The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Dean Ouyang looked extremely reluctant.

I am an intellectual, an elite, how could I have degenerated into a "bandit"?

But right now, we're under their roof, so we have no choice but to bow our heads.

"North, North Wind? Uh, well, I don't care about codenames. How's the treatment?"

"Three meals a day: fried dough sticks and soy milk for breakfast, one meat dish and one vegetable dish for lunch, and noodles or wontons for dinner."

"You call this treatment???"

"Hmm, I'll even cover your accommodation, you see?"

Song Gua pointed to a mobile prefabricated house in the warehouse.

"That little box will be your home forever. Aren't you touched?"

Dean Ouyang understood.

"This is illegal imprisonment!"

Song Gua paused for a moment.

"Did I hear that right? You, a human organ trafficker, are accusing me of illegal imprisonment? You're not just the pot calling the kettle black, you're the pot calling the kettle black!"

For some reason, Dean Ouyang suddenly became defiant.

"Hmph! You can trap my people, but don't expect me to do anything for you!"

"Learn from Xu Shu. I'm not like Cao Cao who loves talent. If you're not interested, I have plenty of other candidates."

Song Gua flicked his finger forward.

"Shoot him! Shoot him until he's smoking!"

A group of bandits rolled up their sleeves and swarmed forward, punching and kicking, unleashing a frenzied barrage of attacks.

Not only did they hit him, but they also kept spewing trash talk, subjecting Dean Ouyang to psychological attacks.

Dean Ouyang was severely reprimanded.

The language used is too vulgar to be shown.

After his clones got tired of fighting, Dean Ouyang, with a swollen face and a serious expression, stood up, straightened his clothes, and still maintained his tough demeanor as he asked.

"Which brother needs my help to heal his wounds?"

The clones all fell backward, speechless at Dean Ouyang.

Song Gua claps his hands.

"Believe me, you made the best decision of your life."

Song Gua approached Dean Ouyang and shook hands with him.

"From now on, we are comrades."

Dean Ouyang remained expressionless.

"Just stop hitting me."

"Rest assured, our great organization is very humane."

"From now on, don't leave this place without my orders. If you need anything, just tell those two security guards, and they'll take care of it."

"I still have family..."

"You scum, don't ruin your family, lest you corrupt your descendants."

"You really are outspoken."

"We're all old foxes, let's not talk about Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio anymore. Okay, let's talk about your job."

Dean Ouyang looked around at the bandits.

Some of them lay on the ground singing.

Some were lying on the roof beams playing with spider webs.

There was another group of people piled up together, more than ten layers high, I don't know what they were doing.

"In fact, although I am the director of a mental hospital, I am not good at psychiatry. My profession is a surgical expert, and surgery is my specialty."

"Don't worry, we're not sick. I need you to perform plastic surgery on one of our brothers."

The Blizzard Warlock walked over with a photo in his hand.

"Doctor, do it this way."

The photo was flipped over, showing Daniel Wu with a buzz cut and revealing his muscular upper body.

Dean Ouyang looked at the Blizzard Warlock, whose face still bore burn marks.

Given his current appearance, even a ghost wouldn't associate him with Song Gua's face.

"Did you have the plastic surgery done in the year of Bing Shen?"

"good."

"How's it going? Can you handle it?"

"Yes, but this guy's face needs to be cleaned first, and the wounds need to be mostly healed before he can have plastic surgery. If he wants to have surgery like in the photo, it will require a lot of invasive procedures such as bone shaving and rhinoplasty, and the recovery period will be very long."

Song Gua calculated the time.

The Special Bureau's youth training camp will begin in two months.

"Two months, is that enough time?"

"Ordinary people definitely won't have enough time, but if a professional's physical attributes are high enough, they can recover quickly and barely manage."

Song Gua beckons.

"Monkey King, swap your gear with his."

Monkey King is currently wearing the tankiest equipment, which also gives him the highest constitution attribute.

Monkey King is very loyal; without saying a word, he immediately took off his equipment.

Not only in terms of equipment, Song Gua also temporarily gave up the leader binding position in the rally core to Blizzard Warlock.

Also, starting this month, make sure he consumes all the Constitution Elixir.

—During the last World Boss battle, I obtained a lot of Spirit Dew. Now, characters like Da San Yuan, Da Si Xi, and Hua Pai are consuming their maximum amount of Spirit Dew every month.

We arranged for him to have all sorts of things that could improve his physical condition, to ensure that he could recover in time.

"Dr. Ouyang, then I'll leave it to you."

"We need an operating room."

You should have it, right?

"Rende Hospital? Would you let me go back?"

"Hehe, I meant when you were in the illegal sex trade."

Dean Ouyang pursed his lips.

He was still thinking that if he could return to Rende Hospital, he might have a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, his little schemes did not escape Song Gua's notice.

In the end, Dean Ouyang confessed that there was a secret operating room inside the already sealed-off Yunshan City Mental Health Center that had not been discovered.

Song Gua took him there that very day.

After the chaos caused by the bandits' revelations, the mental hospital was deserted and empty, even rumored to be haunted, giving rise to many urban legends.

To prevent bored internet celebrities from wandering in and causing trouble, thus increasing their workload, the police department simply sealed off the entire mental hospital, prohibiting entry.

The police blockade was nothing to Song Gua.

In the dead of night, Song Gua, wearing a dice-shaped headgear, led Dean Ouyang into the hospital and found the secret operating room hidden underground.

The room was fully equipped with all the necessary tools, and even had a considerable amount of backup power.

"Move everything here to headquarters."

Everything is ready.

a few days later.

The cosmetic surgery officially began.

Inside the operating room, a group of bandits wearing mahjong-patterned headgear stood in a circle. They were there to assist Dean Ouyang and keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't do anything reckless.

On the operating table, Blizzard Warlock took one last look at Yanzu's photo, filled with anticipation.

Beside the operating table, Dean Ouyang, dressed neatly, took a deep breath and spoke to the Blizzard Warlock.

"Dongsheng, don't be nervous, this is just a minor surgery."

"Doctor, my name is not Dongsheng."

"I know, my name is Ouyang Dongsheng."

Blizzard Warlock's pupils tremble.

"Put me down!!!"

A group of bandits rushed up and pinned him down.

"Brother! We are with you!"

"Don't be afraid! It's a minor surgery! A minor surgery!"

"North Wind! North Wind! For the honor of the North Wind!"

……

Winter break passed peacefully like this.

Before we know it, school will be starting soon.

Despite the increasing difficulty of leveling up, Song Gua still reached level 25 before the start of the school term.

However, he doesn't have time to grind for the level 25 dungeon record for the time being.

Yunshan City Third People's Hospital.

Huang Mao, leaning on his crutches, stood at the hospital entrance.

"Old Song, he said he'd come to pick me up, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

That night, Huang Mao was swept by the monster's tail and broke his leg bone.

Fortunately, he was a professional and recovered relatively quickly, being discharged from the hospital after only half a month. However, he still needed to recuperate for a period of time after returning home.

"drop--"

Across the street, a pink convertible sports car honked its horn.