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

In the dim candlelight, the bent silver needle trembled violently at Duanmu Rong's fingertips.

A drop of dark red corpse oil clung to the needle tip, teetering precariously.

"Sewing, Doctor Duanmu."

Su Ming stood to the side like a vengeful ghost, toying with a gleaming scalpel in his hand. "This is delicate work. If the catgut breaks, the nerve connections of this 'Frankenstein' will be ruined."

"You...you should just kill me!"

Duanmu Rong bit her lower lip hard until she tasted blood. Looking at the nauseating body before her, her stomach churned.

This is not human.

This is a monster forcibly pieced together from a human torso, a black bear's left arm, and the right leg of an unknown beast!

The most outrageous thing is that head.

Su Ming actually sewed a huge, dead bull's head, with its eyes wide open, onto the neck of a strong human man!

The bull's eyes were wide open, still oozing black blood, and its sharp horns gleamed eerily under the light.

"Blasphemy...this is the greatest blasphemy against life!"

Duanmu Rong slammed the curved needle in her hand onto the tray. "I am a healer! I have learned the art of saving lives, not this heinous art of piecing things together!"

"Evil magic?"

Su Ming wasn't angry. He bent down, picked up the needle, and wiped it on his sleeve.

"Miss Duanmu, isn't your perspective too narrow?"

He pointed at the bull's head, his face showing a look of utter disappointment:

"How can this be called blasphemy? This is called resource reorganization! This is called making the best use of resources!"

"Look at this man, he was a strongman in life, but unfortunately he wasn't very bright and died stupidly. And look at this ox, it was a master at plowing the fields, with amazing stamina, but unfortunately it lost a leg."

Su Ming spread his hands, as if displaying a perfect work of art:

"I combined them to complement each other's strengths and weaknesses. This bull's head has high defense and low pain sensitivity; this human body has great strength and wide meridians."

"The combination of the two creates the perfect meat shield warrior! Once on the battlefield, this will be a mobile wall protecting the Qin warriors!"

"Isn't this the greatest compassion? To allow the departed to continue to shine in another form!"

"That's just sophistry!"

Duanmu Rong trembled with rage. "Life isn't some clay puppet you can mold at will! You're creating a monster!"

"monster?"

Su Ming sneered, his eyes instantly turning as sharp as knives.

He suddenly reached out and pressed on the back of the "minotaur's" neck.

"Sizzle—"

A faint crackling sound of electricity rang out.

The next second, something happened that shocked Duanmu Rong to her core.

The once lifeless bull's head suddenly moved!

Its enormous bull mouth suddenly opened, emitting a low growl that, though faint, was clearly audible: "Moo—"

Immediately afterwards, the five sharp claws of the grafted black bear left arm suddenly sprang open and gripped the iron dissection table tightly, carving five deep furrows into it!

"He's...alive?"

Duanmu Rong was so frightened that she took a step back and her back hit the cold wall, her face full of disbelief.

How is that possible?

Different species, different blood types, even completely different meridian pathways! How could they possibly be pieced together and still move?

This goes against all common medical sense!

"Did you see it clearly?"

Su Ming pointed to the bear's arm, which was still trembling slightly, his tone filled with a hint of fanatical boasting:

"This is not a simple matter of stitching up flesh and skin. I connected their central nervous system, broke through the bloodline barrier that caused the alien species to reject me, and used corpse energy as a new bioelectrical energy source."

"This is my 'neural connection technique'."

Su Ming turned his head and stared into Duanmu Rong's eyes, which were filled with shock:

"Miss Duanmu, you are an expert. You should be able to see the extent of your understanding of anatomy and meridian theory required to achieve this."

Duanmu Rong fell silent.

As the Immortal Physician of Mirror Lake, she could certainly see it.

The sutures at the junction of the bear's arm and the human shoulder, though ugly like a centipede, showed that every nerve was precisely aligned to the millimeter. Blood vessels, fascia, bones... all fit together flawlessly!

This is truly divine skill!

Even if her master, Nian Duan, were to be reborn, he probably couldn't achieve such a perfect cross-species grafting!

in case……

If this technology were used to reattach severed limbs and to treat disabled soldiers on the battlefield…

Duanmu Rong's breathing suddenly became rapid.

She looked at Su Ming, her eyes still showing disgust, but now there was a deep sense of shock and... a technological admiration that she herself didn't even realize.

"Although your skills are very strong..."

Duanmu Rong took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice from trembling too much, "But your technique is too rough."

"Huh?" Su Ming was taken aback.

Duanmu Rong pointed to the still-bleeding blood vessel, and her professional instincts kicked in instantly. Her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her unable to tolerate such a rough handling method.

"The venous valves here are sewn backwards! This will obstruct blood return, and this bear paw will become necrotic in less than half an hour!"

"And there, the nerve bundles aren't aligned! You're forcing it in! That will cause a delay in reaction time!"

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, even taking a step forward and pointing at the wound in a vehement accusation:

"What a waste! Such intricate nerve connections, and you used such thick catgut? Do you even know how to sew? Are your hands claws?"

Su Ming blinked.

He looked at the wound that was indeed bleeding a little, and then at Duanmu Rong, who was indignant and had completely entered "doctor's rounds" mode.

Suddenly, he smiled.

He laughed like a fox that had stolen a hen.

"Oh! I knew it!"

Su Ming slapped his thigh and forcefully shoved the blood-stained scalpel and curved needle into Duanmu Rong's hand.

He took a step back, gestured for them to proceed, and wore a smug, "I can't do it, you'll have to" smile.

"I knew this job had to be done by a professional!"

"Dr. Duanmu, since you can't stand it anymore, then... please leave?"

Duanmu Rong held the still-warm scalpel, frozen in place.

She looked at the thin silver needle in her hand, then at the delicate wound that would become completely necrotic if not treated promptly.

save?

Or not to save them?

Saving them would be aiding and abetting evil, helping this wicked Taoist create monsters.

Not saving her... As a top doctor with severe occupational obsessive-compulsive disorder, watching a "surgery" that could have been perfect ruined at the last step is more painful than killing her!

"You...you're shameless!"

Duanmu Rong cursed through gritted teeth, her eyes reddening.

But her body tells a different story.

She angrily pushed Su Ming away, walked to the dissection table, skillfully put on the new gloves Su Ming had prepared, and her eyes instantly became focused and sharp.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the light!"

Duanmu Rong gave a cold shout, and the silver needles in her hand fell like butterflies flitting among flowers.

"Watch closely! This is what real stitching looks like!"