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Chapter 110 Side Effects of the 18-Point Physique (9K-word long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

The magical hand withdrew from Helen's room like evil tentacles.

After Richard's physique improved to 18 points, his physical abilities completely broke through the limits of human beings, reaching a realm beyond ordinary imagination.

Not only in terms of strength and physique, his senses of hearing, smell, and sight have also reached an unbelievable level.

In Richard's ears, the soundproofing of mid-to-high-end apartments like YC Apartments was almost like that of a simple log cabin.

He could hear even the slightest noise from next door.

Helen's condition was abnormal during her time at OCME.

When Richard got home, he listened carefully to the sounds coming from Helen's room and, sure enough, he heard that she had gotten into trouble.

Helen and Emily's plan was a disaster; they had absolutely no experience with it.

If the other party wants the money, why would they allow you to monitor them?

I'll follow behind tomorrow; maybe I can help out, at least I can't let Helen die.

The sunlight outside the window is very bright; it's already 9 a.m.

Richard had just worked overtime all night and felt a bit tired, so he prepared to lie down on the bed and rest for a while.

He then discovered the side effects of the 18 points of the extraordinary physique.

Their ears are so sensitive!

The soundproofing of the YC apartment couldn't block his powerful hearing at all.

Previously, when I rested in the room, it felt relatively quiet.

Now things are different. The sounds of cars driving downstairs and the loud music in the distance can all reach Richard's ears through the window.

The most troublesome thing is the noise coming from inside the apartment building.

He couldn't hear any of these things before.

For example, right now, he can hear the passionate battle between two dragons and a phoenix coming from downstairs.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Fk!"

Richard was speechless: "I clearly remember there was a mother from Tokyo University accompanying her child downstairs! What are you doing?!"

Furthermore, from the floor above Helen's room, one could hear a man and a woman laughing foolishly, accompanied by jarring music.

I don't feel it when I'm not resting, but as soon as I lie down in bed, those sounds are as clear as if they're right next to my ears.

Li Chen felt that the whole building was like a noisy vegetable market, extremely chaotic.

Now, Richard can hear everything clearly, from his room to the neighbors on both sides, even the neighbors in the next room, as well as the three neighboring houses upstairs and downstairs!

There's no way to rest!

The woman downstairs was still shouting recklessly.

Richard couldn't take it anymore and used his magical hand to observe.

My daughter isn't home; I don't know where she went.

There were only three people in the family: one black, one white, and the mother who accompanied the child to school. The situation was extremely fierce.

Perhaps his daughter is on another battlefield? Richard speculated, not without malice.

The magical hand quickly reached out to the apartment upstairs from Helen's.

The room was occupied by a male and a female international student, both of whom appeared to have yellow skin.

There were a bunch of jars scattered around the room.

He understood immediately: XIAO!

The two of them were laughing and inhaling deeply, having a blast.

What a vibrant and thriving place!

"Damn it! How am I supposed to sleep like this?"

Richard sat up with a headache: "I can't rest here anymore, I have to move."

The side effects of this improved physique were completely unexpected.

It seems that only detached houses like those in Catherine can be quiet. There are very few cars in the community, it is far from the road, the neighbors are separated by their yards, and each household has planted trees, which can isolate a lot of noise.

Even if you can hear it, you can strengthen the soundproofing of the room's walls or plant more trees.

YC Apartments are buildings that cannot be modified.

Richard sighed.

"It turns out that improving attributes isn't all good."

Fortunately, Richard was only slightly tired, so he simply continued working.

His 18-point constitution allowed him to stay up for two days and two nights without significantly affecting his concentration.

Now, with Debbie, who can inspire unclaimed faith, there is a stable source for magic restoration.

Richard finally decided to expend his magic power to do some training.

I'm going to Mass on Wednesday, which will restore my full magic power.

Now I can use some of my energy to research things I was reluctant to research before.

For example, using magic to dissolve objects or increase mental strength.

This is a technique he discovered last time when crafting [Withered Resentment].

That time he prepared three pieces of silver jewelry: a ring, a bracelet, and a necklace.

Later, considering that rings, bracelets, and necklaces were too effeminate for men, Richard ultimately chose a silver ring.

Richard took out the silver bracelet and began to examine it.

There seem to be no restrictions on how magic can melt objects; bones can be melted, the essence of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine can be melted, and silver can be melted as well.

What about that person?

What about the animals?

Or... [fresh flesh and blood]?

Richard's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took out 0.1 units of fresh flesh from the Blood and Bones Box.

A red ball of blood, about the size of a billiard ball, hovered on Richard's fingertip. It was lifelike, with its surface constantly undulating and flowing, making it look very eerie.

Richard tried to infuse magic into the "fresh flesh and blood" by melting silver, and the magic indeed blended in.

Fresh flesh and blood can indeed devour magic power, and there's an advantage to that: the speed at which it devours magic power is constant.

If injected too quickly, the magic will accumulate and be wasted.

If the injection is too slow, you will feel a noticeable lack of magic power.

This is indeed an excellent method for training the stability of magical power!

In the past, when Richard melted silver or similar substances, he had to control the speed by feel, but he couldn't accurately control the speed.

The rate at which fresh flesh and blood consume magic power is very stable, making it a kind of "calibration instrument" for mental training.

Richard estimated that it would consume about 1 point of magic power every 10 minutes while injecting it.

About an hour later, 6 points of magic power were consumed.

Thanks to the calibration instrument, Richard was able to input magic power more accurately than before, but it was also more difficult. This time, after only one hour, he began to experience the same feeling of excessive mental energy depletion as before.

My temples started throbbing, and I couldn't concentrate.

This time, he didn't continue; he stopped.

I still have to deal with Helen's mess tomorrow, so I need to save some magic for emergencies.

Furthermore, Richard had no magic textbooks, and he didn't know if excessive mental exertion would lead to irreversible side effects, just like how excessive training could cause muscle breakdown.

Stability comes first.

Richard slowly came to a stop.

He carefully observed the 0.1 unit of "fresh flesh" on his fingertip, and it seemed different from before. It was more vibrant, more rosy, and had a sense of vitality.

Suddenly, a system notification sounded.

"Ding! New quest issued: [Flesh and Blood Magic Structure]. Explore the magic of flesh and blood manipulation, and discover the relationship between life and flesh. Reward: Unlock the [Flesh and Blood Magic Structure] spell."

Richard was pleasantly surprised.

Finally, a new task!

It's been so long, finally a new mission!

Richard returned the lump of "fresh flesh and blood" to the Blood Box, thinking it would be wasted.

To everyone's surprise, this mass of "fresh flesh and blood" was like a drop of oil in water, suspended among the "fresh flesh and blood" in the Blood Remains Box, and did not mix with it.

In other words, this mass of "fresh flesh and blood" can be taken out again and infused with magic power once more?

Richard was secretly pleased.

But how much needs to be injected?

What was the final result?

What is its purpose?

Is it for magic construction?

Could it be used for self-modification to raise the upper limit of physical fitness?

It feels a bit strange.

However, as a necromancer, one doesn't seem to deserve the title of necromancer unless one performs some self-inflicted damage, such as strengthening one's magical intestines or eternal heart.

At least it's better than becoming a lich, right?

Richard wanted to focus on his research, but the surrounding area was getting noisier.

The two men and one woman downstairs are still fighting.

The man and woman upstairs were still laughing foolishly.

Now there's another one: the woman next door is arguing on the phone.

Richard listened, and it seemed to be because her boyfriend hadn't celebrated the anniversary of her getting her first A in elementary school.

She made her boyfriend sleep on the sofa for a week, and he angrily broke up with her.

Is this some kind of outrageous nonsense?!

Richard was speechless.

Fine, you're all true gods.

Richard couldn't take it anymore and decisively left, driving to Catherine's house.

We arrived at Catherine's house.

Debbie is supposed to go to cheerleading practice today, and only Catherine is home, revising a document at her desk.

"Master, you've arrived." Catherine immediately stood up.

Richard casually asked, "What are you writing?"

Catherine explained, "It's Daniel's equity investment agreement. I've already discussed it with him; he will invest five percent and become a shareholder of the Katrina Clinic. Some time ago, he purchased a batch of autologous fat grafting equipment from a Queens hospital, worth about $31, as his equity investment."

"5%, $31?" In other words, the clinic's valuation has skyrocketed to $600 million in a short period of time.

Of course, most of them were brought by Richard.

This is also why Daniel was willing to take such a small share; he knew his role wasn't that significant, and he just wanted to seize the opportunity to get on board.

Richard won't take any shares; Catherine's money is his money.

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"...In addition, Daniel will also serve as a plastic surgeon at Katrina's clinic, and he will need an extra salary. I have already agreed, Master. What do you think? How much salary would be appropriate?"

Richard waved his hand: "You can decide about the clinic yourself."

"OK."

Richard paced back and forth in the room, listening intently.

It was indeed much quieter at Catherine's house.

The birdsong outdoors sounds clearer than before, which is a side effect of increased physical fitness, but it's okay, I can treat it as white noise and I'll get used to it quickly.

At least there was no talk of a male-female conflict.

Catherine, unsure of Richard's intentions, tentatively asked, "You want me to—"

Richard said directly, "I want to buy a detached house. The YC apartment is too noisy; the quieter the better."

"Is the YC apartment too noisy? It's very quiet there." Catherine didn't understand, but she did as Richard told her to.

"Okay, I'll consult with a real estate consultant. Do you have any other requirements?"

Richard began to ponder.

I won't be going to OCME as often in the future. The results of dissecting cadavers are getting less and less out of me, and it's just a waste of time.

He mainly went to three places: the cell laboratory, the Katrina Clinic, and Hart Island.

"Just find a house near the cell lab and clinic, not too far away. The main requirement is quiet."

Catherine said, "If you want quiet, Princeton town is definitely the best place. It's very quiet, there are almost no cars outside, and it's mostly professors and wealthy people."

Richard thought for a moment and shook his head: "I won't be going to the cell lab often, so I'll stick to this place."

He thought about how he would have to go to the streets to draw blood after graduating from Saide Vocational College.

There are even fewer people selling blood in the small town of Princeton.

Dissecting corpses yields little reward; future academic growth depends entirely on performing surgeries at Catherine's clinic and drawing blood on the street.

Why not practice your magic with American flesh and blood and make a little money?

Catherine was secretly pleased; she didn't want Richard to go too far. "Okay, I'll find out for you. What about the price?"

Richard pondered for a while longer and discovered that Catherine's house also had problems.

Her house, like most American detached houses, is a wooden structure and not very soundproof.

He could faintly hear sounds coming from the house next door not far away: a man was playing a shooting game, and it was a little noisy.

If the neighbors all come home at night, he might hear sounds of men and women having sex.

He didn't care about the awkwardness; his main concern was the disruption to his rest.

Buying a house is so complicated, it's impossible to buy one first, live in it for a few months, and then buy another.

We still need to buy concrete!

Richard said, "It must be a concrete house, not wooden one. A detached house with its own yard, the quieter the better. The bigger the better, a bigger yard means better sound insulation. That's roughly it."

Richard considered that if his physical condition improved again in the future, his hearing might become even more exaggerated, so he decided to prepare in advance and solve the problem all at once.

Catherine wrote down all of Richard's requirements: "Okay. But if you want reinforced concrete, the house might be quite expensive, maybe around $400 to $500 million."

Richard thought for a moment and said, "You go ahead and look for it. I'll take care of the money."

He definitely doesn't have that much money; maybe we'll have to think of a way.

For example, Christina has money and could fund the purchase, but it's unclear how much spare cash she has.

While looking up the real estate agent's phone number, Catherine said, "By the way, Daniel has scheduled two autologous fat grafting surgeries this afternoon. Would you like to go to the clinic to check them out?"

Richard said, "Alright."

The knowledge of "Flesh and Bone" has now completely stagnated, and we must find a way to increase the upper limit of physical fitness; otherwise, even if we level up, our physical fitness will not be able to improve.

Based on the experimental results this morning, Richard estimates that it is largely related to fresh flesh and blood.

In the afternoon, Richard and Catherine went to the Katrina Clinic together.

Daniel arrived as well and was chatting with a voluptuous lady.

Yes, BBW body type, Daniel's favorite.

Daniel was talking excitedly when he looked up and saw Richard, and paused for a moment.

He hadn't expected Richard to come today, and froze on the spot.

Mrs. Faulkner continued to compliment, "Dr. Daniel, your technique is incredibly steady. I saw the surgery you performed on Nagia; it was perfect! She recovered completely in just three or four days! I've had liposuction done three times, including at Dersen Precision, and never once did it take less than seven days. Daniel, you have magical hands!"

Faulkner stared at Daniel's fingers.

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Daniel was having a great time when Richard arrived, and he could only give an awkward, dry laugh: "Well—everyone's technique does vary."

Richard took a bottle of purified water and sat down to listen.

Daniel groaned inwardly.

If it were just him and Mrs. Faulkner here, he could boast however he wanted.

Richard's presence here only made him feel incredibly awkward.

Catherine noticed Daniel's embarrassment, shrugged, and went aside to check today's surgery schedule.

"It's more than just a difference!" Mrs. Faulkner continued, "You're the best liposuction doctor in all of New York. Nakia said it would only take three days, but I saw her body on the fifth day."

Good heavens! It's already not noticeable after five days. Dr. Spencer needs at least ten days. I heard Daphne took twelve days to recover, and her entire vacation was ruined. Hahaha!

Mrs. Faulkner was laughing very happily, which suggested that she and Daphne did not get along well.

Daniel wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Stop talking, stop talking." Daniel looked like a duck being choked, completely uncomfortable. "Dr. Spencer is also very excellent."

"He can't compare to you! Your hands are practically blessed by God, a hundred times better than those famous doctors."

As Mrs. Faulkner spoke, she gently touched the back of Daniel's hand, clearly indicating that their relationship was not merely that of patient and patient.

Daniel's eyes twitched, but he didn't dare shake off Mrs. Faulkner's hand. He swallowed hard and subconsciously turned his head to look at Richard.

Richard held up a glass of water to him, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"I want to die!" Daniel cried out in his heart.

Mrs. Faulkner followed Daniel's gaze to Richard and asked curiously, "Is he your assistant, Mr. Dong? He's so young."

Daniel grimaced, unsure how to explain.

Richard politely asked, "And this is—"

Daniel could only bite the bullet and say, "Mrs. Faulkner, our client is about to have an autologous fat grafting procedure."

Richard said politely, "Mrs. Faulkner, I'm learning from Dr. Daniel."

He's too young; mentioning colleagues would surely arouse Mrs. Faulkner's suspicion and could lead to unnecessary trouble.

Saying it's about studying is vague and might be misunderstood as being an intern.

Mrs. Faulkner laughed: "Then you should learn a lot from Daniel. He's a great plastic surgeon. You're lucky. You guys from East University look so young. You've already graduated with a PhD, but you look like a high school student."

Mrs. Faulkner didn't think much of it, as the students from the University of Tokyo looked younger than Americans.

"Yes, Dr. Daniel's skills are amazing!" Richard said calmly, without giving anything away.

Daniel's smile grew increasingly stiff as he rubbed his hands together nervously, like a fly trying to escape at any moment.

He couldn't take it anymore and gestured to Nurse Claire: "Hurry up and change your clothes, it's almost time to go into the operating room."

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Claire, who had been holding back for a long time, immediately came over and said, "Mrs. Faulkner, this way, I'll help you change into your surgical gown. The surgery is about to begin."

"Okay." Mrs. Faulkner stood up with a smile, touched Daniel's hand again, and winked. "I'd like Dr. Daniel to remove my stitches and have a follow-up examination in three days."

Daniel's lips twitched: "No problem!"

He just wanted Mrs. Faulkner to leave quickly, and he would agree to anything.

Mrs. Faulkner left with a smile.

Oliver finally burst out laughing, slumped onto the table, and his shoulders shook violently.

"Alright, you can laugh all you want." Daniel was very embarrassed. "Richard, don't overthink it."

Richard didn't seem to mind: "No problem, Daniel. This is what you should do. Everyone knows you performed the surgery."

For Richard, Daniel must demonstrate his professionalism in front of outsiders, otherwise he cannot maintain his image as a genius liposuction doctor, or attract other customers.

Richard must not reveal the truth before he gets his license, or it will cause him a lot of trouble.

Daniel's lips twitched.

Oliver almost burst out laughing.

The receptionist kept glancing over here, looking very puzzled as to what they were laughing about.

Wasn't the surgery performed by Daniel?

What are they laughing at?

Only five people knew the secret that Richard had undergone surgery; even the receptionist was unaware.

"That's it, no problem," Richard emphasized again, then began changing into his surgical gown.

Daniel had no choice but to bite the bullet and change as well.

Soon, the two stood in front of the operating table, and the operating light was precisely shone on the patient's abdomen.

The abdomen has been disinfected, and the liposuction areas have been marked on both hips with a marker.

Mrs. Faulkner looked at Daniel with affection.

Daniel couldn't take it anymore and gave Oliver a wink.

Oliver went up and injected Mrs. Faulkner with an antidote, then leaned back in his chair, staring at the monitor, twirling a pen idly with his fingers.

He is very satisfied with his current life. He works less and earns more money. Why not?

He doesn't care about any violations; even if it gets exposed, it won't be him who broke the rules.

Daniel finally calmed down and began to explain: "The autologous fat grafting procedure is actually divided into two very simple steps: first, the fat is extracted, and then it is injected."

Richard had learned some of the basic concepts he introduced from textbooks, but this was the first time he had ever seen a specific surgical procedure.

Daniel picked up the liposuction cannula, about to begin the procedure, when he added, "Why don't you do the liposuction yourself? That way, the recovery will be faster."

Oliver started laughing again.

Richard glanced back at him, and Oliver quickly shut up: "OK, I'll shut up."

Money is more important than watching Daniel have fun.

Oliver turned his face to the wall and remained motionless.

What's wrong with facing the wall if you can make money?

Who can earn thousands of dollars by just sitting in front of a wall?

Richard began liposuction.

After his flesh and blood control was upgraded again, he could see the microscopic interface of the skin, and could see all the cells clearly, not to mention the capillaries.

In addition, his physique improved to 18 points, making Richard's control over his fingers more sensitive and delicate, and his perception of minute touches more acute.

The liposuction cannula is inserted into the skin, and with just a slight twist and adjustment, fat is extracted.

In Daniel's opinion, Richard's skills have improved again.

He couldn't understand how Richard did it at all, but the result was that the bleeding was so little that it was almost invisible, which was too exaggerated.

Richard's liposuction procedure was like an art performance.

It's fast and causes minimal bleeding.

If Daniel had done it, the liposuction would have taken at least 40 minutes, but Richard finished it perfectly in just 20 minutes, and the amount of bleeding was only one percent of Daniel's; he couldn't even see much blood.

Daniel exclaimed, "Your skills have improved again!"

Richard nodded: "Yeah, I practiced on corpses a lot at OCME."

Daniel was surprised. So that's how it is?

Should I also go to OCME to practice anatomy?

However, he then remembered how slow he had been learning liposuction back then, and immediately gave up.

When a needle travels through the skin and fat, you will feel a kind of elastic buoyancy. This cannot be taught; it can only be felt personally.

Comparing yourself to a genius is just asking for trouble.

Daniel was already used to being overwhelmed by geniuses in the cell lab, so he quickly adjusted and remained remarkably calm.

Daniel knew he had no chance of learning it.

Now it's Daniel's turn to take over.

He took the fat, put it all into a collection bottle, and then placed it on the workbench to let it settle and separate naturally.

Daniel explained, "These are still semi-finished products. The top layer of grease and the bottom layer of blood need to be removed, leaving only the middle layer of pure fat cells."

"After settling, it needs to be centrifuged again to filter out the damaged fat, blood, oil, and impurities, leaving only intact and active fat cells."

Finally, specific serum and growth factors are needed to improve the survival rate of adipocytes.

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After Daniel completed all the preparations, he began the micro-incision injection.

This step was performed by Daniel, and Richard watched very carefully.

Mrs. Faulkner chose to have her temples and cheekbones filled.

This is where older women are most likely to show signs of aging.

Sunken facial features and raised jawbones can make one appear older; filling the temples can effectively improve this.

Cheekbones can also sag and flatten, requiring fillers.

As Daniel performed the procedure, he explained, "The key is to inject small amounts, multiple layers, and multiple points. You don't need to inject too much fat into each area; you need to inject fat while simultaneously withdrawing the needle..."

"Then use your fingers to press and adjust. Make sure both sides are symmetrical and maintain their outline."

"The face, chest, and buttocks require vastly different levels of precision in the procedure. The face is the most challenging and demands the highest level of skill, followed by the chest or buttocks, where a slightly more relaxed approach is possible..."

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As he operated the machine, he demonstrated various operating techniques to Richard, showing utmost dedication and responsibility.

"Post-operative recovery generally takes one to two weeks. The first three days are mainly for bruising to subside, and then the overall swelling also takes one to two weeks to subside. This is due to capillary bleeding, and the recovery time is similar to that of liposuction..."

"In addition, some fat cells die during transplantation. These dead cells are gradually absorbed after about one to three months, at which point the autologous fat grafting procedure is completely finalized. Overall, the survival rate of autologous fat grafting cells is about 30% to 70%, and I can achieve 55%!"

Daniel spoke with great pride.

The doctor's skill has a significant impact on the survival rate of fat grafts; 55% is already an excellent result.

Daniel went on to explain the various postoperative risks, which mainly include uneven skin surface, the possibility of fat nodules, and the most dangerous risk of fat embolism.

Richard memorized the information while carefully observing Daniel's actions.

His observations were not conducted in the way of ordinary people, but rather through physical control, allowing him to see a three-dimensional image of Mrs. Faulkner in real time.

He could clearly see exactly where Daniel's needle had been inserted under the skin.

Sometimes, if the location is a little deeper, fat cells can enter the muscle.

In some cases, if the location is slightly shallower, the fat cells will not survive the transplant.

These are all important reasons for fat cell death.

Some fat cells will rupture and die when they emerge from the injection site; this is unavoidable and can only be improved by adjusting the technique.

Richard pondered slowly.

A 100% survival rate is impossible.

However, by using precise injection sites and more gentle needle control, he can allow fat cells to flow gently out of the injection site, thereby improving the survival rate.

Overall, Richard felt he could achieve a survival rate of around 95%, perhaps even higher.

Besides that, he had a second method.

Is it possible to convert fresh flesh and blood into fat cells?

He had previously tried injecting fresh flesh and blood directly into a live fish, but the fish struggled violently and died quickly.

In other words, fresh flesh and blood are not compatible with a living body; it may be a rejection reaction of the body, just like organ transplantation.

However, fresh flesh and blood can bring corpses back to life, including severed limbs.

According to Christina's existing research, no non-human cells were found on those limbs.

In other words, fresh flesh and blood can be transformed into various types of cells.

This process either involves replication or the resurrection of dead cells by fresh flesh and blood.

Richard felt the former was more likely.

Resurrection is by no means a simple magic. Any magic that involves reversing life and death has extremely complex underlying principles.

Despite being able to move, the flesh puppet is essentially dead; otherwise, one wouldn't be able to see all of the flesh puppet's memories.

However, the cells in the flesh puppet's body are alive, as confirmed by Christina's research.

In other words, the fresh flesh and blood underwent an automatic transformation within the corpse, becoming the cells needed for that part of the body.

So if I manually convert the cells into the desired cells before injecting them into a living organism, can I avoid rejection?

For example, it can transform into fat cells...

"Ding! Your understanding of [Flesh and Blood Control] has become more profound, and the progress of the [Flesh and Blood Magic Structure] quest has increased."

Your guess was on the right track!

Richard's eyes lit up.

The main purpose of system prompts is to guide him in the right direction.

Sometimes, direction is more important than anything else.

If you're heading in the right direction, then as long as you keep exploring, you'll eventually achieve good results.

Now that we know this is the direction, the next step is to try it out ourselves.

"Is there another case of autologous fat grafting?" Richard asked.

Daniel said, "Yes."

Richard said, "I'll do it."

Daniel was shocked: "You only watched it once? Are you sure?"

Richard glanced at him: "Do you trust your judgment, or mine?"

Daniel was completely stunned: "Of course I believe you!"

Compared to Richard, he felt his hands were like pig's feet.

Richard bled far less during liposuction than he did when he had fat injected.

A little over an hour later, the second customer arrived.

This is a young girl, and surgery is the most common way to augment breasts.

After marking the surgical site, Oliver stepped forward and anesthetized the patient.

Everyone looked at Richard.

Richard carefully recalled Daniel's procedure, then took the needle and began to operate.

The liposuction went smoothly, like an art performance.

Every time Daniel watches Richard get liposuction, he feels he gains a lot, as if he has realized something and his skills have greatly improved.

But when he operates it himself, it's a completely different story.

It felt like sitting in front of the TV watching Jordan shoot.

Jordan's method was simple: jump up, wait for the other player to fall, and then shoot the ball in.

But the problem is you can't do it.

It looks simple, but it's actually very difficult to do.

This time, Richard experienced less bleeding during liposuction, and he gradually adapted to the changes in precision brought about by the 18-point physique.

Daniel confirmed once again that Mrs. Faulkner was not an isolated case, and Richard's skills had improved again!

Geniuses are truly detestable.

But then Daniel thought for a moment and secretly felt smug. Luckily, I was on the side of the genius!

Cool!

When the bleeding is this minimal, the recovery speed will be even more astonishing.

Richard's method is actually very simple: just avoid a lot of blood vessels and find the place with the fewest blood vessels to insert the needle, and you can bleed less.

That's well said, but ordinary people simply can't find it.

How could a normal person possibly use a fine needle to feel the subtle tactile differences between hundreds of blood vessels per square millimeter?

Richard quietly completed the liposuction, put the fat into a bottle to stand, and finally put it into a centrifuge.

Everyone waited quietly.

Richard then quietly condensed a tiny bit of fresh flesh and blood onto his hand. It was so small that a normal person couldn't see it at all, but Richard could feel it.

He had just repeatedly examined the patient's fat cells.

Everyone's cells are different, and cells from different people may not be compatible.

Just like putting fresh flesh and blood into a fish's body will cause a severe rejection reaction.

Therefore, he can only replicate the patient's cells.

A moment later, a cell exactly like the patient's fat cell appeared on Richard's fingertip!

"Ding! Your understanding of [Flesh and Blood Control] has become more profound, and the progress of the [Flesh and Blood Magic Structure] quest has increased."

Just as I expected!

Richard was in a great mood, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The fresh cells are converted into the desired cells and then injected into the living human body.

There's a lot of room for imagination if you keep walking down this road.

For example, some necrotic organs can even regrow if given enough cells, such as the liver.

There are also some degenerated nerve cells that are extremely difficult to recover after damage. For example, high-level paraplegia is a lifelong condition, but Richard may be able to recover.

There's also Alzheimer's disease caused by brain cell damage; if brain cells could be revived, it might be a cure.

Li sensed something was amiss; as a necromancer, he was straying further and further down the path of becoming a divine healer.

If ordinary fresh flesh and blood can achieve this, then my magically enhanced fresh flesh and blood...

Are the converted cells stronger?

Richard looked at the small, oil-like mass of "fresh flesh" that had congealed in the Blood Remains Box, standing out starkly from its surroundings, and his anticipation grew even stronger.

If I use this substance to transform into my own cells, will I be able to increase my physical potential?

Is this the magic construct?

However, he would not try it on himself, or even on other people.

You could try it on a small animal first.

For example... a shadow.

Richard inexplicably thought of that little black cat.

Meow! In Catherine's house, the shadow, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, as if it had been targeted by some demon.

It looked around but couldn't see anything. It chirped twice, then shrank back into Debbie's bed, trembling, too scared to come out.

Ding!

The centrifuge has stopped spinning; it's time to fill it with fat.