It's not impressive to take something apart, but it's truly remarkable if you can put it back together and make it even more practical and beautiful than before. - Lu Yuan.
In the next half hour, Lu Yuan's actions completely overturned the worldview of Xiao Chen and Little Grass.
Witnessing Lu Yuan's skillful maneuvers, Xiao Chen finally understood what Oldest Brother Liu meant by the "cleanest corpse."
Before today, whenever someone complained about stomachaches, discomfort in the heart, or indigestion, Xiao Chen had a vague idea of where those organs were located, but not a clear understanding.
However, today, in just half an hour, Lu Yuan made sure that Xiao Chen would never forget the exact position of every organ in the human body.
It was a vivid and hands-on teaching experience.
For this demonstration, Lu Yuan used a regular surgical scalpel.
The scalpel, about fifteen centimeters long, seemed to be stuck to Lu Yuan's hand as if it were an extension of his fingers.
At times, it almost seemed as if the scalpel had a mind of its own.
With a flick of Lu Yuan's fingers or a gentle press, the scalpel danced between the heart and lungs, its icy gleam tracing the blood vessels.
In less than half an hour, Lu Yuan dissected the chest cavity of the straw man with surgical precision, even removing an appendix.
Unlike his previous introspective dissections, this time Lu Yuan didn't need to ponder because the ability possessed by this particular individual was a common power enhancement.
Having dissected individuals with the same ability before, Lu Yuan didn't gain new medical knowledge, but he replicated the power-enhancing genes of this individual.
Feeling his own power replenished, Lu Yuan took a deep breath and began the process of restoration.
Midway through the process, Xiao Chen turned and found a place to vomit, while Little Grass, with red gleaming eyes, kept staring at Lu Yuan.
Indeed, Little Grass was fixated on Lu Yuan himself, not just his actions.
Evidently, this straw man was still trying to analyze why this creature before him had such a terrifying fetish.
Once everything was completed, Lu Yuan dug a hole and buried the last straw man with abilities.
Guided by Little Grass, Lu Yuan found his own car.
Since Xiao Chen and Huang Ming were both patients, Lu Yuan and Liu Yuan each drove a car, with Lu Yuan specifically assigning Little Grass to his vehicle.
As a result, Xiao Chen and Huang Ming exchanged a glance and tacitly got into Liu Yuan's car.
Meanwhile, in another part of town, an upscale armored car pulled up at the entrance of Yun City Medical College.
The armored car came to a stop in the square outside the reception hall, and a woman and two men stepped out of it.
The woman had a somewhat... provocative appearance, exuding a sense of worldliness.
She took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of narrow eyes that betrayed her cunning and shrewdness.
One of the men was the driver, nearly six and a half feet tall with a sturdy physique and well-defined muscles.
The other man carried a briefcase, looking frail and wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He appeared to be the woman's assistant.
In the medical school at this moment, there were only Little Baby and Zhang Fenglan.
Upon seeing someone approaching, Little Baby hurriedly stood at the entrance of the reception hall, waiting.
"Why would there be a child in a place like this?"
The woman's assistant spoke up, while the woman's driver vigilantly observed the surroundings, his gaze falling on Zhang Baobao, who was carrying a cartoon backpack.
Sensing the special meaning in the driver's gaze, Zhang Baobao furrowed her brows.
She turned around to look at the number dispenser behind her, then bit her little finger and looked at the three people in front, seemingly conflicted.
Her young mind couldn't comprehend whether these people were here to seek medical treatment.
"It's not surprising to see anything in a small clinic like this. Let's go and check the situation," the woman said, carrying her delicate handbag and walking towards the reception hall.
"Excuse me, little one, is the doctor here?"
The woman, who had a cold expression just a second ago, immediately put on a smile when she reached Zhang Baobao and took out a lollipop from her handbag, handing it to Little Baby.
Little Baby blinked her big eyes and asked in a sweet voice, "Has Brother Lu gone out? Are you here for a medical check-up?"
"We..."
The woman glanced at the reception hall and said, "We're not here for a medical check-up. We came to discuss some cooperation matters with the doctors at this clinic."
"Little one, do you know when the doctor will be back?"
Upon hearing that they were not here for a medical check-up, Zhang Baobao's eyes showed some disappointment, but also some inexplicable excitement.
"If you're not here for a medical check-up, then don't go inside. Just wait here," she said.
"I don't know when Brother Lu will be back."
Saying that, Zhang Baobao hopped towards the inner side of the reception hall. When she reached the number dispenser, she raised her little hand and pointed at it, saying in a sweet voice, "If you're here for a medical check-up, remember to take a number!"
The woman looked somewhat surprised at the lollipop that Zhang Baobao didn't take from her hand, nodded and smiled, "Okay, we got it!"
"Um..."
Zhang Baobao tilted her head and stared at the woman for a while before suddenly saying something inexplicable, "Sister, your hair looks really nice~"
This statement initially puzzled the woman, but then she immediately understood and laughed, "Haha! Little cutie, you're also very cute!"
Zhang Baobao didn't show any expression in response to the woman's praise. Instead, she continued to stare at the woman's hair for a while.
This made the woman feel somewhat uncomfortable, and only then did Zhang Baobao say in a sweet voice, "Sister, if your hair looks nice, it must also smell good, right?"
Suddenly, a strong sense of sympathy arose in the woman's heart.
Look at that, such an adorable child saying such things. Could it be that this small clinic doesn't even have something as basic as shampoo?
With this thought, the woman said to her driver behind her, "Long, go to the car and get my shampoo."
However, when the woman looked at Long, she noticed that her usually composed and dignified driver and bodyguard was sweating profusely.
"Long, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The tall man, standing at nearly 1.9 meters, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a stiff smile and said, "Boss, it's a bit stuffy in here. Shall we go outside to talk?"
The woman immediately sensed something was wrong and looked around cautiously.
However, besides Zhang Baobao, she didn't see anything else.
Trusting her bodyguard, the woman didn't say a word and left the reception hall in her high heels.
But...
The woman's assistant, who had been silent all along, clearly sneered at the bodyguard's words.
As someone with special abilities, he didn't think they needed to be so cautious in this abandoned medical college clinic.
But seeing that the woman and the bodyguard had gone outside, the assistant had no choice but to follow suit.
After leaving the reception hall, the bodyguard kept walking without stopping, going hundreds of meters away.
The light rain from above kept falling on the bodyguard's head, bringing a slight coolness that eased his restless mind.
Looking at the woman, who was clearly confused, the bodyguard said seriously, "Boss, there's something wrong with that little girl!"
"She carries the aura of death!"

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.

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.”