Douluo: My plan to kill the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 88 Ning Rongrong's Daily Life
"Sir, there is no need to look at it anymore. The wound no longer hurts."

"Don't worry, we need to observe not only the recovery of the wound, but also some data that needs to be recorded."

Soul Guidance Academy, Laboratory.

Ning Rongrong was wearing a white coat, looking carefully at the wound on Cross's broken arm, and writing and drawing on paper from time to time.

"It's good to have a high level of cultivation. As long as the treatment is in place, the wound heals almost ten times faster than an ordinary person. Some tendons and veins have healed, but the persistent phantom pain still exists. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing."

"Forehead."

Cross scratched his head with his only remaining left hand. Facing this girl who was more than 20 years younger than him, there was a hint of unnaturalness on his honest face.

Although the guy in front of her was very handsome and caring, and asked him about his recovery in detail every day, and was sometimes willing to help with medication replacement, there was no other emotion in her eyes.

as if
I feel like a piece of porcelain that has just been baked and is being observed from all angles, with not even the slightest flaw being overlooked.

After suppressing some unpleasant thoughts in his heart, Cross became curious again: "Master Ning, you are talking about good things and bad things at the same time, what does this mean?"

"Oh, this."

Ning Rongrong held a special monocular in her right hand to observe the healing wound, and kept writing and drawing with her left hand, while also answering his questions.

"Continuous phantom pain is very troublesome. It will have a troublesome impact on your life and combat. I have visited some medical soul masters in the past few days. They generally believe that this is because the body thinks that your hand is not actually broken, or that it can still be repaired."

"That part of the nerves still remain active, but the limb cannot be regenerated using conventional methods."

"But some special methods should be able to do this. Anyway, the merits you have gained this time are enough to keep you from going to the battlefield and live until you die of old age. You can rest assured. After five or six years, you may be able to regenerate your severed limbs."

In some ancient books, it was mentioned that someone had used old soul bones to regenerate severed limbs. If this technology existed in ancient times, it must be possible now. She had been checking the information day and night in the past few days and had gained a little bit of experience.

"So, all I can do for the next five or six years is wait?"

Upon hearing that there was still a chance that his right hand could recover, the excitement of this middle-aged man, who was almost 50 years old, only lasted for a moment, and his face became disappointed again.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Ning Rongrong looked at him strangely: "It's just a matter of enduring for five or six years. In exchange for a healthy body, it's not a loss."

"No," Cross shook his head. "If I had stayed here for five or six years, I would have become rusty. If someone like me can't fight on the battlefield, then I'm worthless. It's better not to be cured."

"If you don't have your right hand, you can use your left hand. But it hurts from time to time. Lord Ning, you should have a solution, right?"

Ning Rongrong stopped writing and looked at the determination in Cross's eyes. For the first time, she felt that speaking was so difficult.

In the end, she nodded in the man's hopeful eyes.

"Use some special herbs to completely corrode the nerves of the wound, so that you won't feel any pain in the future. Don't regret it."

"Haha, that would be great!"

"Fighting is our only mission!"

In the laboratory, the man laughed heartily, automatically blocking out the last words of the girl in front of him.

Ning Rongrong exhaled and calmly put away everything. "Then we can prepare for the surgery this afternoon. We'll go to the newly opened medical room on the third floor. I'll apply to Dean Yueguan."

"Okay, thank you!"

Watching Cross turn around and leave, and then carefully closing the door for her, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes and pondered for a while, then pulled out an old book from the densely packed bookshelf. The sunlight outside the window shone into the laboratory, blending with the cold light brought by the soul guide, reflecting on the girl's focused face, harmonious and natural.

Half an hour later, she wrote down the new topic in her messy notebook.

[Fully powered neural soul bionic limbs - first version]

"Boom boom boom——"

"Xiao Rongrong, you are still studying. Do you want to see the candied haws that Senior Sister brought you?"

The tightly closed door of the laboratory was slammed open, and a figure jumped in front of Ning Rongrong. In front of the girl's unbearable expression, he stuffed a string of candied haws directly into her mouth.

"Hu! Len! Na!"

"Be good, you can call me whatever you want before, but now you have to call me Senior Sister!"

The little fox approached and sniffed, only to smell a sweet scent, and then he embraced the animal with confidence, and couldn't let go.

"I'm writing! Stay away from me!"

"Just for a moment, I swear, just for a moment, Rongrong is still interesting. It's really annoying to see those two idiots hanging around me all day, especially Yan. That guy is so stupid all day long, it's really annoying!"

"Hehe, that guy's thoughts are so obvious, can't you guess it?"

Ning Rongrong pushed Hu Liena away expressionlessly: "If you don't like it, just reject it. You keep accepting other people's kindness and keeping them hanging. You are not a good person either."

"No way."

Hu Liena smiled awkwardly: "The three of us grew up together, and I just thought Yan was a very good partner. I didn't know how to say it for a moment. Alas, unlike you, you already have someone you like."

"By the way, where's that sausage boy? I don't seem to see him much these days?"

"I'm not too sure about that," Ning Rongrong shook her head, rubbing her temples with her fingers, a trace of fatigue flashing across her face. "Xiao Ao seems to have been training with Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu for some time. I don't know the specific situation."

Now she not only has to practice, but also cannot give up the research of soul guides. She even has to go to the Pope's Palace every few days to learn how to handle government affairs from Bibi Dong. Even some industrial news of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Hall are passed to her from time to time, requesting her attention.

There is also the outer city project which has been put on the agenda and is about to start construction.
Ning Rongrong is almost going crazy now!

If it weren't for the excessive thinking passed down by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, my head would have exploded!

"By the way, Rongrong, how about finding a chance to go out and play?"

Hu Liena's graceful body pressed against her, and the scent of orchids lingered on her face, giving her an extremely strange feeling.

"Haha, I still have time to go out and play? I wish I could split myself into eight people and still not have enough time. Tell me how to go out?"

"Go ahead, go ahead. You'll get rusty if you stay here all the time!"

"Don't make trouble!"

Unable to bear the noise any longer, Ning Rongrong frowned and pulled out an architectural design drawing from the table.

"Not impossible. We will soon establish a new branch temple as a demonstration site."

"The teacher also wants me to take some time to go and have a look."

(End of this chapter)