Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 668 How can a poor undergraduate like Duanmu Ying compare with a group of Nobel Prize winners under my command?
In He Songling's plan, he had already reached the realm of an immortal, and the path ahead was to leave behind a series of "Xuanmen" that led to immortality for the Sanyi Sect.

Even Zuo Rutong, a contestant in the original novel who had practiced fake immortal arts all his life, was able to improve the first and second levels to reduce the dangers, let alone the current He Songling.

According to his plan, in the next one or two years, he will work together with Zuo Rutong to completely reduce the difficulty and danger of breaking through the first two levels of Reverse Rebirth, making it a thing of the past that a breakthrough to the third level of Reverse Rebirth would lead to disability or even death.

In this way, the function of his time house, which allows people to experience the next realm in advance and break through safely and quickly after going out, seems redundant.

He Songling glanced at the smoke of Wang Zizhong that had floated to his side, reached out and stirred it twice, allowing his body to stabilize and condense from a Qi body into a solid entity again.

"Don't glare at me. This is called the Third Stage of Reverse Rebirth. Just be happy about it. If Lao Zuo knew that he had been dreaming about the Third Stage for his entire life, and you just got it so easily, he would be so depressed."

He Songling slapped Wang Zizhong on the back of his head, breaking half of his head apart, and then gathered it together again. He then said, "You can feel the secrets of the human body with your heart, and you can disassemble it at will. I'll give you this book on the principles of anatomy. You can stay in it for ten days or half a month, so that you can have some basic knowledge of modern medicine. I'll send you to study in the UK, and you and your wife can be considered alumni."

"Ah, don't say that." Wang Zizhong was indeed quite gentle. He had suffered such a great hardship for no reason, but seeing that He Songling had no intention of hurting him and Duanmu Ying, he was not even angry, and did not ask any more questions. He just refused a little reluctantly: "It would be the same if Sister Yingzi taught me in China."

"She has only learned half of it herself, and she still wants to teach you?" He Songling was so disappointed that he slapped Wang Zizhong's head again.

Although He Songling has not seen the subsequent plot, he is now considered half a god. He can infer that the effect of Shuangquanshou is indeed so good that it completely violates the laws of medicine and even the entire science. It can make people grow severed limbs out of thin air and implant memories out of thin air. But in the end, this has nothing to do with Duanmu Ying's medical skills.

A person holding an AK47 can easily kill a tiger, or even an elephant or a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but it cannot be said that this person is more powerful than these beasts.

Duanmu Ying was honest, her medical skills were not bad. But apart from the double-handed trick, she was stuck in the primitive early stages of modern medicine, not to mention the development of the times. Even in this era, her medical skills were not top-notch.

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Duanmu Ying, who was running on the spot, felt relieved when she saw Wang Zizhong "resurrected". Like Wang Zizhong, she came to the conclusion that "He Songling would not hurt them", so she began to show her true nature again, "I am a very skilled doctor. If you don't believe me, I will perform a craniotomy on you!"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll let you out now and take you to England to meet your mentors. If you dare to say that your medical skills have surpassed those of your mentors at Birmingham Medical School, do you think they can take back your degree?"

He Songling sneered disdainfully, "You have been studying abroad for three years. How dare a student who has only just completed his undergraduate studies brag about his medical skills?"

"What do you mean by dropping out?" Duanmu Ying was really anxious now, and she stiffened her neck and shouted, "It's because I have a solid foundation in medical skills, completed all the credits, and passed the thesis, so I graduated early! My thesis is still on file in our school library, go check it out if you don't believe me!"

"So what?" He Songling believed that Duanmu Ying graduated early.

Again, Duanmu Ying's medical skills were not low. She had a solid foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, and she also had the "Qi" that was unique to other people. Modern medicine had just started in this era, and Western medicine had just gotten out of ignorance and started to get on track, so it was not surprising that Duanmu Ying got a bachelor's degree in medicine in three years. But in the final analysis, it was just a bachelor's degree, not even a master's degree, let alone a doctorate, especially compared to the group of shining stars of biological and medical experts in this era of scientific explosion in human history, it was simply not worth mentioning.

"My Nisheng Group now has six Nobel Prize winners, including three Nobel Prize winners in Physiology or Medicine, one Nobel Prize winner in Physics, and two Nobel Prize winners in Chemistry. How can you compare with them?"

Doing scientific research is not easy in any era, but He Songling was rich and had connections.

He had connections with American politicians and European academic cliques. Due to the persecution by the little mustache, many scientists fled from Germany to the United States. Among them, many scientists were recruited by Joseph into the Ni Sheng Group.

"Ah, this..." Duanmu Ying was speechless.

"If you do this, I promised your father that if you break up with Wu Gensheng from now on, no one will know about this except us. I will send you to work in the UK for a year, and Wang Zizhong will also go to study in the UK together. How do you think?"

He Songling began to throw out bait with a sinister look on his face.

"I have nothing to do with him." Duanmu Ying's friendship with Wu Gensheng was not very deep, especially among the thirty-six thieves, she had rarely seen each other. Without getting along with such a group of interesting people, the "friendship" between them seemed relatively fragile.

The problem is, she wasn't convinced.

"Why can't I have any contact with Wu Gensheng? I am not part of Quan Xing. Doctors focus on curing diseases and saving lives. I have converted the biggest demon in Quan Xing to goodness. Isn't this a merit? Besides, don't you have a good relationship with Wu Gensheng? And Li Muxuan, you still call him Junior Brother!"

"What a joke! Who am I? I can make friends with anyone I want as long as they don't surrender to the devil and become a traitor. You guys are just a group of 10,000 or 20,000 aliens, and you still want to blame me? Do you look down on bombers or tanks?"

In this war-torn era, within the small circle of aliens, He Songling can do whatever he wants. How many aliens are there? All the aliens in Lao Zhong’s group are less than half of the people in the Nisheng Group.

Not to mention that he had any connection with Wu Gensheng, and acknowledged Li Muxuan as his junior brother, even if he acknowledged Wu Gensheng as his godson, who could say anything, and who dared to say anything?
Duanmu Ying curled her lips. Although she didn't know what He Songling's current status and position meant, she was definitely aware that the entire alien world was nothing in front of him.

After all, it's just a mere 10,000 or 20,000 people.

"Okay then." Duanmu Ying was a little unwilling. She was not doing this for Wu Gensheng, but because someone had suppressed her rebellious nature. "If you send us abroad, it will be considered as me breaking off relations with Wu Gensheng."

(End of this chapter)