An hour later, two human-shaped specimens that had been skinned clean hung in Lu Yuan's "exhibition hall" on the basement floor of his clinic.
Looking at these two new exhibits, Lu Yuan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed this time.
He was not very satisfied with these two exhibits.
To be precise, he was not very satisfied with the exhibit that was Old Five.
Because Old Five's death was quite miserable, with a steel pipe stabbed into the top of his head.
It completely ruined the artistic aesthetic created by the perfect exhibits displayed in his exhibition hall.
No matter how skilled Lu Yuan was at skinning and disemboweling, he couldn't glue the violently cracked skull back together.
Unless he used an artificial skeleton.
But that would violate Lu Yuan's requirements for his exhibits to be in their original state, fully original, no replacements, no repairs, and no hidden diseases.
After thinking about it, Lu Yuan finally took Old Five down.
With his signature move, dragging the body on the ground like dragging a dead dog, he headed to the pond behind the medical school.
Along the way, Lu Yuan would stop and close his eyes in thought every few steps.
He wasn't mourning, but carefully appreciating the two new medical knowledge that had just appeared in his mind.
"Basic introduction to complete brain tissue transplantation..."
"Not bad, it's a pity that it's just basic level, it can only be used on simple low-level animal brains."
"I'll grab a few to practice on another day."
"Mechanical organ backend structure with micro needleless injection..."
"Needleless injection mechanical organs? It seems to be prosthetic limbs with needleless injection function."
"Backend structure? Don't tell me the front end is needed too?"
Looking at the words "backend structure", Lu Yuan thought it was just like the "basic introduction" earlier, just one part of a complete medical knowledge system.
But when he carefully comprehended this medical knowledge, Lu Yuan could only lament at the powerful future medical technology.
In short, this second medical knowledge was about how to build a mechanical organ module on a living organism, enabling the organism to have needleless injection capabilities.
This mechanical organ module was the so-called "backend structure".
Of course, this mechanical organ module did need front-end organs, or more commonly, "needles", "mouthparts".
But Lu Yuan didn't need to make them specifically. The kind of microneedles used to inject insulin were completely fine.
Paired with the trace anesthetics that needed to be pre-stored in the organ module, it formed a painless injection, which made it difficult for people to feel the injection.
There were many of these expired needles in the storage warehouse of the abandoned medical school.
Lu Yuan didn't plan to use them for good deeds anyway, so whether they were expired or not, as long as they worked it was fine.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuan, who had just walked a few steps, stopped on the road again.
This time he was in a daze for a good dozen minutes or so.
He was pondering the application scenarios of this mechanical organ structure.
Soon, when Lu Yuan came back to his senses again, he did not hesitate anymore and strode forward, dragging Old Five's corpse and leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
When he arrived at the edge of the pond behind the medical school, Lu Yuan casually threw Old Five's corpse, which still weighed over 100 kilograms, into the pond.
Splash!
With a splash, the Mechanical Giant Alligator that hadn't been seen for days rushed out from the pond and bit Old Five's corpse with one bite.
Crunch!
Crunch!
While the Mechanical Giant Alligator happily ate on one side, Lu Yuan carefully observed the little dragon carvings that had been taken care of by the Mechanical Giant Alligator for several days on the other side.
These past few days, Zhang Baobao strictly followed Lu Yuan's instructions and came to feed these little dragon carvings three times a day.
Because they were exotic beasts, their growth rate was naturally very fast. The little dragon carvings that were only the size of a fist at the beginning were now almost the size of a palm.
Looking at this nest of thriving little dragon carvings, Lu Yuan stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "They're still too small, wait a few more days..."
That afternoon, Lu Yuan was busy for half a day in his second operating room.
By the evening, a mechanical organ module the size of a soccer ball had taken shape in his hand.
Lu Yuan only had one comment on this object: the size was too big and useless.
Such a large object completely did not meet Lu Yuan's expectations of it. That night, the lights in the second operating room stayed on until midnight.
In the meantime, the clinic received a call. The other party didn't seem to be a local and spoke a little stiffly. He wanted to make an appointment for Lu Yuan's consultation at 6 am tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow was Lu Yuan's work day anyway, although the time was a bit early, a doctor has a parental heart, Lu Yuan nodded and agreed without thinking too much while arranging the mechanical organ module.
While Lu Yuan was engrossed in researching the mechanical organ module, at 4 am in Ward 98.
The weather in Yun City had been quite sunny these days without rain, and the temperature was comfortable.
There would always be gusts of cool breeze blowing at night. Suddenly, among these gusts of cool night breeze, an unusually strong gust blew past.
Huang Ming, who was sound asleep, instantly opened his eyes. Without saying a word, he got out of bed, went to the window and looked in a certain direction in the sky.
"Such a close spiritual aura fluctuation, it might produce new polluted ones!"
"I could feel it, Doctor Lu must have felt it too..."
Muttering to himself, Huang Ming immediately changed his clothes and went to the square in front of the clinic to wait.
Soon, Huang Ming did see Lu Yuan's figure.
As soon as he saw Lu Yuan, Huang Ming asked, "Doctor Lu, you're going to check out the spiritual aura fluctuation over there right? I'll go with you!"
To Huang Ming's surprise, Lu Yuan shook his head and threw his car keys to Huang Ming, saying, "It'll be dawn soon and the clinic needs to receive patients, I can't leave. Go check it out for me."
Instantly, Huang Ming hesitated a little.
Lu Yuan laughed and asked, "What's wrong? Does the future exorcist even lack this little bit of courage now?"
Huang Ming smiled helplessly and shook his head. "Doctor Lu, I'm not afraid of this, I'm just curious, what if I just leave like this?"
"Aren't you still observing me for three months?"
Lu Yuan turned and walked back to the clinic, his voice drifted into Huang Ming's ears, making his whole body shudder.
"Want to run away? As long as you think you're fast enough, it's totally fine."
Huang Ming suddenly sniffed hard, feeling chilled all over. He immediately got into Lu Yuan's armored SUV.
More than ten minutes later, Huang Ming drove to the outskirts of Yun City.
With his own abilities, he could clearly feel the direction of the place where the spiritual aura fluctuation had just erupted.
Huang Ming did not drive directly to the destination, but parked the car in advance on the side of the highway and walked over on foot.
He did this because if he really encountered something, the roar of the motorcycle would expose his arrival.
Following along the edge of the highway forward, Huang Ming saw a wheat field.
There were a few scattered scarecrows standing in the middle of the wheat field. The wheat waves rolled in the night breeze. Looking around, it was a vibrant scene.
Such a scene instantly lifted Huang Ming's mood.
Thinking of the spiritual aura fluctuation he had just sensed, Huang Ming, who was determined to become an exorcist, secretly pumped himself up, "I'll start my exorcist path by protecting this vibrant and flourishing wheat field!"
Speaking, Huang Ming also sent a message to Lu Yuan, the meaning was almost the same as the sentence he used to pump himself up just now.
After that, Huang Ming strode into the wheat field with his head held high.
In less than a minute, his phone rang.
Huang Ming took a look, it was a message from Lu Yuan.
"Congratulations Master Huang Ming! You've encountered something lovely~ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ"
"After the nuclear winter, neither wheat nor barley can survive outdoors."
Snap!
Instantly, Huang Ming's phone abruptly dropped to the ground.

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.