Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes.

Of these three experts, the one on the left is a bald old man with a prosthetic eye fitted with a lens in one eye;

The woman in the middle is a beautiful and intellectual woman in her late twenties. She has a device on her head with a single lens extending from it and placed in front of her left eye.

The one on the right is a man around forty years old, with a mechanical arm in his left hand.

"I personally recommend Dr. Anderson!"

The female receptionist pointed to the robotic arm expert:

"His arm didn't become like this because of an injury; it was a robotic arm that he proactively replaced with to allow for more precise surgery. You could say he's an excellent and responsible doctor!"

Zhang Lang frowned and focused his gaze on the woman in the middle: "What's that on her head?"

"That's a brain-trigger chip..." the receptionist explained patiently, explaining something that should be considered common sense in this world.

"Dr. Zhao is unable to undergo intracranial implantation due to special circumstances, and therefore requires the assistance of an external brain chip. Of course, her professional competence is beyond question; obtaining a doctorate in electroneurology and clinical qualifications at such a young age is sufficient proof of her excellence!"

Zhang Lang nodded: "She's the one!"

A brain-tissue chip is exactly what he needs; perhaps this beautiful doctor can understand his problem.

Soon, Zhang Lang was taken to Dr. Zhao's consultation room. When he walked in, the figure with a black ponytail was packing her things with her back to him.

"Sit there!"

Dr. Zhao said without turning his head. Zhang Lang glanced around. The consultation room was very large. There was a desk in front and a white, oddly shaped bed with various instruments inside. There were also various monitors connected to the side.

"That's an operating table! The place where surgery is performed. Normally, the patient lies on it while instruments perform craniotomy. The biotechnology in this world must be very advanced; they don't even need a dedicated operating room. One instrument can solve most problems."

The virtual mind reminded Zhang Lang that, regardless of the fact that Zhang Lang's home world did not have such advanced medicine and that surgery was relatively rare, given the boy's physique, he probably wouldn't have many opportunities to enter the operating room.

Zhang Lang nodded and sat down opposite the desk. When the female PhD student finished tidying up and turned around, she gave him a professional smile: "How can I help you?"

"There's something wrong with my brain chip!" Zhang Lang said. "I can't connect to the internet..."

"I see. Let's check it out and see the state of the chip in your brain!" Dr. Zhao nodded, and letters flashed on the monocular lens in front of him, indicating that the information had already been recorded.

Humans with implanted brain chips no longer need paper and pen. Information can be directly stored on hard drives and uploaded to databases, and the flow of every piece of information can be traced and recorded.

"No..." Zhang Lang shook his head, "I want to have a brain-extracorporeal chip like you!" As he spoke, he took out the chip he had previously stored away: "The contents of my brain have already been removed!"

"Huh?"

Dr. Zhao was very surprised to see this:

"Removing the chip is extremely dangerous. Who performed the surgery on you? I need to check the records. This is too reckless!"

"I was forced into this situation..." Zhang Lang stopped him. "I had an accident, and during the emergency treatment, they could only remove this thing. My brain is no longer suitable for chip implantation, so I want to have an external brain chip implanted."

"This is absurd!" Dr. Zhao clearly didn't believe Zhang Lang's explanation. His glasses flashed with information: "I haven't found any similar accidents or surgical records. You're lying! I'm your doctor; you have to tell me the truth so I can help you..."

Damn internet! It's too convenient!

Zhang Lang cursed inwardly, then glanced at the device near Dr. Zhao's ear: "So, Dr. Zhao, why are you wearing that thing?"

"I..." Dr. Zhao frowned and said, "This is my privacy..."

"Therefore, I also hope that you can respect my privacy..."

"This is different!" Dr. Zhao shook his head. "This is the first time I've encountered a patient like you. If you continue to act unreasonably, I'll call security!"

Zhang Lang knew that in this completely information-driven world, lies were useless, so he could only raise his hand and scratch his face!

With the help of the divine weapon, Zhang Lang's fingertips cut a wound on the hard skin of his face, and blood flowed down. Dr. Zhao subconsciously took two steps back, not understanding what this man meant by harming himself in front of him.

But then she saw that Zhang Lang had wiped the blood off his face, and the wound that had been cut earlier was gone!

Has it healed? When?

"You don't want to know what I went through..." Zhang Lang said vaguely, "Half an hour ago, I was just an ordinary resident of Midtown, but because of some... factors, my body changed and expelled the chip on its own... You don't need to check anymore, with your access level, you won't find anything..."

Dr. Zhao stared in disbelief, remaining stunned for several seconds before finally sitting down again. His gaze towards Zhang Lang held not only fear but also a hint of pity…

"I understand..." Dr. Zhao nodded. "I will prepare a diagnosis that you are not suitable for implanting a chip, and then I will prescribe a brain chip for you..."

Zhang Lang nodded; it had indeed succeeded...

Altars tend to erase traces of their existence in the mission world. Their common methods include rationalizing items or abilities that do not exist in this world, or influencing the consciousness of a few people so that they unconsciously become willing to conceal certain information from the reincarnators.

Of course, this is all predicated on the premise that the information relates to the existence of the altar.

Zhang Lang's initial explanation only concerned his own abilities. Regeneration, in a world with incredibly advanced biotechnology, is not necessarily a fantasy. The altar did not help cover up the lie he told to conceal this ability.

So what if his regenerative abilities are exposed? In science fiction, it can be understood as cyborgs; in fantasy, it can be understood as special magical arts; even in relatively realistic worlds, it can be reluctantly accepted as an urban legend. Of course, Zhang Lang will have to bear the consequences of the trouble he gets into because of his special abilities!

So later, Zhang Lang changed his story and directly showed Dr. Zhao his regenerative abilities!

The point of this action was not to demonstrate his abilities, but rather a single sentence he uttered!

Just half an hour ago, I was an ordinary person, but due to some inexplicable force, I have become like this!

This is a fact in this world's worldview; he merely replaced someone else's identity here. Before he transmigrated, he was indeed a normal person! And the power that could instantly grant a normal person special abilities does not exist in this world!

This description points directly to the power of the altar!

Therefore, the altar could not stand idly by in this matter and had to help cover it up!

Zhang Lang has tied his power to the power of the altar, using this to threaten the altar into doing him favors!

As a result, he succeeded. Dr. Zhao readily agreed to help him falsify records and implant a brain chip, which was clearly the result of the altar's intervention!

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