"Stand under the flagpole. You can only come back when it gets dark."
Hearing Lu Yuan's cold words, the two red dots in Little Grass' eyes blinked rapidly as if very aggrieved.
It lifted up the half basin of pig's blood in its hand again, "Mmm mmm mmm!"
Lu Yuan was stunned at first, then he understood.
In an instant, Lu Yuan was very moved.
What did that basin of pig's blood mean to Little Grass?
That was its food!
Little Grass was sharing its food with him!
Looking at the aggrieved-looking scarecrow in front of him, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Eh?
No, wait!
Lu Yuan suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, as if having succeeded with a cunning scheme!
As he looked up just now, he clearly saw the scarecrow had a very sneaky expression on its face!
Damn it!
He was almost fooled by this scarecrow!
"Stand under the flagpole. You can only come back tomorrow morning."
Little Grass: "......"
"Mmm!"
Lu Yuan lifted his palm.
Little Grass resignedly walked out slowly. Its retreating figure looked as dejected as could be.
After Little Grass left, Lu Yuan closed his eyes again to carefully perceive the knowledge in his mind, as well as that strange emotion he suddenly felt earlier.
This time, Lu Yuan kept his eyes shut for over an hour before opening them again.
By now his whole body was drenched in sweat as if he had just finished swimming.
He vigorously massaged his temples and murmured to himself, "Didn't expect that I could replicate the innate talents of domain beasts too..."
Lu Yuan now understood why he was suddenly able to sense Little Grass' emotions earlier.
It was because he had replicated Little Grass' ability to peek into people's minds.
But oddly, after this ability reached him, it seemed to become a disabled version.
He could only vaguely feel other people's emotions, and was unable to specifically peer into what others were thinking.
Besides that, he also gained another trait from this ability: relative immunity to mental attacks.
With the five new knowledge entries that had emerged in his mind, Lu Yuan had made quite a big harvest today.
He got up and left the operating room. Outside, he took off his surgical gown, cap and other garments, murmuring to himself, "Learning five genetic knowledge skills in a row, this tech tree is a bit skewed..."
"Gene modification of biological genomes, sounds as interesting as anatomy..."
...
By the time Sun Ying's group arrived at Lu Yuan's clinic, it was already noon.
Because none of them had slept well last night.
In the reception lobby, Sun Ying sat waiting in the lounge area.
Wei was staring at the scarecrow propped under the flagpole.
Long stood far away, seeming not wanting to get close to anyone.
After a while, Wei came to sit beside Sun Ying in the lobby.
"This Doctor Lu is quite interesting. He actually put up a scarecrow in front of his clinic, and it's made pretty well..."
"Yeah."
Sun Ying gave a cursory response as she was thinking about how to strike up a conversation with Lu Yuan later.
With nothing else to do, Wei could only casually glance around.
Seeing the shattered glass door of the reception lobby, and the rest area with only a row of triple seats, Wei really couldn't believe that the doctor in this small clinic had much ability.
But Wei still vividly remembered the scene that happened last night.
Thinking of that crocodile king in the pool of blood, Wei secretly wondered: Could this doctor's talent be...a veterinarian?
At this moment, Zhang Baobao and Zhang Fenglan, who had just had lunch, walked by the reception lobby.
As soon as Zhang Baobao saw Sun Ying, an incredibly cute smile appeared on her little face: "Beautiful-haired sister who smells so nice, you've come again?"
Although Sun Ying found Zhang Baobao's words a bit strange, what bad thoughts could a little girl have?
"Yes honey, I've come again!"
This time, Sun Ying took out a pack of sweet milk buns from her bag. Zhang Baobao drooled at the sight and asked in her tender voice: "Are these for me?"
"Yes, they're for you!"
Sun Ying stuffed the milk buns into Zhang Baobao's hands, and also ruffled her head with the pigtails.
Zhang Baobao tore open the bun packaging, took a bite out of one, but stared at Sun Ying's hair as she said, "Yummy!"
Women always had little resistance against cute little girls like this, especially such a sweet-talking darling like Baby Zhang?
"Oh so yummy?"
Sun Ying gently pinched the pigtail on Zhang Baobao's head. "Super yummy! Sister will go buy you a few more packs this afternoon! Would you like that?"
Zhang Baobao's face immediately crinkled. In her tender voice she said, "No...never mind, forget it. Big Brother Lu doesn't let me eat these..."
At the end, Zhang Baobao stretched out her little hand and pointed at Sun Ying's head.
Of course, Sun Ying misunderstood, thinking that Lu Yuan didn't allow Zhang Baobao to eat sweets.
Pinchiing Zhang Baobao's soft cheek, Sun Ying said with a smile, "Haha! You have to listen to your Big Brother Lu, but it's okay to eat less!"
Zhang Baobao was stunned. "Really...really?"
Sun Ying nodded, "Yes yes, really!"
Zhang Baobao blinked. Sun Ying also blinked along.
Finally Zhang Baobao turned away, holding the sweet milk buns in her arms. As she slowly left, there was deep regret in her tender voice, "No more, I can't eat any more...or there won't be any more of you..."
"Hahahahaha!"
This was the first time Sun Ying had seen such a cute little girl. Her already dusty face seemed to bloom like a flower.
Outside the reception lobby, Long silently watched this scene. He slowly lifted a trembling hand to push his sunglasses upwards, then retreated a few more steps back.
It was two in the afternoon when Sun Ying finally met Lu Yuan.
Although today wasn't a working day, since the guests were already here and so was he, Lu Yuan didn't want to seem inhospitable.
Moreover, the other party was highly likely to help Lu Yuan resolve a major difficulty he faced at the moment.
Upon seeing Sun Ying again, Lu Yuan took the initiative to speak before she could say anything, "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. We really don't deal with pharmaceuticals here, nor have any plans to get into the pharmaceutical business."
Sun Ying nodded. "I understand, Doctor Lu. This time, I didn't come to talk to you about pharmaceuticals."
"I came to discuss with you about the supply chain issues of your prosthetic limbs. As far as I know, your prosthetic limbs seem to be selling at rather high prices?"
Lu Yuan thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Actually, I've always felt that my prosthetic limbs are selling too cheap."
"May I see some samples?"
"Of course."
A few minutes later, Liu Yuan brought over a rectangular cryogenic container box and placed it in front of Sun Ying. She opened it.
Inside was a complete human leg.
Upon seeing this leg, Sun Ying immediately said, "Doctor Lu, I wanted to see your prosthetic limbs, not anatomic leg models—"
Sun Ying stopped mid-speech when she noticed something. This cryogenic container box...
Anatomic models didn't need cryogenic storage, only bio-prosthetics containing living cells needed to be kept this way.
And right now, the leg before her eyes had lifelike muscle lines, capillaries and even leg hair down to every detail.
Somewhat bewildered, Sun Ying couldn't help asking, "Doctor Lu, is this...a bio-prosthetic? Chopped off from a real person?"
As soon as Lu Yuan heard the word "chopped" from Sun Ying's mouth, his eyelid twitched intensely.
Damn, this woman looks so enchanting but her words are venomous!
He was a dignified surgeon, yet she made him sound like some limb-hacking butcher!
Visibly displeased, Lu Yuan retorted, "Ms. Sun, this is the prosthetic limb from my clinic. It just has a synthetic flesh and fiber skin covering externally."
"After all, these are rare goods. It's understandable you haven't seen them before."
To convey his displeasure, Lu Yuan deliberately spoke with a mocking tone, as if looking at a country bumpkin.
As a result, Sun Ying was left gaping in place, dumbfounded for a long time.
To think that she, the proud business representative of the S District's most technologically advanced, largest-scaled and most powerful pharmaceutical enterprise group!
Had actually just been...mocked in the small clinic of this backwater town?

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