No one knew how much time had passed before Jiang Yingying, her face numbed, saw Lu Yuan change to a small surgical saw with serrated edges.
"Step two, remove the face and shave the bones."
"Although your previous facial structure was not bad, in order to completely change your appearance, the bones still need to be worked on a bit."
Then Jiang Yingying felt a cool sensation on her face, as if something was rubbing against her skin.
When Lu Yuan changed to a small chisel, Jiang Yingying heard a "crack" sound.
Was this her cheekbone being chiseled open?
Clink, clink, clink!
Crack, crack, crack!
Seeing Lu Yuan pick up a metal grinding wheel, Jiang Yingying decided to close her eyes and not look any more.
"Step three, grind the new facial bone structure."
Hum—
"Step four, trim the jawbone."
Slap, slap, slap!
"Step five, attach the new facial bone tissue material."
This time Lu Yuan took out synthetic bone material without metal elements, along with 502 special adhesive.
In her groggy state, Jiang Yingying only felt an itchy sensation on her face, as if some sticky, foul-smelling stuff was being applied.
"Step six, fill in the skin fiber tissue material."
"Step seven, facial skin and five sensory organ shaping, carving, and test fitting."
"First test fitting failed, reshaping facial skin..."
"Second test fitting succeeded."
...
Lu Yuan was busy working on Jiang Yingying's face until two o'clock in the afternoon before he finished.
Liu Yuan came to push Jiang Yingying, whose whole head was wrapped in thick gauze, out of the operating room. Lu Yuan went to eat.
While eating, Lu Yuan took out that doll baby and placed it to the side.
As a result, looking at the aggrieved doll face, Lu Yuan suddenly felt he was eating more deliciously.
Just then, with a plop, the little doll suddenly collapsed on the table and slowly crawled towards Lu Yuan.
She had just touched Lu Yuan's sleeve when he picked her up and put her aside.
The doll was undeterred and crawled towards Lu Yuan again.
This time, Lu Yuan quickly wolfed down the remaining food in front of him in two to three bites. Holding the doll, he walked to the tea room next to the dining room.
Lu Yuan opened the refrigerator in the tea room.
He looked sinisterly at the doll in his hand and said, "If you don't stay put, I'll put you in the fridge—"
Lu Yuan stopped mid-sentence when he saw the doll stretch out her paws to grab a bag of milk bread rolls bigger than her face inside the fridge.
"Looks like you'll be quite comfortable staying here."
Having said that, Lu Yuan found a cozy spot for the doll in the fridge's freezer compartment and threw her in.
Slam!
After closing the fridge door, Lu Yuan stood to the side, silently counting numbers in his heart.
Lu Yuan's original plan was to count to twenty before taking out the doll.
But when he counted to fifteen, a thought suddenly arose in Lu Yuan's mind.
The next second, Lu Yuan turned and left the tea room.
The number he was silently counting in his heart was thus forever frozen at fifteen.
Fortunately, he hadn't gone too far when Lu Yuan remembered the doll again.
When he opened the tea room fridge door again—
He saw the doll hugging a milk bread roll bigger than her face, nibbling away bit by bit.
And when she saw him, she waved at him, a sly smile on her naughty face.
Slam!
This time, Lu Yuan decisively closed the fridge door and left.
...
Room 95.
The clown, who had been busy until late last night, finally opened his groggy eyes.
After washing up, the clown stood in front of the mirror in his room.
He showed the mirror a very stiff smile, but although he was smiling, the clown in the mirror didn't have any expression at all.
This was a mirror Lu Yuan had deliberately left in the clown's room.
Lu Yuan told the clown that when the clown in the mirror could smile along with him, that would be when he could leave the clinic.
Like other infected, the clown didn't have the urge to eat people, he only had some mental issues.
Therefore, while letting the clown stay in a patient room, Lu Yuan also set a new standard for his discharge.
"That mirror is as hateful as Mr. Lu!"
Muttering, the clown left his room.
He passed by Room 96 and stopped briefly, muttering: "There's a scary woman sleeping here, she's ambiguous with Mr. Lu, can't provoke her."
At Room 97: "My little brother lives here, won't bully him today."
Room 98: "How is there such a useless chicken staying here? Forget it, don't oppress the meek."
Room 99: "Hmm, a robot lives here? Could it be a nanny? Boring..."
As the clown muttered, he knocked on the door of Room 99.
Zhang Fenglan, with a very standard smile on her face, slightly bowed to the clown - this was programmed behavior for an intelligent domestic robot.
"How may I be of service?"
The Clown: "I'm hungry."
"The master has rules that I do not serve any patients outside of mealtimes or without his permission."
"If you need anything, you can take some prepared food from the fridge in the tea room and heat it up yourself."
The clown said impatiently, "Oh, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Just as the clown turned to leave, he suddenly thought of an extremely serious problem.
Where did that scary brat go?
The previously carefree clown instantly became timid and walked forward cautiously, taking one step and looking around three steps, carefully advancing to the first floor of the clinic.
Fortunately, it was nap time at the clinic and there was not much movement. The clinic was very quiet.
Listening carefully to the surroundings, the clown battled wits with thin air all the way until he successfully arrived at the tea room.
"Brat, don't appear, brat don't appear~"
Humming softly, the clown observed his surroundings very carefully and cautiously touched the fridge door.
The clown was extremely confident in his sense of smell. He could confirm there was absolutely no scent of the brat around!
Slam!
The clown opened the fridge door.
But he didn't look inside the fridge. Instead, he was extremely vigilant, guarding against a brat who could appear anytime, while carefully reaching a hand inside the fridge.
He wasn't picky, he would just eat whatever he touched first.
Crunch!
Hearing the sound of plastic packaging, the clown immediately took out what he touched without hesitation.
Looking at it, it was milk bread rolls.
"Although it's a bit sweet, it's still acceptable."
"It seems the brat likes to eat these the most. I'll stealthily eat them all up, hehe!"
Muttering to himself, the clown stuffed the milk bread rolls into his pocket, then closed the fridge door.
Plop!
Hearing a soft thud, the clown saw a bread roll fall to the ground.
"How did one fall out?"
The clown picked up the bread roll puzzledly and saw light bite marks on it. The clown mumbled, "Was this bitten by a mouse?"
"How could there be nasty mice here?"
Having said that, the clown casually threw the bread roll into the trash can.
Then, the clown, happy with his acquired food, bounced away from the tea room. During this time, he only felt there was something extra attached to his foot, but he didn't care.
If one cares too much about trivial details in life, one simply can't be happy.
This was something Mr. Lu said that the clown felt made a lot of sense.
The clown, bouncing away, quickly left the clinic building. While eating the bread rolls from his pocket, he ran towards the playground behind the medical school.
"Happy, happy, Mr. Lu told me to be happy~"
"Wahooo!!"
No matter if the Clown was truly happy inside, he looked quite happy on the surface.
Soon, the little steamed bun was finished. The Clown came to the empty playground.
He jumped and skipped about, playing until dusk.
When he finally left, the Clown merrily cartwheeled away—
Just then, after a cartwheel, the Clown suddenly collapsed on the ground.
Moments ago, when he was doing a handstand cartwheel, he seemed to have seen something extraordinary on his own feet.
The Clown on the ground slowly looked towards his feet. He saw a pair of slender doll arms, tightly clutching the back of his boots.
Looking up along the arms, there was a teddy bear doll staring straight at him, with tears in the corners of its eyes and boundless fury in its gaze.
After stealing the teddy bear's food and dragging it along for three to four hours of running and jumping with it clinging to his feet...
The clever Clown had already figured out what had happened.
At this moment, the Clown felt that except for the one surnamed Lu, it seemed no one else could save him.
But what was Mr. Lu doing right now?
He had been busy in the freezer compartment that afternoon, verifying one of his guesses.
Just when the Clown was cartwheeling on the playground, he suddenly caught a whiff of a familiar smell.
The quiet Yun City, which had seen no savage beasts or infected intruders for days, welcomed another lovely little friend.
Staring at that elongated male silhouette against the setting sun, a pale smile emerged on Lu Yuan's face.
"An infected savage beast, and a new species at that."
"The third basement level just emptied out a few rooms, and the operating room is available too. Come on, my friend!"
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.”
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."
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.
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.
