I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms-Chapter 459 - 365: This world is a giant coconut. _4
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"Black Doctor gave himself the title of ’Ancient Medical Saint Family’ and went back to study at the university. He even became the personal bodyguard for a top tycoon’s daughter, showing off his medical skills every now and then. He’d slap the faces of a few dandies, and jump back and forth between top beauties—the life he led was incredibly comfortable."
"Look at you guys—none of you know how to live."
"Heh."
Hungry Monkey chuckled dryly but did not speak. Black Doctor indeed knew how to play, but to be frank, Hungry Monkey still felt too embarrassed to follow in his footsteps; it seemed quite shameful.
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Chen Miao stood on the rooftop of a city in the southern hemisphere of Earth, looking down on everything below, as if many things had just ended—including his "First Show of Sharpness" item, which finally upgraded to SSS class.
He had finally seen one of the effects of this item reaching SSS class.
It allowed free travel between any civilizations.
Including different dimensions.
These days, apart from preparing his autobiography movie, he was also working on something else. From time to time, he traveled to other civilizations using this item for fun. Because of the difference in the flow of time, he would stay in one civilization for several months, while less than a second passed on Earth.
With this item, he planned to create a game similar to ’Infinite Flow,’ to give those who died unexpectedly on Earth a chance to sharpen their minds.
The Hell Bus was still usable here.
The Hell Bus was not just a product of Universe 3 but more like a tool for traveling between different dimensional civilizations, although it’s much slower—in fact, much slower. For example, since arriving on Blue Star, it’s been a long time since he received any message from that old man in Universe 3. He wonders if the old man has died of old age.
Probably.
He just didn’t know if the old man received his message before he died.
At the moment, this little game is still in beta. He promised players who accumulated enough points a chance at resurrection. He did indeed have the ability to resurrect the dead, but after experiencing so much, he started to believe in letting things take their natural course.
If they didn’t truly earn his approval, he would rather let nature take its course.
In summary...
He has been very busy recently, but this kind of busy was fulfilling, thoroughly pleasing himself. Although there were no gains, he enjoyed it all the same.
And at that moment—
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A gentle voice sounded beside him: "Miao, it’s time to eat."
"Yeah, coming."
The voice of Lord Miao interrupted Chen Miao’s daydreaming. He turned his head and saw Lord Miao who had come to call him for dinner on the rooftop. He chuckled lightly and then stroked his head: "I’m coming down now, to see if Lord Miao’s cooking has improved."
In the end, he chose to be with Lord Miao.
Only this time, it was his choice, not an arrangement forced upon him in a dream. Although it seemed like there was no difference, he preferred the former.
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And the Blue Star Civilization eventually stopped at a Class A civilization.
No S-Class civilization.
There was never an S-Class civilization from the beginning. He initially thought Aier Star was an S-Class civilization, but it turned out Aier Star wasn’t either. An S-Class civilization seemed to be a fantasy that didn’t actually exist.
His journey through different worlds had thus come to a conclusion.
It could be said he had reached an end.
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"Hey!"
"Do you really understand art?"
In City 13, an obviously irate old matriarch from a major family glared at an extremely green-looking young man in front of her, "I’ve sought the best doctors on Earth, and they all said my grandson was beyond saving. Do you think you have a way?"
"If you have no means, sticking so many silver needles in my grandson—is this a death wish?"
As soon as the words dropped.
"Granny."
A whiny voice filled with grievances rang out, "His medical skills are really good, I’ve seen them with my own eyes. He’s my best girlfriend’s bodyguard, and it wasn’t easy to borrow him. Don’t be so fierce to him."
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"Don’t you trust your granddaughter’s judgment?"
"Sigh."
The old lady sighed helplessly, "Of course, I trust my granddaughter’s judgment, but he is just a bodyguard after all; how could he know any medical techniques? My grandson may be in a vegetative state, but his consciousness is still there. Why should he suffer through thousands of needles for no reason?"
This young man was naturally the Black Doctor.
At this moment, the Black Doctor stood by with a smile on his face, took advantage of no one paying attention, looked down at the script, and according to the plot in the novel, someone should stand up and loudly deny him at this time.
Right then—
A middle-aged man barged in furiously and pointed at the nose of the Black Doctor, cursing, "Where did this quack doctor come from? What does a stinking bodyguard know about art? If you’ve botched up my son, can you afford it?"
Just right.
The Black Doctor nodded in satisfaction inwardly; the script matched the situation. Art truly does imitate life. Although with a slight flick of his little finger, the patient on the sickbed, who had been comatose for seven to eight years, twitched a finger suddenly, and his eyelids struggled open, showing signs of awakening.
A vegetative person, asleep for seven to eight years, seemed about to awaken.
He actually didn’t know acupuncture at all; it was all random jabbing. He had his own means of treatment, but this approach just looked more impressive.
"He’s waking up, he’s actually waking up!"
The old lady was momentarily stunned but then looked excitedly toward her grandson on the sickbed, whose eyes were slowly opening, and his mouth slightly moving, as she rushed over to him.
"Hmph."
This middle-aged man who had just insulted the Black Doctor, while showing joy on his face, stubbornly said, "Vegetative states do have a chance of recovery. This is just a blind cat running into a dead rat. Listen, Mom, no matter how much money he asks for, you can’t give it to him. I’ve seen too many of these jianghu charlatans."
"Oh?"
The Black Doctor’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and after a pronounced snap of his fingers, he casually said, "Then let this fellow continue his sleep."
The next second—
The man whose mouth was slightly open, about to speak, suddenly lay stiff on the bed again, motionless, reverting to a vegetative state.
Seeing the baffled expressions on the faces of everyone in the room, the Black Doctor couldn’t help but grin. Miao’s relatives were truly entertaining; him being a max-level doctor here was basically like dimensional suppression.
These people simply couldn’t comprehend his methods.
It’s really strange.
How could a civilization that produced Miao produce others who seem so much weaker?
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After eating, Chen Miao went back up to the roof, caressed the Jade Talisman of Safety in his arms, said nothing, and just looked up at the brightest star in the night sky.
