A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Healing spells? Oh my, what a coincidence! I'm good at that too!"

Upon hearing that the third round would be about treatment, Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up instantly, like a cat catching a mouse in the night. He thumped his chest, his voice ringing with conviction:

"I'll take this one! This... I mean, this crucial task, I'm going to do it!"

Liu Ming, listening from the side, clicked his tongue in disbelief and glanced at him sideways:

"Brother Ji, are you sure you can handle this? I don't trust you as a brother, but the main problem is that your scope of business... it doesn't really have anything to do with the word 'treatment'."

He counted on his fingers:

"You're an expert at skinning and dismembering; you're a master at bone-scraping and flesh-cutting; but when it comes to slow slicing, you're an artist."

"I watched the replay of Caiyun's live stream. Wow, her knife skills and technique were amazing. She sliced ​​the meat so thinly, evenly, and translucently. I'm even thinking of asking if you take on apprentices. That way, we won't need to buy a machine to slice lamb rolls for Chinese New Year."

"But treating illnesses and saving lives is not the same as the skill of a butcher carving up an ox! You don't want to accidentally puncture someone's femoral artery like a piece of pork fat, that would be a huge mess."

Li Shuwen adjusted his glasses and slowly added insult to injury, his tone incredibly sincere:

"Liu Ming is right. Boss, our main concern is that you might accidentally remove some part of the person's body while you're treating them, and then take it home as a souvenir."

"When I turned around and opened my eyes, I thought, 'Hey? Where are my kidneys?' This is hard to explain."

Ji Zuodao was so annoyed by these two clowns that he rolled his eyes.

"Get lost! Do you think I'm that kind of person? I'm a legitimate healer, okay?!"

"Serious?" Liu Ming and Li Shuwen exchanged a glance and said in unison, "That word is very inappropriate when used to describe you."

Of everyone present, Zhang Yucheng was probably the only one who still believed that Ji Zuodao could actually cure diseases properly.

Zhang Yucheng stood with his hands in his pockets, watching his own little rascal with an air of nonchalance.

He had witnessed it firsthand in the realm of the bizarre—Ji Zuodao used healing magic to cure his nephew's eyes.

How so?

That technique was truly amazing, and the results were immediate.

Well... it's a bit weird.

How eerie is it?

Replacing an eyeball is as easy as replacing an AA battery.

With a "click," the bad one is taken out; with a "plop," the new one is inserted.

Live together.

Clean and crisp, flowing smoothly.

Although Liu Ming and Li Shuwen were full of doubts, they felt that Ji Zuodao's plan was unlikely to succeed.

But what about the two of them?

Well, the healing skills section is completely empty, not a single point has been allocated.

It's a case of the pot calling the kettle black; the eldest brother shouldn't criticize the second brother.

Well, let's try anything, even if it's a long shot.

Anyway, Ji Zuodao has already done it. At worst, he'll just kill the person, right?

It can't get any worse, right?

Because of Liu Ming's brilliant performance last year, where "the hemostatic talisman turned into a blood explosion talisman and splattered the referee's tablecloth," the General Administration of Sport has learned its lesson this year.

The third group sent up to give the investigators practice were all prisoners sentenced to death, awaiting execution in the autumn.

If you cure him, that's impressive; if you kill him... well, that's called early execution, saving you a bullet.

What? You're asking how all these prisoners are injured, and with such varied injuries, from broken bones and ruptured intestines?

That's what I meant.

Why can't people be allowed to trip over their own feet and fall in the detention center, getting seriously injured and disoriented?

Or perhaps during a break from exercise, in a moment of excitement, one of them has a close encounter with the railing and suffers a broken tendon?

Or perhaps you eat too fast and choke, straining so hard that you tear a hole in your intestines?

That's perfectly normal! Absolutely reasonable!

We need to understand and be tolerant.

Soon, the prisoners were brought up.

Ji Zuodao squinted at him and chuckled.

The prisoner before me was deathly pale, his legs were clenched tightly together, and his gait was incredibly awkward, every step exuding a deep sadness.

Isn't this the unlucky guy who got shot dead by that idiot Lü Jian from the Jiangnan branch?

"Yo!"

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and greeted him warmly:

"Brother, what a coincidence! We meet again!"

"Your injury... looks quite unique, doesn't it?"

The prisoner looked up and saw Ji Zuodao. His already pale face turned even whiter, and he rolled his eyes, almost fainting on the spot.

孽 孽!

Why is it this plague god!

Run! You must run! Now! Immediately! Right now!

Falling into this guy's hands, what good could come of it? It would have been better to just be shot dead!

He was quite straightforward; without saying a word, he turned around, lifted his leg, and took off running.

His actions and determination, if it weren't for the fact that he was covering his groin, clamping his legs together, and looking as awkward as a crab whose tail had been stepped on, would have given him a tragic air of a hero cutting off his own arm.

Unfortunately, ideals are often grand, but reality is often harsh.

He had only taken a couple of steps, maybe three or four meters away, when the unlucky guy let out a loud "Aow!" His voice cracked, and he collapsed on the spot like a shrimp that had lost its tendons, rolling around on the ground.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Ouch—!!!"

Between his legs, the wound inflicted by Lü Jian's spear had been hastily covered with some wood ash and wrapped with a rag.

The sudden, vigorous movement caused the wound to reopen completely, and dark red blood mixed with some unknown liquid gushed out with a "sizzling" sound, quickly staining his crotch.

The scene was... well, it was utterly tragic.

No wonder, ever since he was shot by Lü Jian, this guy hasn't received any proper medical treatment.

The men in 749 thought to themselves: "He's already a death row inmate, what's the point of treating him? It's a waste of medicine!"

Coincidentally, the third round of this year's grand martial arts competition tested healing skills, and the higher-ups were in need of "teaching props".

Alright, that's the one! Let's make use of waste!

Before he was brought over, one of the guards, who had some conscience, saw that his area was really creepy, so he grabbed a handful of cold ashes from the stove, covered it up, and said, "That's enough," and that was considered the pre-operative preparation.

It's only because he has some cultivation level that he's alive; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago.

The prisoner still held a sliver of hope.

He had heard that the investigators of Bureau 749 were all truly skilled, especially adept at various healing spells. While bringing the dead back to life and healing bones might be an exaggeration, they were said to be able to set up severed limbs and mend wounds with ease.

What if... what if some kind-hearted benefactor happens to heal him? Even if it's just stopping the bleeding and easing the pain?

This thought sustained him as he endured the pain and went onto the field.

Upon closer inspection, the doctor opposite him...

Damn it, isn't this the first bastard to gamble on Kun Kun by playing roulette?

From the Jinghai Branch!

Even these lowlifes who hang around at the bottom of society know exactly what kind of organization the Jinghai Branch is!

Those bastards, every single one of them, are inhuman! Their methods are more wicked than the last, and their hearts are darker than the last!

Let them treat you?

You might as well find a wolf to lick your wounds! At least after the wolf finishes licking them, you might still have some bone fragments left!

Heaven is going to destroy me!

The prisoner lay sprawled on the ground, his heart filled with bitterness and despair, overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

"Damn it... All I did was sleep with a few women, steal some money, and occasionally accidentally kill a few people... Is this some kind of punishment?!"

"First, my manhood was destroyed, and now I'm about to fall into the hands of this wicked star..."

"Heavens above! Earth below! Is there no justice left?! Can't you just give me a quick death?!"