Chapter 52 Heart Transplantation, Origin of Burning Blood
After sleeping until he was woken up by hunger, Bailang rolled around comfortably for five minutes before he reluctantly got up and went to the camp to look for food.
After eating, he walked around the bustling market and sold off his gains over the past few days. He sold all the garbage accumulated in the storage space and exchanged a lot of gold coins for it.
When passing by a stall, I was suddenly attracted by the fallen demons locked in iron cages.
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"Boss, how do you sell this fallen devil? How much does it cost for one?" Brother Lang stopped and looked at this group of skinny little red-skinned ones.
“One gold coin, two coins, comes with a chain, discount for buying more.”
"How is the quality? Are they alive? I see they are all injured and disabled." Lang Ge was picky and tried to lower the price, but was regarded as a provocation.
The boss retorted unhappily: "Isn't it just cheap? Why do you care so much? Just keep it as a pet!"
Living fallen demons are sold in camps, usually for two purposes: either as guinea pigs to test the performance of some medicines, or to test the attack power of weapons and spells; or to be used as sacrifices and to perform some special rituals. Of course,
There are also unscrupulous dealers who buy it back and use it as meat filling. Occasionally, food poisoning occurs due to imbalance in the proportion.
"Hey, I'm really planning to raise one! You guys are too skinny, are they the losers caught in the safe zone? I want a healthy and strong one."
Bailang felt empty after losing Fuguiwan, and planned to buy another one to put his soul in.
The boss was choked by him, and after thinking for a while he replied: "Just wait, I'll be here right away."
Soon, the boss brought a cage with one hand, in which a manic and hissing Sinking Demon was imprisoned. It was better than the 'Fuguiwan' in every aspect. Except for the severed fingers and the loss of an ear, it was very healthy.
Brother Lang fell in love with it at first sight: That's right, you are the Fugu Pill No. 2 I want!
After some haggling, Bailang got this unruly fallen demon for the price of one gold coin. Even though his hands and feet were shackled to death and his mouth was stuffed with a ball of mouth, he still tried to escape and was extremely aggressive.
In public, Bailang couldn't use physics to influence him, so he could only drag him towards the spiral building.
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In the treatment area on the fourth floor, Bailang registered and made an appointment with the old doctor Necromancer in treatment room 04, and met him soon.
Seeing Bai Lang coming in with a struggling Sinking Devil, the old man asked curiously: "I remember you, the newcomer that night. Were you injured again? Why did you bring a gift? How embarrassing."
"I'm very healthy. But I remember clearly that you said you were the best surgeon in the entire camp?"
"That's right, I was an expert who was one step away from obtaining the 'Necromancer License'. I have rich experience, superb skills, and fair prices. Unfortunately, drinking made things worse. I was banned from being a magician for life because of 'casting spells while drunk'." The old man sighed.
With emotion, he unscrewed a bottle of medical alcohol and recorded it on Brother Lang's bill.
Bai Lang looked at it and shook his head. This addiction to alcohol is by no means as simple as "casting spells while drunk". It has definitely caused major serious accidents, such as causing biological crises, natural disasters of the undead and so on?
"That's perfect! I'm here today and want to ask you to perform an operation to transplant the thing into its heart. Is it difficult?"
Brother Lang opened his palm, revealing a pink oval sphere the size of a quail egg. The old man looked at it with a confused look on his face: "What is this?"
Bai Lang was embarrassed and said directly: "A mechanism used to control and tame the fallen demons."
After hearing this, the old man cursed loudly: "You young people are really wasting your wealth when you are full and have nothing to do! If you have the spare money, why don't you buy a few bottles of diluted life-saving potions from me? If you like to use magic, you can do it.
The contract is powerful, so we have to engage in this kind of meaningless and waste of money experiment. What is the value of garbage like the Sinking Demon?"
"Five gold coins, do you want to accept it? If not, I'll go next door."
"Took it! I also have an 'electric shock collar' here. Are you interested, little handsome guy? It was originally invented for monsters, but it has become popular with more and more adventurers with strong physiques, and they use it for themselves. It only costs five
Silver coins are a good deal."
"..."
Brother Lang was speechless. No wonder Uncle Che could pop a vibrating egg? The atmosphere in Rogge's camp is not good.
"Give me one too."
"okay!"
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The operation went very smoothly. Bai Lang stood in the operating room and watched with cold eyes, but his blood was boiling.
The old man continued to roughly disinfect and inject anesthesia, then raised the knife and sharply cut open the chest of the Sinking Demon, then pulled the ribs apart, bound the vibrating egg to the heart of 'Fugui Pill No. 2', and tied a tight knot, and then
Re-suturing and injecting a 'healing medicine' will allow the wound to heal quickly.
The whole process is simple and rough with swords and swords. Because the patient is not a human being, most of the process is saved, and it only takes an hour.
This made Lang Ge feel that medical surgery was so simple.
After hearing Brother Lang's emotion, the old man started to give some advice.
"Yes, surgery is, to put it bluntly, the work of tailors and carpenters. Isn't amputation just about sawing wood? Tie the blood vessels, have some strength, a good knife, remember to disinfect, and you'll be fine. Surgery is nothing more than cutting.
, and then carefully sew it back layer by layer? As long as you are careful, you will be the best one!"
The connection of nerves is like tying threads, or even connecting wires, and the same goes for blood vessels; a broken bone is no different from repairing a broken leg on a stool, one is wood and the other is bone... Surgery is not as mysterious as you think, it is all physical work
, from scalpels to pliers to electric saws, symbolizing the continuous improvement of medical skills, most suitable for boys.
Well... there is no difference between the feces collectors in the anorectal department and the real feces collectors, they just work with the air conditioner blowing on.
Under the guidance of the old man, Brother Lang gained a new understanding of the medical profession of "saving lives and healing the wounded", and developed an inexplicable yearning. The feeling of "I can do it too" was born in his heart.
"Is it difficult to study medicine? Will it be too late for me to join the profession now?"
"Difficult? It's not difficult at all! A newcomer like you can definitely start with practice. Give up the accumulation of knowledge, integrate knowledge and practice, summarize in practice, and then go back and compare with medical books. You can often have a deeper understanding and make rapid progress.
"Remember, the more your subordinates die, the better your medical skills will be." The old man waved his bloody hand, patted Brother Lang on the shoulder, and encouraged, "Studying medicine can save the world!"
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After the operation, the two abandoned the 'Fugui Pill No. 2' aside and chatted happily.
The old man reminded: "Boy, your method of playing will have many sequelae. This fallen demon will not live for more than a year, so you must be mentally prepared."
"What? So long!" Bai Lang was very shocked and was in awe of the old man's medical skills!
He felt that with the old man's treatment style, it would be a miracle that No. 2 could survive more than a month.
Seeing Brother Lang slandering and questioning his ability, the old man instantly lost interest in communicating and asked: "Last time I asked you to help me promote the inheritance of the 'Necromancer', why didn't anyone come to me?"
"Are you short of money?"
"I've always been short of it."
Brother Lang saw that the other party was gray-haired, similar to the liar on TV, and had passed the necromancer license (failed), so he should have some knowledge, so he said: "I have something to consult with you, and I want to buy a batch of potions by the way. But
This matter needs to be kept secret, you know."
"Don't worry, I've always been strict with my words. You're a newcomer, what good things can you come up with? Take it out and have a look."
"This!" Brother Lang took out a 'burning capsule' and handed it to the other party.
"What kind of crap is this, cold granules?" The old man glanced at the bottle. It was a cold medicine before the invasion of hell.
"You open it." Brother Lang suggested.
Hearing this, the old man opened the capsule nonchalantly, and the green crystals spilled onto his hand. Then his face suddenly changed, and he said hastily: "Boy, where did you get this thing? Isn't it banned from circulation?"
"Do you know this thing?" Bailang became happy, finally meeting someone who knew the stuff.
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know. I do it for your own good." The old man said with a frown.
"I have a lot on hand. If it comes from the wrong source, will it be very troublesome? Can you tell me about the effect of this thing?..." Brother Lang asked again and again, looking careless.
He can complete the task quickly, and he will not stay in the camp for a long time, and he has no worries about his own safety. On the contrary, he also wants to use the 'burning blood' to lure out the murderer who committed the crime last time. At the same time, it is also related to '
Investigate the truth' this branch task.
If the old man has good character, there is nothing to worry about; if he betrays himself, it will just lead the snake out of its hole.
"Aren't you always short of money? Are you interested in purchasing a batch? This should be a good thing, right?" Brother Lang continued to lure.
"Okay, okay, okay, give me five bottles of these capsules, and I'll give them to you in exchange for healing potions. If you, a young man like you, don't have the channels, you take them out rashly and die without a burial, I'll be different."
The old man has an average character, but he is not a scammer. At least he has no intention of betraying Brother Lang. However, he warned Brother Lang before turning around and wanted to act as his agent, which Bai Lang despised.
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"This thing has something to do with the 'Necromancer'. You don't need to go into the specific origins. Just know that 'Burning Blood' has been completely banned and is no longer produced. Theoretically, some big forces are still producing it, but it will not be leaked; many violent
All medicines use it as raw material..."
The old man imparted a lot of knowledge to Brother Lang, a big benefactor, including the properties of 'Burning Blood'. This thing is not meant to be taken directly. You will go crazy if you only take a few pills. However, the physique of the monster mutant beast can withstand it, and even
Can quickly evolve and become stronger.
The old man said that he was willing to provide technology to help Brother Lang create a simple version of the 'violent potion', which would greatly reduce the side effects, temporarily increase the attributes, and have almost no harm from 'evil energy erosion'. Bai Lang naturally nodded in agreement.
However, the old man was very secretive about the origin of the 'Burning Blood' and did not mention it.
[You have obtained important information, and the completion of the branch task ‘Investigating the Truth’ has been further improved. Do you want to accept the task? 】
‘No!’ Brother Lang refused again, as the old saying goes, with this skill, he can earn back by slaying a few more monsters!
Finally, he obtained a 'Notes on Practicing Medical Practice' from the old man, and got hints from the space.
[The friendship between you and the necromancer doctor Howard has exceeded the critical value, and you can open... you will get the prop 'Medical Tips', which can be used as a prerequisite for opening the profession.]
