Just coming out of the ward, Lu Yuan turned around and took the medical record book from Liu Yuan's hand.
He flipped to the patient information section and said in a low voice, "Jiang Yingying..."
That's right, the diligent Dr. Lu only knew now the name of this patient who had already undergone sex reassignment surgery under his care.
But these things were unimportant. Dr. Lu never cared about such superficial matters.
Jiang Yingying’s cosmetic surgery was scheduled for tomorrow. There was nothing much to do for the rest of the day, so time passed quickly.
In the evening, Wang Dong, the boss of Xia Group, called Lu Yuan and asked what to do with those armored cars from the consortium.
Lu Yuan said he didn’t care and told Wang Dong to handle it as he saw fit.
As a result, that very night, six armored vehicles – two armored sedans and four armored SUVs – were delivered to Lu Yuan by Wang Dong without missing anything. Even the rolled over armored sedan had been simply repaired.
Lu Yuan had Lin Youyou receive the people from Xia Group who came to deliver the cars, and directed them to drive the cars to the abandoned stadium behind the medical school.
He himself nestled in Operating Room No. 2 to continue researching those insensitive injection organs.
Beside Lu Yuan, the pale ink face of the clown, with a pair of moss green eye shadows, stared at Lu Yuan's actions without blinking.
"Surname Lu, Xia Group's people are not honest. Shall I go scare them for you?"
Lu Yuan took apart an injection organ with a diameter of 1 cm bit by bit, and said while taking it apart: "That is the normal reaction."
"They are afraid of provoking a large consortium from the Western Capital, so they dumped these easily exposed things to me. There's nothing wrong with that."
The clown rolled his eyeballs and said, "Then I'll go take care of that consortium from the Western Capital for you?"
Lu Yuan sighed helplessly, "I'm clearly a doctor, why do I feel like a demon king in your eyes?"
The clown said: "I just think you're too kind and easily bullied by bad guys."
Lu Yuan put down what was in his hand, picked up the sugar-free Coke on the table and took a sip. Squinting his eyes, he asked, "If you have farts, just let them out directly instead of beating around the bush."
The clown blinked and pointed cautiously at the syringe Lu Yuan had placed on the table, "Um, can I have another shot of that?"
"Want more adrenaline? Not happy again?"
The clown nodded.
Lu Yuan picked up the syringe and pondered for a moment, then stared at the clown's eyes hidden under the moss green eye shadows.
"Clown, aren't you supposed to be someone who creates happiness?"
"Doctor, I gave happiness to others, but I have lost my own happiness."
"Melodramatic. I think you're just too free. But anyway, you’re inherently mentally ill. Being infected with Polluted Spiritual Qi has just exacerbated your condition a little. It didn't trigger any cannibalistic urges. In the future, you can just be an affiliated staff member of the clinic."
"No way I'm going to work— "
"Oh?"
"Unless the boss is Dr. Lu."
"Smart. From now on you are the security captain of my clinic. You have a scarecrow under your command too. Captain Ugly, your work has arrived."
"You still need to remind me about that? I've already sniffed out the bugs."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Um..."
"Come back and I'll give you a shot."
"I'm so touched. Dr. Lu, you really are a good person. *smack!*"
At the same time, upstairs in the clinic, the doors of Ward 99, Ward 97, and the duty room on the first floor of the clinic all opened at this time.
The busy Lu Yuan couldn't help but rub his forehead and murmur, "What a pitiful person..."
One minute ago.
On top of the wall at the side of the abandoned medical school, three sneaky figures emerged.
These three figures looked agile in their movements and skillful in their actions. They should be professionals in some field.
The one in front confirmed that there were no monitors or suspicious targets around, then flipped over the wall and jumped down.
He landed in a waist-high grassy area full of weeds, of which there were many in the abandoned medical school campus.
In the night breeze, the man felt a few degrees cooler in the air, with the somewhat prickly weeds constantly brushing against his body.
He squatted on the spot, listening carefully to the surrounding movement, turning on an electronic compass that looked like a small square block.
But the direction indicated on it was not south, but the school gym.
The man waited squatting there for a good few minutes before looking back at the wall behind him. "Gulu gulu—"
He didn't know what animal sound he was mimicking. As soon as he made that sound, the second person jumped over the wall.
Then the third.
The three men held weapons and maintained a certain special operations squad combat formation from the old era, slowly advancing in the direction indicated by the compass.
Soon they came to the edge of the grassy area ahead was a stone brick road.
The one in front raised his hand, and the three of them simultaneously squatted down and observed their surroundings carefully.
After making sure there was no situation, the three continued to move forward in small shuffling steps.
Whoosh—
Clang!!
Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, and a clear sound rang out!
These three people immediately squatted down on the spot!
Only the one in the middle looked in the direction from which the sound came, while the other two still maintained vigilance towards their respective directions!
It was a sugar-free Coke can rolling onto the stone brick road.
The middle one gently blew two breaths to remind his two companions to be vigilant.
Because an empty can wouldn't just roll out on the stone road at night out of nowhere.
Clang!
Suddenly, another bottle rolled out from another direction, making a crisp sound.
In an instant, the hearts of the three people tightened to their throats!
Years of experience moving on the knife's edge told them this was no coincidence!
Clang!
The third bottle rolled out!
"Hee hee hee hee!"
Along with the sound of this third bottle rolling came an exceptionally wicked laugh!
"It's an ambush! Retreat!"
The leading one of them shouted in a low voice. Then the three rushed back to the enclosing wall they came from.
But just as the three had rushed back into that grassy area, they suddenly found a bizarre figure with glowing red eyes standing there!
"It's a special ability user! Attack!"
Clang!
The sound of the fourth bottle landing rang out. The three of them froze on the spot.
A light that didn't know where it was projected from fell on that red-eyed figure, and the three of them clearly saw that it was a scarecrow.
In an instant, chicken skin rash broke out all over the bodies of the three men. They felt the night wind blowing on them had suddenly dropped several degrees.
"Hee hee, little grass, you're scaring people again!"
A soft, tender, childish voice came from the direction where the light shined.
The three slowly turned to look over there...
In the darkness, a little girl with a small backpack on her back and a tattered doll in her arms, with a pale complexion and blood red tears flowing from her eyes, was looking at them with an extremely weird smile.
Clang!
Just as the three sucked in a breath of cold air, the maddening sound of a beverage bottle rolling rang out from behind them again!
At the same time, there was also a sobbing and laughing sound, almost sticking to the nape of their necks!
"I'm so scared...you startled me..."
Along with this voice was the blowing of waves of chilly winds.
By now, the leading man finally understood why he felt a chill in the air as soon as he landed.
He slowly turned his head and saw a pale clown face painted with ink, standing at his side, at a distance of about two centimeters, silently blowing cool wind into his collar...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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.
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?"
