"Cough cough..."
Liu Yuan cleared her throat and said, "Having one leg means having a very good relationship."
The little one who had his eyes closed and was leaning on Liu Yuan's chest immediately said, "Then I also want to have a leg with—"
"Mmph mmph!"
The little one was halfway through speaking when Liu Yuan hastily covered his mouth. "Shut up! Adults are talking, kids shouldn't interrupt!"
Liu Yuan and the little one's conversation was heard loud and clear by Lu Yuan on the other side.
In response, Lu Yuan just looked at the snarling Black Claw pointed at him with an elegant yet dignified smile, and said, "It can't be helped. I'm always troubled by my good looks and charm. It really worries me."
The Black Claw, which just a moment ago was ferocious and seemed intent on tearing Lu Yuan into shreds, was now frozen in place. It wanted to move but didn't dare.
The figures that had walked out from the nearby rooms gradually became clear under the candlelight in the corridor.
The closest one to come out was a scaly woman!
This woman didn't walk out, but crawled out from the wall of the room!
She crawled from the wall onto the door, her entire body hidden in the room's shadows as she opened her fanged, bloody maw at the Black Claw pointed at Lu Yuan!
The rooms along this corridor were not across from each other, but staggered.
In the room diagonally across from the woman, a pale, tattooed man stared at the Black Claw in the corridor, his eyes glowing eerily red!
As one strange, humanoid creature after another appeared in front of their rooms in various unique ways, Lu Yuan looked at the Black Claw before him with great interest in his gaze!
Clearly, the Black Claw also felt tremendous pressure. In an instant, the resentful voice emerged again: "Lu Yuan! You're ruthless!"
As the voice fell, the ominously oppressive Black Claw suddenly dispersed into black smoke!
When the smoke cleared, the ferocious giant claw was gone, replaced by a gentle, jade-like hand.
Then, all the darkness that had emerged in the corridor gathered towards that jade hand, finally transforming into an extremely sensual teenage girl with long, purple wavy hair standing in front of Lu Yuan.
The girl had an extremely charming smile on her face. "Doctor Lu, long time no see!"
However, faced with this sensual purple-haired girl, Lu Yuan didn't seem receptive at all.
"Mm, it has been a while since we last met."
As Lu Yuan spoke, he went over and pulled Liu Yuan and Zhang Baobao up.
His attitude was extremely cold, even less friendly than when he had faced the giant claw earlier.
Liu Yuan, who had just opened her eyes, didn't even glance at the big purple waves next to her. But the little one, Zhang Baobao, kept staring at the purple-haired girl ceaselessly.
The purple-haired girl clearly also sensed Lu Yuan's attitude. She went forward to hug Lu Yuan's arm, but as soon as the girl's hand reached out, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared in Lu Yuan's hand.
A shiny willow leaf knife was clenched in Lu Yuan's hand.
In an instant, the purple-haired girl's hand froze in mid-air.
"Um, uh, Doctor Lu, Master Lu, can't you be a little friendlier to this young lady?"
A hint of abnormal smile emerged on Lu Yuan's face, the first time he had looked straight at the girl since she appeared.
"If you can promise me one thing, I'll treat you better from now on."
The girl exclaimed in delight, "Really? Lu Yuan, you say, say it quickly! Tell me quickly!"
Lu Yuan pushed up the frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose and slowly said, "If one day, I put you on the operating table, you must promise me..."
"To face me with the demon claws you just transformed into, and not with your ordinary human form now."
Girl: "..."
In a flash, the girl understood.
Even when she had revealed her maliciousness earlier, Lu Yuan hadn't shown any impatience.
But as soon as she took human form, this Lu had turned hostile.
Because this freaking Lu was only interested in body structures he hadn't dissected before!
Having figured this out, the girl felt like she wasn't facing a person.
But a butcher who only liked to cut open and gut all kinds of livestock, one who preferred to do it for hobby and interest rather than for wages.
The girl was at a loss for words for a moment, then Lu Yuan turned to look at the rooms on both sides of the corridor.
Clap!
He snapped his fingers, and all the various humanoid creatures standing in the doorways retreated back into their rooms.
Bang!
Next, all the room doors closed and locked uniformly, except for two rooms.
One was Room No. 1, because the zombie infectee was upstairs.
The other was Room 0057, which the little one Zhang Baobao had a brief conversation with earlier.
Lu Yuan turned and walked towards Room 0057 behind him, with the three girls following.
When they reached the door, Lu Yuan called inside, "Come out, congratulations."
After a brief silence, faint footsteps sounded from inside the room.
But even after several minutes, the person inside still hadn't emerged.
The purple-haired girl was getting a little impatient. Just as she was about to step forward, Lu Yuan suddenly turned and stared at her coldly.
At this moment, although there was no surgical knife in Lu Yuan's hand, his gaze was as sharp as the sharpest willow leaf knife, piercing straight into the purple-haired girl's eyes!
Instantly, the purple-haired girl lowered her head and retreated two steps, not daring to move anymore.
After another two minutes, the person in Room 0057 finally slowly walked out.
He was a man, a young man in an old-fashioned western suit.
Although his suit was very old in style, it was very clean without a single crease.
As the man came out from the room, he looked very young but gave off an air of having experienced many hardships.
He bowed slightly to Lu Yuan and said, "Doctor Lu, can I...can I leave now?"
Lu Yuan took out a key from his pocket and handed it to the man. "You can. Actually you were already fine last month, but to be safe I kept you for another month."
"You'll need to stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time to confirm there are no issues. In three months you'll be free."
"For these three months you can live upstairs, in Room 98. That will be your room from now on."
"Congratulations. You're about to return to normal life."
Upon hearing Lu Yuan's last sentence, the man froze in place. Then he gradually started trembling all over!
Finally he couldn't even stand steadily and could only lean against the wall, squatting on the ground and sobbing loudly.
"I'm...I'm finally, I'm finally a normal person again..."
"Doctor Lu, thank...thank you, thank you!"
"Doctor Lu, thank you for turning me from a monster back into a human!"
"I...I..."
Seeing the man squatting on the ground sobbing bitterly, the purple-haired girl who had been scared stiff by Lu Yuan looked expectantly at Lu Yuan.
As it turned out, Lu Yuan was also looking at her.
"If you can regain your humanity, I can also let you leave."
"But clearly, you still have a long way to go. Letting you out now would be irresponsible to others' lives."
"As your doctor, I really want to help you recover."
"Don't give up, keep at it."
Lu Yuan's words sounded soft, slightly magnetic, and very pleasant to listen to.
After saying this, he signaled for Liu Yuan to support the man from Room 0057, while he carried Zhang Baobao himself. The four headed in the direction they had come from.
The purple-haired girl stood in place, staring blankly at Lu Yuan's retreating figure, lost in thought.
Liu Yuan slowly walked forward supporting the man beside her, a slight frown on her eyebrows.
It seemed everything had gone smoothly, but somehow she felt like they had forgotten something...
...
Operating Room 4.
Although Lu Yuan's time in the underground third floor seemed short, it was actually quite long.
It had been nearly six hours since Liu Yuan first sedated Old Seven.
On the operating table, Old Seven, who only had one leg reattached by Lu Yuan, slowly opened his eyes.
"Where is this place?"
"It feels like I'm having surgery?"
"Oh? Is the surgery done?"
Mumbling to himself, Old Seven turned his head and saw a basket on the floor, with two bloody legs inside.
These legs look a little familiar.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
