Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 88 Ning Rongrong's Daily Life

"Sir, there's no need to look anymore, the wound doesn't hurt anymore."

"Don't rush, we need to observe more than just the wound healing process; there are also some data that need to be recorded."

Soul Guidance Device Academy, Laboratory.

Ning Rongrong, wearing a white coat, carefully examined the wound on Klose's severed arm, occasionally scribbling on a piece of paper.

"High cultivation level is good. As long as the treatment is in place, the wound heals almost ten times faster than an ordinary person. Some meridians have already healed, but the persistent phantom pain still exists. This is both a good thing and a bad thing."

"Forehead."

Kross scratched his head with his only remaining left hand, facing the girl who was more than twenty years younger than him, his honest face showing a hint of awkwardness.

Although the person in front of me is very beautiful and caring, asking me in detail about my recovery every day and even helping me change medications sometimes, I can't see any other emotions in her eyes.

as if

I feel like a piece of porcelain that has just been fired, being observed from all angles, with no flaw overlooked.

Suppressing some unpleasant thoughts, Kross asked with some curiosity, "Lord Ning, you said it's both good and bad. What do you mean?"

"Oh, this."

Ning Rongrong held a special monocular in her right hand to observe the healed wound, while her left hand kept writing and drawing, and she also asked questions to answer his doubts.

"Persistent phantom pain is very troublesome. It will have a significant impact on your life and combat. I have visited some medical soul masters in the past few days, and they generally believe that your body thinks that your hand is not actually broken, or that there is still a possibility of repair."

"That part of the nerve remains active, but it is no longer possible to regenerate the severed limb using conventional methods."

"But some special methods should be able to achieve this. Anyway, this merit is enough to keep you from going to the battlefield and allow you to live to old age. You can rest assured and wait five or six years. Maybe you can achieve limb regeneration."

In some ancient texts, there are accounts of people using high-age soul bones to regenerate severed limbs. If this technology existed in ancient times, it must be possible now as well. She has been studying the information day and night for the past few days and has gained some insights.

"So, does that mean I just have to wait for the next five or six years?"

Upon hearing that there was still a possibility of recovery for his right hand, the middle-aged man, who was approaching fifty, was only excited for a moment before his face turned disappointed again.

Are you very afraid of pain?

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

"No," Cross shook his head, "If I stayed here for five or six years, I would have rusted long ago. Someone like me is of no value if I can't fight on the battlefield, so it's better not to cure me."

"Since I've lost my right hand, I'll use my left. It's just that it hurts from time to time. Lord Ning, you must have a solution, right?"

Ning Rongrong put down her pen, looking at the determination in Klose's eyes, and for the first time felt that speaking was so difficult.

In the end, she nodded under the man's hopeful gaze.

"With some special herbs, the nerves in the wound can be completely corroded, so you won't experience any pain afterward. Don't regret it."

"Haha, that's great!"

"Fighting is our only mission!"

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

Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief and quietly packed everything away: "Then we can prepare for the surgery this afternoon. We'll go to the newly opened clinic on the third floor later. I'll apply to Dean Yue Guan."

"Okay, thank you!"

Watching Klose turn and leave, and carefully close the door behind her, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes and pondered for a while before pulling out an old book from the densely packed bookshelf.

The sunlight streaming through the window mingled with the cold light from the soul-guided device in the laboratory, reflecting on the girl's focused face in a harmonious and natural way.

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

[Fully Dynamic Neural Soul-Based Bionic Limbs - Initial Version]

"Knock knock knock—"

"Little Rongrong, still studying? Do you want to see the candied hawthorns your senior sister brought you?"

The laboratory door was slammed open with a bang, and a figure skipped over to Ning Rongrong. Under the girl's unbearable gaze, a string of candied hawthorns was stuffed directly into her mouth.

"Hu! Liena!"

"Good girl, you could call me whatever you wanted before, but now you have to call me 'Senior Sister'!"

The little fox sniffed closer and, smelling only a sweet fragrance, felt relieved and hugged the fox, rubbing against it affectionately.

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

"Just for a little while, I swear just for a little while. Rongrong is so much more interesting. It's so annoying to have those two idiots hanging around me all day, especially Yan. That guy is always acting like a fool, it's so irritating!"

"Heh heh heh, that guy's intentions are so obvious, can't you guess them?"

Ning Rongrong pushed Hu Liena away expressionlessly: "If you don't like it, just refuse. You keep accepting other people's kindness while stringing them along. You're not a good person either."

"No way."

Hu Liena smiled awkwardly: "The three of us grew up together. I only ever thought of Yan as a good friend. I didn't know how to say it out loud. Sigh. Unlike you, you already have someone you like."

"By the way, what about that sausage kid? I haven't seen him much lately?"

"Well, I'm not too sure about that either," Ning Rongrong shook her head, rubbing her temples with her fingers, a hint of fatigue flashing across her face. "It seems that Xiao Ao has been cultivating with Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone for a while now, but I don't know the specifics."

Now, she not only has to cultivate, but she also can't put down her research on soul tools. She even has to run to the Papal Palace every few days to learn how to handle government affairs by Bibi Dong's side. News about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Hall's industries also comes to her from time to time, asking for her attention.

There's also the outer city wall project, which is already on the agenda and about to begin construction.

Ning Rongrong is almost going crazy!

If it weren't for the thoughtful consideration passed down from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, my head would probably have exploded by now!

"By the way, Rongrong, how about we go out and have some fun sometime?"

Hu Liena's slender body pressed against her, her breath carrying the fragrance of orchids onto her face, creating a strangely peculiar feeling.

"Haha, you think I have time to go out and have fun? I wish I could split myself into eight people and still not have enough time. How am I supposed to go out?"

"Go away, go away! Staying here all the time will make you rust!"

"Stop fooling around!"

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

"It's not impossible. We're planning to set up a new branch temple as a demonstration site soon."

"The teacher also plans for me to take some time to go and check it out."

(End of this chapter)