Lu Yuan finally installed another leg for Seventh Brother.
However, in view of Seventh Brother's strong request, Lu Yuan slightly modified that other leg of the blood demon ape.
He modified it into a detachable bionic limb.
This task was not difficult for Lu Yuan either.
It was just to modify the part connecting the bionic limb to the body into a mechanical prosthesis, with the nerves and blood vessels inside replaced with mechanical ones, and finally adding a buckle.
Although he didn't understand what fetish Seventh Brother had, Lu Yuan would satisfy reasonable requests from patients if he could meet them.
Because of this incident, Lu Yuan was even more embarrassed to have ideas about hitting Seventh Brother’s belly.
The next morning, the Xia Group sent a car to pick up their employee for discharge from the hospital.
Before leaving, holding a leg of a blood demon ape, Seventh Brother solemnly bowed to Lu Yuan.
At this moment, hot tears flowed down the face of this seemingly silly and stupid young man.
He cried to Lu Yuan, who was only one or two years older than him, “Dr. Lu, tha-thank you...”
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Don't, don't, don't, you paid for it, I do business for money, don't thank me."
Seventh Brother shook his head with tears and pointed to the bionic limb in his hand. He said, "Dr. Lu, I'm not thanking you for this, I'm thanking you..."
"For giving me the opportunity to change my identity and start a new life."
Lu Yuan was taken aback. Just as he was thinking about what Seventh Brother meant by that, "Wa--!"
A sharp, wolf-like howl erupted from Seventh Brother's mouth, which was as abrupt and poignant as it could be, startling even the driver, Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen, somewhat at a loss, comforted, "Brother, do, do you want me to turn around and let you talk to Dr. Lu again?"
"No!!"
Seventh Brother, who was weeping loudly just a second ago, yelled at Xiao Chen the next second. He asked in a trembling voice, "Do you know how I got through these days?"
"I, I f**king crawled back from the gate of hell..."
...
Seeing Seventh Brother get into the Xia Group's car and leave, Lu Yuan felt relieved too.
According to convention, today was the clinic’s day off, as he had worked yesterday.
Liu Yuan was not working, so Lu Yuan could only go back to eat the breakfast made by the humanoid robot Zhang Fenglan.
In addition to Lu Yuan and Little Buddy eating breakfast in the dining room today, there was a third person.
It was the man in the old-fashioned suit who came out of underground room 0057 on basement level three.
Today he changed into another suit, still in the old world style, still exceptionally neat and tidy.
Lu Yuan sat opposite the man, eating steamed buns and porridge, chatting while eating.
"Master Huang Ming, how long have you been with me?"
There was a hint of recollection in Huang Ming's eyes. He smiled and said, "Five years, back then you were still a kid, no, you're still not very old now, with a grown body and great skills, but young in age."
Lu Yuan was focused on his food and did not get distracted by Huang Ming's vulgar joke.
"Master Huang, you've blocked the erosion of contaminated spiritual energy against your consciousness for five years, and you've regained your humanity. Have you ever thought about where to go and what to do after leaving here?"
Although Lu Yuan seemed to ask casually, Huang Ming was very serious.
He put down his bowl and chopsticks, thought carefully for a while before answering Lu Yuan, "You also know my abilities. I think, after going out, I’ll be a demon hunter."
Huang Ming’s answer surprised Lu Yuan a bit.
Lu Yuan knew Huang Ming’s ability was keen perception of spiritual energy.
Within a certain range around Huang Ming, any slightest ripple of spiritual energy could be sensed by him.
After this ability was copied to Lu Yuan, it brought him no small help.
But after all, that was just a reconnaissance skill.
And a demon hunter, bluntly speaking, is a mercenary who specializes in killing humanoid creatures eroded by contaminated spiritual energy.
This mercenary was obviously much more powerful than ordinary mercenaries. Not just anyone could do this job.
But it was also the profession with the highest mortality rate at present.
So what were "humanoid creatures eroded by contaminated spiritual energy”?
What Lu Yuan kept in the basement warehouses on the third underground floor were all that kind.
Huang Ming himself was one of them before.
Such creatures were also called infected ones, or contaminants.
Zombie infectors like Xiao Yi were just one type of infectors, not all.
At this time, Lu Yuan's gaze at Huang Ming gradually became complicated. "Master Huang, the probability of people who were once infectors getting infected by contaminated spiritual energy again is much higher than that of normal people."
Huang Ming nodded. "I know, but Dr. Lu..."
"My hometown and family were destroyed early in the nuclear winter. I have no ties or goals."
"I was trapped in the contaminated spiritual energy source for over a hundred years. Although the contaminated spiritual energy kept me young forever, it turned me from a human into a monster."
"It was you who pulled me out of the contaminated source at first, and helped me get rid of the erosion of spiritual energy. Frankly speaking, I owe this life to you."
"I really want to stay by your side and help you, but I know you can't have an ex-infector on your medical staff."
"Because you have to be responsible for your patients."
"So I decided to do the same thing as you, to save and relieve more infectors."
"Of course I won't work alone. I plan to form a team."
Lu Yuan's eyes swept over the upper body of Huang Ming, which he had dissected before.
Lu Yuan remembered very clearly that it was when dissecting Huang Ming that he obtained the first gynecological medical knowledge.
It made it difficult for him to forget.
Lu Yuan lowered his head to finish his food, got up to leave, and left a sentence for Huang Ming as he walked away: "Next month, I’ll give you a little gift."
"Consider it my equity investment in your demon hunting organization."
Hearing Lu Yuan say this so abruptly, Huang Ming excitedly got up and said, "Dr. Lu, keep the shares for yourself. I'll pay you the market price!"
Lu Yuan waved his hand without saying anything and walked straight out of the dining room. He still had two very happy things to do today.
The corpses of two ability users, Boss and Fifth Brother, were now quietly lying on the operating table in operating room No. 3 waiting for Lu Yuan's arrival.
That’s right, some people just liked “opening” people alive.
Whether opening one or on the way to opening one.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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.
