Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"You beast! Prepare to die!"

With a sharp cry, a series of fine, whistling sounds suddenly burst forth in the air.

Duanmu Rong, enraged, showed no mercy. A barrage of silver needles rained down like a storm of pear blossoms, each one gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light—a deadly weapon laced with a special anesthetic from Mirror Lake. In her eyes, the man standing beside Gao Jianli's "corpse" with a wicked grin was the greatest demon in the world.

"Holy crap! Are you serious?"

Su Ming's eyelids twitched, and his body reacted instinctively. He didn't dodge or activate his corpse energy shield. Instead, he grabbed a headless corpse from the shelf next to him, which hadn't yet had its head attached, and held it in front of him like a shield.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

A dull thud sounded as flesh was being penetrated.

The unfortunate "meat shield" was instantly riddled with needles, especially in the chest and dantian, where several major acupoints were covered with needles, arranged neatly and with an astonishingly consistent depth.

"Excellent technique!"

Instead of being angry, Su Ming poked his head out from behind the corpse, his eyes shining like two bright light bulbs. He reached out and pulled out a still-vibrating silver needle, examining it closely and clicking his tongue in amazement.

"This force penetrates three-tenths of an inch into the flesh without damaging the bone; this accuracy is so perfect, you could hit a fatal spot even with your eyes closed. Miss Duanmu, your skill is absolutely amazing! It's a waste of your talent that you're not doing embroidery!"

"You... shameless!"

Duanmu Rong was so angry that she trembled all over.

She stared at the corpse that Su Ming had carelessly tossed onto the ground like trash, the crisscrossing sutures sending chills down her spine. As a doctor, she revered life and the deceased, yet this man had used a corpse as a shield, as… a toy?

"Hand over Gao Jianli! Otherwise, even if it costs me my life, I'll take you down with me!"

Duanmu Rong flipped her wrist, and once again picked up dozens of silver needles with her fingertips, her eyes resolute.

"Don't get agitated, don't get agitated. Getting angry is bad for your health and can easily cause endocrine disorders."

Su Ming waved his hand, his face showing a sincere expression that said, "I'm just eager to attract talent." He continued, "As you can see, I lack everything here, except corpses. Those needles you're using are no different from tickling them."

As he spoke, he stepped over the scattered parts and approached Duanmu Rong.

"Don't come any closer!" Duanmu Rong subconsciously took a step back.

"Miss Duanmu, let's reason this out."

Su Ming pointed to the severed arms hanging on the wall, the eyeballs soaking in jars, and the piles of neatly categorized internal organs on the table, his tone as fervent as a salesman:

"Look at my lab, top-notch equipment, plenty of materials. The only drawback is that I lack a skilled suturer!"

"You've seen those Black Iron Warriors. Their thick skin is an advantage, but they're too rough! Once an arm or leg is broken, my bunch of roughnecks will just use wire to tie it up, and the resulting wound will look like a centipede crawling. It's unsightly and affects their agility."

Su Ming became more and more excited as he spoke, his gaze fixed on Duanmu Rong's long, steady hands that did not tremble at all.

"But you're different!"

"You're a legendary healer! Your understanding of human anatomy is masterful! These hands are practically made for 'corpse reassembly'!"

"You're a madman...you're a madman!"

Duanmu Rong felt a churning in her stomach.

I was in such a hurry when I came in that I didn't look closely, but now that I'm looking closely, this isn't a palace at all; it's clearly a battlefield!

The worktable was piled high with scalpels, saws, and forceps of various sizes, and a bucket in the corner even contained the intestines of some unknown creature. The air was thick with the strange stench of formaldehyde mixed with old blood, making even this seasoned doctor, who was used to seeing life and death, want to vomit.

"These hands of mine, Duanmu Rong's, are for saving lives, not for playing with corpses like you!"

She gritted her teeth, suppressing her nausea, and flicked out the silver needles again.

"Ding!"

This time, Su Ming did not dodge.

He effortlessly caught the flying silver needle with two fingers, and in a flash, he closed in on it.

"Saving people? That's too narrow-minded!"

Su Ming grabbed Duanmu Rong's wrist, and that seemingly pale and weak hand remained motionless like an iron clamp. He moved closer to Duanmu Rong's deathly pale face, a wicked smile playing on his lips:

"Saving the living is one thing, but isn't repairing the dead also a form of repair?"

"Once you sew it up and get it moving again, it becomes another form of life! That's called 'regenerative medicine,' understand?"

"Let me go!"

Duanmu Rong struggled desperately, trying to reach for the poison powder in the medicine box with her other hand.

"Don't move around, this is delicate work."

Su Ming didn't give her a chance to resist at all. He directly chopped her paralyzed tendons with a chop, causing half of her body to go limp instantly. Then, like a tyrant abducting a woman, he half-dragged and half-carried this Mirror Lake Healer to the largest dissection table in the center of the main hall.

"Come on in, don't be shy."

Su Ming pressed Duanmu Rong's shoulders, forcibly pushing her into a chair. Then, pointing to the half-assembled, extremely grotesque monster on the table, he said with anticipation:

"This is my inspiration from last night—'Frankenstein's monster.' I wanted to combine the strength of a bear, the speed of a leopard, and the wisdom of a human."

What kind of body was that?

The body is human, but the left arm is attached to a thick bear paw, the right leg is a hind leg of an unknown wild animal, and there are even several unconnected blood vessels hanging on the neck, oozing black fluid.

"vomit……"

Duanmu Rong finally couldn't hold back any longer, gagged, and turned deathly pale.

"Don't vomit! It's a sterile environment!"

Su Ming quickly handed her a rag, then casually stuffed a pair of curved needles threaded with catgut into her hand. "These veins are too thin. My hands were shaking yesterday, and I messed up two of them, causing insufficient blood supply. You have good eyesight and steady hands, so help me fix them."

"I don't……"

"Get ready, I'll let you see Gao Jianli."

Su Ming played his trump card, his tone languid, "If he doesn't catch it well, or if he deliberately causes trouble... I'll remove Gao Jianli's prosthetic limbs and replace them with a pair of pig's trotters, so he can only crawl for the rest of his life."

"You...despicable!"

Duanmu Rong suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing with anger that almost set Su Ming ablaze.

"Thank you for the compliment. I just know how to recognize and appoint talent."

Su Ming smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken. He grabbed Duanmu Rong's still trembling hand and forced it onto the slippery, still slightly pulsating black vein.

"Let's begin, Doctor Duanmu."

"This is a minimally invasive surgery, so please don't let your hands shake. If you sew it crooked, it's a minor issue if the corpse explodes, but getting covered in blood is really unladylike."

Under Su Ming's devilish gaze, Duanmu Rong bit her lip hard until she tasted the rusty, metallic taste of blood.

She looked at the repulsive body before her, then at Su Ming beside her who looked expectant. In the end, her instinct as a healer and her determination to save lives made her tremble as she picked up the curved needle.

This is hardly a case of stitching up a corpse.

This is clearly stitching together her shattered worldview!