What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

This bustling metropolis with a permanent population of over ten million seemed to be shrouded in a hazy, gray filter tonight.

In my view, many of the commercial streets and towering office buildings that should have been brightly lit are now shrouded in darkness.

In those dark corners, wisps of gray-black resentment and yin energy would rise from time to time, twisting and intertwining in mid-air.

Even as I passed an overpass in the west of the city, I could see flames rising into the sky from a distant old shantytown under the bridge.

A faint roar echoed through the rainy night.

Clearly, the Shadow Sect's ambush at Jinxiu Garden was just one part of a larger scheme tonight.

The mastermind behind the scenes used the inverted arrangement of the Three Evils to ignite the long-suppressed evil energy in Jiangcheng's underground.

Lu Yan looked out the window without saying a word, but silently clenched her fists on her knees.

Twenty minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz drove into the underground parking garage of the Jiangcheng Folk Customs Bureau.

As soon as the car came to a stop, several logistics team members who had been waiting for a long time quickly pushed a stretcher and a first aid kit to meet it.

The Folklore Bureau's underground base doesn't have the exaggerated "spiritual energy repair pods" or fully automated healing devices seen in science fiction movies.

The medical room here is more like a hybrid of a modern operating room and a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy.

The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol disinfectant, mixed with the extremely pungent smell of burning mugwort and cinnabar.

We were quickly separated into different groups.

Fang He suffered a fracture in his left shinbone, and the internal organ damage caused by overexertion made his condition the most serious.

Two support staff members in white coats immediately set his bones and put on a splint.

Then an elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor in a gray long coat stepped forward, pried open Fang He's mouth, and stuffed in a black pill that emitted a strong medicinal fragrance.

"Heart-protecting pills, to preserve the heart's pulse."

This leg needs three months of rest; the internal injury is more complicated and requires slow, medicated baths.

The old Chinese medicine doctor shook his head and instructed his companions to push Fang He and Qian Ji, who also suffered severe internal injuries, deeper into the corridor.

Li Qing is in the best condition of everyone.

Apart from his clothes being soaked, he didn't have a single scratch on his skin.

He was sitting casually on a bench outside the medical room, holding a steaming cup of ginger tea handed to him by a support staff member.

While drinking, he nibbled on a piece of high-calorie chocolate, muttering things like "drenched chicken" from time to time.

I was then taken to a private treatment room at the very back.

A middle-aged support staff member wearing a mask carefully cut open my raincoat, which was completely soaked in blood, with scissors.

When the trench coat was removed, revealing my upper body, he couldn't help but gasp.

"This...how is this possible?"

He stared wide-eyed at the deep sword wounds on my shoulder and below my collarbone, wounds that should have been deep enough to expose the bone.

Although the wounds still looked gruesome, they had begun to scab over and showed no signs of further bleeding.

"Consultant Chen, your body's self-healing ability... is even more terrifying than those masters of external martial arts who have mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique."

While he was sighing, he quickly took the medical cotton swabs and special medicine and began to clean the blood around my wound.

"It's just that the skin is a little thicker. Could you please take care of the incision under my ribs, doctor? It's quite deep."

I sat in the treatment chair and spoke in a gentle tone, without even frowning.

Only then did he notice the area under my ribs that I had been covering with my left hand.

When he removed my hand, the deepest wound was immediately exposed to the operating lights.

Although I had blocked the surrounding blood vessels with my evil energy, blood was still seeping out very slowly with each breath.

"This wound is too deep; it almost damaged the spleen. It needs to be stitched up immediately."

After examining the situation, the doctor's expression hardened, and he immediately turned around to prepare the anesthetic and surgical sutures.

"No need for anesthesia, just start stitching. I'm in a hurry."

I interrupted him directly.

The anesthetic would slow down my nerve processing, and I had to stay absolutely awake on this dangerous night.

The doctor paused for a moment, looked at my calm eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Thread the needle, draw the thread, and tie a knot.

The sensation of the cold steel needle piercing through the flesh was extremely clear.

But I just sat there quietly, letting a fine layer of cold sweat seep from my forehead, without even disrupting the rhythm of my breathing.

I focused all my attention on the cool sensation between my eyebrows, guiding it to circulate throughout my body and suppress the pure physical pain.

A dozen minutes later, the wound was stitched up.

The doctor applied a special wound ointment made by the Folklore Bureau, which was mixed with Panax notoginseng and several rare herbs, to the suture site, and then wrapped my upper body with white gauze.

"Consultant Chen, the wound has been treated."

However, you absolutely must not engage in any strenuous exercise during these next few days, otherwise, if it ruptures, the massive bleeding could be fatal.

Although your body has abundant Qi and blood, it cannot withstand such strain.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave extremely solemn instructions.

"Thank you, I'll be careful."

I nodded gently, picked up a clean black windbreaker provided by the logistics department from the shelf next to me, and put it on.

As I walked out of the treatment room, I saw Lu Yan coming out of the room next door.

She had changed out of her tattered special operations uniform and was now wearing a simple T-shirt and jacket.

The old Chinese medicine doctor had clearly given her acupuncture and fed her some medicine.

A faint trace of color finally returned to her face, which had been deathly pale.

But her eyes were colder and sharper than the rainy night outside.

"Is the injury treated?"

Lu Yan looked at me, her gaze lingering for a moment on my chest, which was wrapped in bandages.

"Hmm, it's just a superficial injury, nothing serious." I smiled.

"Director Lu, your body still needs rest; the medicinal effects of that pill haven't fully dissipated yet..."

Behind Lu Yan, the old Chinese medicine doctor chased after her, his face full of worry as he tried to dissuade her.

"No need, Mr. Chen."

Lu Yan turned around and waved to the old Chinese medicine doctor.

"Throughout Jiangcheng, special operations teams are still working tirelessly."

As the branch chief, I have no right to be resting in a hospital bed at this time.

Lu Yan turned her head and looked at me and Li Qing, who was sitting on the bench.

"Chen Yang, Li Qing. If you are still able to walk, please come with me to the control room."

After saying that, Lu Yan didn't hesitate at all, turned around and walked towards the command center at the deepest part of the underground base.

I looked at her slightly frail figure from behind and sighed softly in my heart.

This woman is truly a workaholic.

I turned to look at Li Qing, who had already thrown the paper cup in his hand into the trash can, patted his butt, and stood up.

"Let's go, Uncle Chen."

Li Qing grinned at me, and that carefree, nonchalant attitude returned to him.

"Go and see how big a hole those bastards have made in the sky over Jiangcheng."