Dimensional Eroders

Sleeping until he woke up from hunger, Bailang rolled comfortably for five minutes before getting up reluctantly and going to the camp to look for food.

After eating, he strolled around the lively market and sold the harvest of the past few days by the way. The garbage accumulated in the storage space was sold out, and a lot of gold coins were exchanged.

When passing by a stall, he was suddenly attracted by a fallen demon locked in an iron cage.

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"Boss, how do you sell this fallen demon? How much do you pay for one?" Brother Lang stopped and looked at the group of skinny little red skins.

"Two gold coins for one, with a free chain, and a discount for buying more."

"How is the quality? Are they kept alive? I think they are all injured and disabled." Brother Lang tried to pick and choose, trying to lower the price, but he was regarded as a provocation.

The boss retorted displeasedly: "It's okay if it's cheap? Why do you care so much? Keep it as a pet!"

The living fallen demons sold in the camp are usually used for two purposes: either they are used as guinea pigs to test the performance of some medicines, or to test the attack power of weapons and spells; or they are used as sacrifices to perform some special rituals. Of course, there are also unscrupulous merchants who buy it back as minced meat, and occasionally cause food poisoning due to imbalanced proportions.

"Hey, I'm really going to raise one! You are too thin, are you a waste caught in the safe zone? I want a healthy and strong one."

Bailang, who lost the Fugui Pill, was mentally empty, and planned to buy another one to put his heart on it.

The boss was choked by him, thought for a while and replied: "You wait, I will come right away."

Soon, the boss brought a cage with one hand, inside which was imprisoned a manic screaming perverted demon, which was better than the 'Fu Gui Pill' in every aspect, except for the severed finger and the loss of an ear, it was healthy.

Brother Lang fell in love with it at a glance: That's right, you are the No. 2 Fugui Pill I want!

After some bargaining, Bailang got this rebellious fallen demon at the price of one gold coin. Even though his hands and feet were shackled to death, with a mouth ball stuffed in his mouth, he still tried to escape, showing a strong aggressiveness.

In public, Bailang couldn't use physics to influence him, so he could only drag it 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 necromancer doctor in the 04 treatment room, and saw him soon.

Seeing Bailang come in with a struggling fallen demon, the old man asked curiously: "I remember you, the newcomer that night. Did you get hurt again? Why did you bring a gift? How embarrassing."

"I'm in good health. But I distinctly remember that you said you were the best surgeon in the whole camp?"

"That's right, I was an expert who was just one step away from obtaining the 'Necromancer License'. I have rich experience and exquisite craftsmanship, and the price is fair. It's a pity that I made a mistake in drinking. I was banned for life for 'casting spells after drinking'." The old man sighed. With emotion, he unscrewed a bottle of medical alcohol and credited it to Brother Lang's bill.

Bailang looked at it and shook his head. This alcohol addiction is by no means as simple as "casting spells after drinking", and it has definitely caused major vicious accidents, such as biochemical crises, undead natural disasters, etc.?

"That couldn't be better! I'm here today, and I want to ask you to perform an operation to transplant this object 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 puzzled look on his face: "What is this?"

Bailang didn't have the nerve to say it directly: "A kind of mechanism, used to control and tame the fallen demon."

After hearing this, the old man cursed: "You young people are really full and have nothing to do, so you know how to waste wealth! If you have this spare money, why don't you buy a few bottles of diluted life-saving medicine from me? If you like demons, you can do it!" If the contract is strong, they must engage in such a meaningless and money-wasting experiment. What is the value of rubbish like the Fallen Demon?"

"Will you accept the hardware coins? If you don't accept me, go to the next door."

"Accepted! I also have a kind of 'shock collar' here. Are you interested in it, handsome guy? It only costs five silver coins, and it's a good deal."

"..."

Brother Lang was speechless. The atmosphere in this Rogge camp is not good.

"Give me a pair too."

"okay!"

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The operation went smoothly. Bailang stood on the sidelines in the operating room, but felt his blood boil.

The old man still roughly disinfected and injected anesthesia, and then raised the knife with his hand, cut open the sinking demon's chest sharply, then pulled the ribs apart, bound the Tiaodan to the heart of 'Fugui Pill No. 2', and tied a knot, and then Re-suture and inject a 'healing potion' to allow the wound to heal quickly.

The whole process is simple and rough, because the patient is not a human being, it saves more than half of the process, and it takes less than an hour.

This made Brother Lang feel that the medical operation is so simple.

After the old man heard Brother Lang's emotion, the boy began to teach.

"That's right. To put it bluntly, surgery is the work of tailors and carpenters. Isn't amputation the same as sawing wood? Tie off the blood vessels, have a lot of strength, and then have a good one. Remember to sterilize and it will be fine. Surgery is nothing more than incision. , and then carefully sew it back layer by layer? As long as you are careful, it will be the best one!"

What kind of nerve connection is like tying wires, at worst it is connecting wires, blood vessels are the same; a broken bone is no different from repairing a broken leg of a stool, one is wood and the other is bone... Surgery is not as mysterious as you think, it is all physical work , from the scalpel to the pliers to the chainsaw, which symbolizes the continuous improvement of medical skills, which is most suitable for boys.

Hmm... There is no difference between the excrement workers in the anorectal department and the real excrement workers, except that they can work with the air conditioner.

Under the guidance of the old man, Brother Lang has a new understanding of the medical profession of "saving lives and healing the wounded", and has an inexplicable yearning for it. The pride of "I can too" was born in my heart.

"Is it difficult to study medicine? Is it too late for me to enter the profession now?"

"Difficult? It's not difficult at all! For a newcomer like you, you can start with practice first. Give up the accumulation of knowledge, combine knowledge and action, summarize in practice, and then go back and compare medical books, often you can have a deeper understanding and progress rapidly. Remember, the more people die, the better your medical skills will be." The old man waved his bloody hand, patted Brother Lang on the shoulder, and encouraged him, "Study medicine, but you can save the world!"

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After the operation, the two abandoned "Fugui Pill No. 2" aside and chatted happily.

The old man reminded: "Boy, you have a lot of sequelae in this way of playing. This fallen demon won't live for more than a year. You have to be mentally prepared."

"What? It's been so long!" Bailang was shocked, and was in awe of the old man's medical skills!

He felt that with the old man's treatment style, it was a miracle that No. 2 could survive for a month.

Seeing Brother Lang slandering and questioning his ability, the old man lost interest in communicating for a moment, and asked, "Last time, you were asked to help me promote the inheritance of the 'Necromancer'. Why didn't anyone come to me?"

"Are you short of money?"

"It's always been missing."

Brother Lang saw that the other party was gray-haired, similar to the liar on TV, and had obtained a necromancer license (failed), so he should have some knowledge, so he said, "I have something I want to consult with you, so I can buy a batch of potions by the way. But It needs to be kept a secret, you know."

"Don't worry, I have always been very strict. You are a newcomer, what good things can you have? 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 shit is this, cold pills?" The old man glanced at the bottle, it was a kind of cold medicine before the invasion of hell.

"You open it." Brother Lang hinted.

Hearing this, the old man unscrewed the capsule nonchalantly, and spilled the green crystals with his hand, then his face changed suddenly, and he said hastily, "Boy, where did you get this thing? Isn't it banned and its circulation prohibited?"

"Do you know this thing?" Bailang became happy, and finally met someone who knew it.

"You shouldn't ask less about things you know, and I'm doing it for your own good." The old man said with a frown.

"I have quite a lot on hand. I don't know the right way. Will it be troublesome? Can you tell me about the effect of this thing?..." Brother Lang asked repeatedly, looking heartless.

He will be able to complete the task soon, and will not stay in the camp for a long time, without worrying about his own safety. On the contrary, he also wanted to use the 'burning blood' to lure out the murderer who ate black people last time. At the same time, it is also related to the branch task of 'investigating the truth'.

If the old man has a good character, he naturally doesn't have to worry about anything; if he sells himself out, he will just lead the snake out of the hole.

"Aren't you always short of money? Are you interested in buying a batch? This should be a good thing, right?" Brother Lang continued to lure.

"Okay, okay, give me five bottles of this capsule, and I'll use the healing potion to exchange it for you. Young people like you have no channels, and if you take it out rashly and die without a place to die, I will be different."

The old man's character was average, but he wasn't considered a scammer, at least he didn't have the intention of betraying Brother Lang. But the front foot also warned Brother Lang that he wanted to act as his agent when he turned his head, which made Bailang despise him very much.

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"This thing has something to do with the 'Necromancer'. You don't need to go into the specifics, as long as you know that the 'Burning Blood' has been completely banned and no longer produced. Theoretically, some big forces are still producing, but they will not flow out; many violent All medicines use it as a raw material..."

The old man popularized a lot of knowledge to Brother Lang, the big money lord, including the performance of 'Burning Blood'. This thing is not taken directly at all. If you can't eat a few pills, you will go crazy, but the physique of the monster mutant can bear it, and it can even evolve and become stronger quickly.

The old man said that he was willing to provide technology to help Brother Lang make a simple version of the 'Rage Potion', which greatly reduces the side effects and temporarily increases the attributes, and there is almost no 'evil energy erosion' hazard. Bailang naturally nodded in agreement.

However, regarding the source of the 'burning blood', the old man kept secret and did not mention it.

[You have obtained important information, and the completion of the branch task 'Investigate 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 killing a few more monsters!

In the end, he obtained a "Handbook of Medical Practice Experience" from the old man, and got a reminder of the space.

[Your friendship with Necromancer Howard has broken through the critical value, and you can open it... You can get the item "Medical Practice Handbook", which can be used as a prerequisite for opening a career. 】

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