precise, I thought the ability should be A, but it turned out to be B..."
"Doctor Lu, just say it directly..."
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and said, "I got the ability gene I gave you wrong."
Huang Ming's body stiffened, "What ability did you give me?"
Lu Yuan: "Ling Dan..."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
