The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2643 Veterinarian (Please subscribe to the latest three chapters!)

Li Cang scrambled up to put out the fire and clean up the mess in the low-income secret realm, while a stack of bath towels on the chair remained intact and bulging, as if someone was supporting them inside, before collapsing.

Tai Xiaoyi turned to look at the other side, raising an eyebrow: "You get dressed so quickly, and you have such a strong sense of stealth, is it because you and Li Cang were caught doing something naughty by Rao Qifang in bed when you were kids?"

"Rao Qifang?" Li Leisi's radiant, delicate face, like flowing flames and embers, was sculpted beneath the ferocious dragon robe: "Tch! With her unreliable nature, I'd probably rather cook two dishes and give each of us two hundred!"

Her counterattack failed, and the young lady's emotions instantly collapsed: "My ham, my bacon, my sauce, my pickles!"

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In a flash, Comrade Da Lei was already standing on the back of the head of the unfortunate bug that wasn't quite dead yet. With a swift stroke, he eliminated it completely. He bumped fists with Li Cang and stared at the Viking-style wooden pirate ship sandwiched between the bugs, which looked like it had just come out of a museum: "This thing looks kind of familiar."

"Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit true," Li Cang muttered. "Hey, where's the person who caused the accident? Come out and let's determine who's responsible!"

A fragment of a fang-like leopard was embedded in Deng Yanyu's belly. The irregular fragment, over twenty centimeters wide, had almost ripped his entire abdomen open, revealing a gruesome, twisted flesh, yet no internal organs spilled out: "Odd. Even. Unchanged, one hundred and eighty cups."

After saying that, it collapsed straight onto the deck with a thud, the wound on its belly showing signs of taking root, sprouting, blossoming, and bearing fruit, bravely wriggling.

“!@#￥%?” Li Cang mumbled a curse, “Give me a necklace and a surgical kit!”

The hermits of the Mountain Ginseng Wine and Big Ivan tumbled out of the cabin, all looking utterly disheveled. Ivan Turner cried out in despair, "Teacher Cang, Teacher Cang! Save Yanzi! Save Yanzi! How can I live without Yanzi!"

Normally, a person who reaches this point is beyond saving. However, if you encounter Li Cang, you might have a chance to fight for the rest of your life and become self-reliant by treating the PTSD of the first half of your life.

Li Cang wrapped a shiny, brownish-yellow leather jacket around his neck, holding in one hand the fragment of the fang that had instantly transformed into a shrub and insect-like body, and in the other a boning knife, he examined it closely: "Infested! It's still alive! Shoot it down!"

Wearing a tuxedo, San Gouzi held up a pendant and bent down slightly to shine a light on Deng Yanyu's abdomen, while also putting masks on himself and his boss.

Li Leisi floated over like a female ghost, stepping on the leather straps on Li Cang's back, and bent down to peek inside: "This can survive? No wonder you're so kind! I thought the sun was rising from under the covers!"

“It’s not much different from what happened to you.” Li Cang remained motionless, his hand not even trembling, and reminded him, “Pay attention to environmental hygiene, and also, be mindful of the victim’s feelings!”

Deng Yanyu shakily pulled out a memorial tablet and said in a voice that sounded like he was about to die, "I'm very calm, Teacher Cang, could you sign a memorial tablet for my boss?"

Ivan Turner, a burly man, burst into tears on the spot: "Yanzi!!"

When Li Cang looked at the antique-style clay memorial tablet again, he almost spat blood into Deng Yanyu's stomach on the spot: "What the hell?!"

Deng Yanyu was almost out of breath, nearly drained of blood, and her face even managed a forced flush of shame: "Is it okay—oh my god—"

Ivan Tnabak and Zou stared dumbfounded at the bunch of things Li Cang was carrying in his hand. No, wasn't the surgery supposed to be done? Didn't you have a boning knife in your hand? The surgical kit was all laid out. Hey, why don't you use it? Use it!
Li Cang glanced at the hanging object in his hand, poked around in Deng Yanyu's almost empty abdominal cavity, made a few quick incisions, and then nodded with great satisfaction, emphasizing the ritual: "Disinfect, I'm going to suture it."

So San Gouzi tossed the pendant in and tilted his head to look at Li Cang questioningly: "Well, leave a tail outside, just in case it explodes or something, it'll be easier to retrieve it."

A group of ugly humans, as if struck by lightning: "What exploded?" "Go bleed that dog some blood, make him some meatballs to help suppress its infectivity."

"So melodramatic??"

Finally, green light shone on Deng Yanyu's head, and a crystal-clear, bright red peach slowly rose up.

Veterinarian Li removed his mask, hovered his hand over Deng Yanyu's abdomen, and circled it a few times to perform a final 3XL ultrasound check: "Young man, you have quite the willpower; you didn't even faint."

When the face of the old man appeared in his field of vision, the magician fell silent. Damn it, are they treating this Chinese young man like a Japanese devil? It would be strange if he fainted.

Old Wang awkwardly pushed the person away: "Well, when someone is in a life-threatening situation, they're not supposed to faint, right? I'm just trying to ensure the success rate of your surgery!"

Li Cang was speechless: "After a few more incisions and scrapings, it should be completely cleaned up. Hmm, the orbital path may no longer be suitable for you. Until an anti-infective drug is developed, your bloodline can basically only go this far."

From the cancerous mutation of the Tri-phase power to the insectic invasion, the damage to the physical body is almost the least significant of all interactive threads; the true cannon is the one that directly affects the bloodline.

"Anyway...anyway, I was pretty bad to begin with." Deng Yanyu was surprisingly optimistic: "If it weren't for the boss taking care of me, I wouldn't be alive now."

Ivan Turner, arms outstretched, hovered a few centimeters above Deng Yanyu, not daring to touch her, his whole body trembling: "Yanzi! Yanzi!!"

Old Wang's lips twitched, and the ancient god whispered, "These two, they're a pair, tsk!"

"Crunch, crunch~" Li Leisi cracked open some pine nuts, thoroughly enjoying them: "Let me tell you, these are the best to eat, it's just that the actresses aren't that high-class. If our Princess Cangcang were to play the role, hehe, haha~"

Li Cang's face darkened, and he pointed at those people: "That's right, I hope you have enough money on you to buy your lives!"

Buck and Zou, along with twelve other hermits who drank ginseng wine, swallowed hard, their livers trembling: "We...we can help you fix it!"

Li Cang looked the group up and down: "You guys don't have enough meat!"

"what?"

"How about we eat first?"

"also."

So the hermits of the mountain ginseng wine and the immortals with memorial tablets were invited to the stilted house, where they sat in a cramped group, telling how they had by chance escaped the whitewashing of the Great Blood Explosion, and how unlucky they were to be hit by their own forces after the insect density decreased, destroying their vehicles and ultimately jumping to Old Wang's Sky Island.

"That... actually, it's the Mirage Zone."

"Holy crap, are they debt collectors?"

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