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"No, I can't see it... I can't see it at all."

Duanmu Rong held the thinner catgut thread in her hand, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Although she spoke harshly, when it came to actually doing it, the difficulty of connecting the nerves in this "Frankenstein's monster" far exceeded her expectations. The nerves in a bear's forelimbs are thick and messy, while the nerves in a human's shoulder are delicate and fragile. Trying to perfectly connect the two is like carving a painting on a grain of rice.

"The light is too dim, and how could the naked eye possibly align such minute details?"

Duanmu Rong put down the needle holder with some frustration, turned and glared at Su Ming, her tone carrying a hint of professional anxiety as a doctor, "You're making things difficult for me! Unless I have the legendary 'clairvoyance,' this main nerve simply cannot be reconnected."

"Can't connect? That's because your equipment isn't good enough."

Su Ming stood by with his arms crossed, watching the show. Instead of panicking, he chuckled.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

To conquer a proud, technically skilled individual, brute force won't work; that will only get you her body, not her heart (her skills). You must completely overwhelm her in her field with cutting-edge technology, shattering her worldview and making her worship you!

"Get out of the way, let me show you what 'the eyes of science' really mean."

Su Ming pushed Duanmu Rong aside, and then, as if by magic, pulled out a strangely shaped big guy from behind him (actually the system space).

The heavy metal base, the precise adjustment knob, and the long, cannon-like monocular eyepiece.

Bathed in candlelight, this modified Zeiss high-magnification optical microscope exudes a cold, inexplicable luster.

"What...what is this?"

Duanmu Rong was stunned. She considered herself well-read and had seen countless strange weapons, but she had never seen this iron lump before.

"This is called a 'microscope,' but of course, you can call it—the eye of truth."

As Su Ming spoke, he skillfully adjusted the focus and casually cut a small piece of the bear's nerve tissue, placing it on a glass slide. "Come here, put your eyes close to this tube and look inside."

Duanmu Rong was skeptical.

She glanced at Su Ming warily, fearing it might be some kind of trap or mechanism. But her intense curiosity overcame her fear, and she cautiously moved closer, squinting one eye to look through the small hole.

Upon seeing this, the whole world changed.

"ah!"

Duanmu Rong jerked her head back, letting out a gasp. Her face turned deathly pale, as if she had seen something utterly terrifying. "There...there are bugs in there! So many bugs!"

"What insects? Those are cells! The origin of life!"

Su Ming grabbed her shoulder and forcefully pushed her head back down. "Don't dodge! Look closely! Look at those moving, splitting things—that's the foundation of our flesh and blood!"

Duanmu Rong was forced to look through the eyepiece again.

This time, under Su Ming's pressure, she could not escape and could only suppress the shock in her heart, staring intently at that bizarre and wonderful microscopic world.

She saw it.

The originally red flesh and blood turned into round and cute little red balls in my field of vision; the seemingly smooth nerve fibers became bundles of tubes tangled like hemp ropes; and near the wound, countless hideous, bristly tiny creatures were writhing and devouring the surrounding tissue.

"See those? Those little black things that are causing trouble are the manifestation of corpse poison. In my hometown, we call it a 'virus'."

Su Ming's voice rang in her ear, deep and magnetic, like a mentor imparting knowledge:

"What you perceive as illness is the invasion of pathogens; but in my eyes, it is a war taking place in the microscopic world. It is a battle between immune cells and viruses."

"The reason you can't connect it is because you haven't seen these 'microscopic' obstacles. Now, hold the needle in your hand, look at these channels, and try again?"

Duanmu Rong was completely stunned.

Her worldview underwent a magnitude 10 earthquake at that moment.

So this is what the human body is actually like?

It turns out that those so-called meridians and qi and blood are actually such intricate mechanical structures under a microscopic level.

Her medical skills, which she had once been so proud of, seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of this "eye of truth," like the blind men and the elephant!

"This...this is...the truth?"

Duanmu Rong murmured to herself, her hands no longer trembling, her eyes becoming more focused than ever before. She picked up the silver needle again, and this time, with the aid of a microscope, the previously elusive nerve bundle appeared thicker than a cable in her eyes.

"Sew it up!"

Su Ming handed over the scalpel at the opportune moment.

Duanmu Rong took a deep breath, and the silver needle in her hand seemed to come alive, piercing in steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly.

The first injection perfectly avoided all areas where the virus was concentrated.

The second stitch connects the nerve fibers at both ends seamlessly.

The third injection...

Time passed by, second by second.

The alchemy room was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing. Su Ming was no longer the bully who only knew how to use violence. He stood aside, adjusting the light source from time to time, handing over hemostatic forceps, and even considerately wiping the sweat from Duanmu Rong's forehead.

Duanmu Rong also completely forgot her identity.

She was no longer the Mohist leader sent to assassinate her, nor a captured prisoner. At this moment, she was simply an apprentice swimming in the ocean of knowledge, a healer filled with a thirst for truth.

"It's connected!"

As the last needle was inserted, Duanmu Rong let out an excited cheer.

She looked at the nerve that had healed perfectly under the microscope and was even beginning to conduct faint bioelectricity, her eyes shining with a light she had never seen before.

That's a sense of accomplishment.

It is the ultimate pleasure brought by technology that transcends the times and transcends cognition.

"How is it, Doctor Duanmu?"

Su Ming leaned against the table, looking at the excited Duanmu Rong, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Isn't this Corpse Dao technology much more interesting than your few silver needles sticking around like that?"

Duanmu Rong suddenly came to her senses.

She turned to look at Su Ming, the hostility and disgust in her eyes gone, replaced by an extremely complex expression that mixed admiration and inquiry.

This man...

Although he acts eccentrically and spouts fallacies, the knowledge he possesses is genuine and divine skill!

If we could learn this technique, if we could possess this "eye of truth," then what intractable disease in the world could not be cured?

"you……"

Duanmu Rong bit her lip, her voice slightly hoarse, "This is what you call... regenerative medicine?"

"That's just the tip of the iceberg."

Su Ming held up a finger and shook it. "As long as you're willing to learn, there's even more advanced stuff to come. Like how to do heart bypass surgery, how to expand the brain, and even... how to bring someone back from the dead."

"Dead...resurrected?" Duanmu Rong's breathing became rapid.

"That's right."

Su Ming leaned closer to her, his eyes filled with seduction. "That's the allure of science. How about it, interested in becoming the head of our Ming Qin Medical Department? I have plenty of little gems like these waiting for you to study them."

Duanmu Rong looked at the microscope, then at Su Ming.

She knew this might be a road of no return.

But for someone obsessed with medicine, this temptation is simply fatal.

"I……"

Duanmu Rong was about to speak.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar abruptly shattered the harmonious yet ambiguous academic atmosphere.

The heavy nanmu door of the alchemy room was kicked to pieces from the outside, as if it were made of paper, with wood chips flying everywhere and dust rising in the air.

An arrogant and domineering sword intent, filled with a chilling aura, instantly swept through the entire room.

"Who goes there?!"

Duanmu Rong instinctively stood in front of the microscope (to protect the valuable instrument) and questioned her sharply.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A tall, slender figure strode in, carrying a longsword with a menacing, serrated design.

He had a head of white hair, cold eyes, and an arrogant smile on his lips.

"My senior brother has fallen. Let me see who has such great skills."

Wei Zhuang.

The master of the quicksand, and Gai Nie's junior brother.

He slightly raised the shark-tooth sword in his hand, pointing it directly at Su Ming's brow, his tone exuding an overbearing arrogance that disregarded everyone else:

"So you're the sorcerer who turned Xianyang into such a chaotic mess?"

Su Ming looked at the door that had become a useless piece of furniture, and his smiling face instantly darkened.

"Damn it, don't any of them know how to knock?"

Su Ming put down his notebook and looked at Wei Zhuang with displeasure:

"Wei Zhuang, right? Do you know that this door was just repaired by Gongshu Chou? It was very expensive!"

"Pay up!"