Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 748 - 170: Isn’t That What You Call Destiny?

The direct affiliate hospital of the Special Service Bureau is almost always running at full capacity; there’s hardly ever a quiet moment.

The main reason is the low "turnover rate." Those brought here are either hanging on by a thread with severe injuries or suffering from various complex and difficult diseases, most of which come with serious contamination.

Li Mumu herself doesn’t feel much, but ordinary doctors might not be able to withstand it.

She had just arrived to report for duty and before she could even introduce herself, someone pulled her up to the operating table.

What sterilization? There are no rules for disinfection here. The one lying on the operating table is far more terrifying than bacteria and viruses; the rotting flesh that’s cut off can even throw a set of military boxing moves on its own on the floor.

"Do you know how to cut a liver?"

If you’re talking about making stir-fried liver, I know a little bit.

Li Mumu looked dumbfounded at the doctor who had dragged her in, her face a picture of bewilderment.

Do you want to hear what you’re saying? Is that even human language?

Seeing Li Mumu’s foolish look, the doctor sighed and asked in resignation, "Do you know what a liver is?"

"I know..."

"Come on, I’ll teach you how to cut it!"

By the time Li Mumu realized what was happening, a slippery, pitch-black thing had already been removed.

"Good, your hands are steady. You guys sew it up, and follow me to the next one."

With a wave of his hand, the doctor led the still somewhat befuddled Li Mumu to the next surgical scene.

It was only when changing clothes that Li Mumu got a good look at this doctor.

He’s just an ordinary-looking middle-aged uncle, the kind you’d lose in a crowd.

It was the same the last time I snuck in; he forcibly dragged me away to stitch up someone.

"I saw you at the entrance last night, why did you run?"

If I didn’t run, would I wait to be sent to prison?

Li Mumu couldn’t explain, so she could only offer a dry laugh.

"You haven’t really practiced the Chess Herald Path, have you? Wasting such a great talent."

"Eh?"

The change in topic was so abrupt that Li Mumu was caught off guard.

"How do you know..."

"My name is Shen Xishi, the ’Xishi’ as in ’heart as firm as stone’."

The doctor introduced himself.

Before Li Mumu could react, he added another sentence: "Shen Jianzhen is my distant cousin."

Yikes!

The roots of the Shen Family’s cultivation of the Human Skin Painter are here?

"But he doesn’t recognize me."

While washing his hands, Shen Xishi said, "I don’t exist in the Shen family genealogy."

Oh...

Finally, Li Mumu understood.

It’s like those relatives that mysteriously appear around you when the Temporal Tide comes, right?

"Um, Mr. Shen..."

"I’m now the director of surgery at the nursing home. It was me who called Zhou Yaowen to transfer you over."

Shen Xishi was quite straightforward in his speech: "I told Zhou Yaowen, no matter how much you study in school, you’ll only become a talent. Having you as my assistant here, a single surgery might save an elite agent of the Special Service Bureau."

"He must understand the value of this trade."

"But I really don’t have much of a foundation..."

"Talent is enough; lack of foundation can be trained."

Shen Xishi glanced at Li Mumu indifferently: "Or should I send you to the Intelligence Department to chat with them about the batch of Western medicine from Yamazaki Pharmaceuticals?"

"I can train!"

Li Mumu gave in instantly.

That’s it, I’ve hit the jackpot now.

After getting ready, what followed was the second surgery.

On the operating table lay a burly man, nearly two meters tall, making the table seem too short, with a stool added under his feet.

His chest was pockmarked with bullet holes, looking as if it had been riddled by a machine gun for three minutes, and yet, they hadn’t managed to tear through his skin.

When Li Mumu entered, she saw two doctors kneeling on the operating table, holding circular saws to open his chest.

Sparks were flying, saw teeth nearly worn smooth, leaving behind only a shallow scratch.

Director Shen walked over, lifted his hand, and slapped it onto the strong man’s belly, resulting in a series of crackling noises coming from inside the stomach. After releasing a long string of farts, the strong man’s body finally slackened.

"This is a cultivator from the Uncivilized Righteous Path, with a body as strong as steel, merged with heaven and earth, only deflating allows for the surgery to begin."

"Ever cut into lungs before?"

If you’re talking about that simmered and grilled stuff...

"Never did!"

Li Mumu decisively admitted.

"Forty percent lung fibrosis, I’ll cut out half and leave the rest for you."

Medicinal supplements, huh! Is this really performing surgery or slaughtering pigs? Isn’t this too childish?

Li Mumu internally screamed and scratched her head, her face twisted with confusion.

"Um... Director Shen? Have we taken any X-rays?"

"X-ray? You mean the X-ray machine? That thing is expensive and not very useful, just feel the pulse directly."

Shen Xishi didn’t care at all. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Can you read pulses? I remember last time I saw you doing it."

"I can do a little bit..."

"Then that means you can."

Don’t just take the patient for granted because they have strong vitality!

No choice, this is the direct hospital of the Special Service Bureau... Li Mumu only now realized it’s called a nursing hospital, and the style of surgery here is just that wild.

Compared to contamination, everything else is a minor issue.

After one surgery, the lead surgeon didn’t even feel anything special, but the nurses had already been rotated three times. They must be changed every fifteen minutes, otherwise it’s hard to guarantee they won’t suddenly go into a frenzy or start growing something out of their bodies.

Actually, fifteen minutes is not very safe either. By the time the third surgery came around, before Li Mumu could even make an incision, the nurse handing over the instruments next to her turned her head and retched, vomiting out a three-foot-long, wriggling snake.

One surgery followed another, with barely any rest in between.

When the sky outside had already darkened, and Li Mumu was so hungry her front was sticking to her back, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have promised to bring breakfast for someone.

Forget it, anyway, a robot won’t die of hunger without eating for a day, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

Just about to ask for leave to fill her stomach in the cafeteria, Shen Xishi looked at the next patient’s case and turned to ask, "Ever cut into a brain?"

Li Mumu subconsciously puffed up her chest.

If you’re talking about anything else, I might lack experience, but if you’re talking about cutting into a head, I can definitely...

Wait a minute!

"Director Shen, do you mean inside the head... the brain?"

"What else?"

"Never did!"

"Good, you’re up next."

"Director Shen, I’d like to have some food first..."

"You’re already like this, will you starve to death without eating for a day?"

Li Mumu just felt like a boomerang had struck her own forehead.

What a cruel exploitation!

"Finish this one, then go."

Shen Xishi handed over the medical case, and Li Mumu, with her head spinning and vision blurring, glanced at it and saw the name "Wang Yunxiao" written there.

Li Mumu: "???"

!!!

Is it a coincidence of names?

When she entered the operating room and saw the patient lying before the operating table, her hanging heart finally died.

How could it be that coincidental? It was the person himself.

He was lying on the cold operating table, seemingly unconscious, with a bizarre blue eyeball in the center of his forehead slowly rotating.

"A parasitic body of an Evil God from the Outer Dimension, also known as the Evil God’s Blessing. He must have made some sort of deal with the Evil God, given up resistance voluntarily. Otherwise, this kind of thing couldn’t burrow into his brain."

Shen Xishi picked up the circular saw and looked at the young man on the operating table, considered for a moment, and then put it back down.

"Take it out to rust the blade."

Then he turned his head toward Li Mumu: "I heard you’re a disciple of the Holy Mother of Red Lotus, why don’t you give it a try?"

Huh?

Li Mumu was stupefied: "How should I try?"

"Use your Red String to extract that eyeball and the proliferative tissue behind it from his brain."