I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Martin was placed on the table in the neighbor's house.

Several sandworm oil lamps were lit inside, making the room brightly lit.

Two men stood to the side, their faces pale, as if they had just experienced something terrible.

Lu Yuan walked in, his gaze falling on the person on the table.

Martin's face was ashen, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he were enduring immense pain.

His arm was wrapped in cloth, and you could vaguely see something moving underneath.

"What did the doctor in town say?" Lu Yuan asked, frowning.

"They...they've never seen anything like this before," one of the men said, his voice trembling slightly. "They're telling us to prepare for our funerals."

Lu Yuan didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the table and reached out to untie the cloth wrapped around his arm.

The layers of cloth were peeled away, revealing the skin underneath.

Or rather, it used to be skin.

The arm had turned dark brown and was covered with bumps of all sizes.

Those bulges are moving right now.

It wriggles under the skin, as if some living thing is crawling inside.

Martin let out a suppressed groan.

"Bear with it." Lu Yuan carefully reached out, picked up a small knife from the side, heated it over the oil lamp, and then gently cut open a bulge.

Black pus gushed out.

Then there are other things.

eyeball.

One, two, three...

Numerous eyeballs, varying in size, were squeezed out of the incision, all bloodshot, with cloudy pupils.

They huddled together, like a nest of newly hatched insect eggs.

The woman screamed, and the two men turned pale.

But Lu Yuan did not deal with it immediately.

Because Lu Yuan saw that behind those eyeballs, there were thin lines of flesh winding downwards, all the way to the bone.

Lu Yuan tried to pull it with a tool.

It can't be pulled.

The fleshy threads seemed to be ingrained in the bones, tightly intertwined and impossible to separate.

At the edge of my field of vision, gray and white text began to flicker:

[Taboo Studies - Research Begins]

[Analyzing target characteristics: Sandworm pus contamination (intermediate/parasitic type)]

[Status Analysis: The pus from the mutated sandworm contains unknown parasitic oocysts, which are rapidly multiplying within the host, feeding on bone marrow, and parasitizing subcutaneous tissue in the form of an eyeball.]

[Formula being derived...]

[Solution Generation: High-Temperature Incineration Purification (Crude Version)]

[Principle: The parasite is sensitive to heat; high temperatures can kill the oocysts and prevent their spread. It needs to be combined with sandworm oil applied to the wound to isolate it from air and prevent secondary infection.]

[Estimated success rate: 31%]

[Note: This method can only stop the spread, not completely remove the parasites. If the parasites cover more than 30% of the limb, amputation is recommended. During the procedure, the parasites may react violently, and the patient must be immobilized.]

After reading the prompt, Lu Yuan remained silent for a few seconds.

"Tie him up."

"Wh...what?" The woman was stunned.

"Ropes, strips of cloth, anything will do." Lu Yuan's voice was calm. "Secure his body, especially his arms. Tie them separately to the table so he can't move."

"What are you going to do?"

"Save him."

Lu Yuan turned around, found an oil lamp next to him, and turned up the flame.

"It will hurt a lot."

The two men exchanged a glance and began to tie the person up.

Martin seemed to realize something and struggled, but was quickly subdued, and even had a strip of cloth stuffed into his mouth.

The rope was wrapped around him, securing him firmly to the table.

Lu Yuan put the oil lamp aside and found a bottle of sandworm oil.

He moved his right hand.

My left hand was still wrapped in bandages, so I couldn't exert any force.

It can only be operated with one hand.

"No matter what happens next, don't let go."

Lu Yuan looked at the two men, his tone serious.

"If you let go, he will die."

The two nodded and pressed down hard on Martin's shoulders.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, picked up the oil lamp, and brought the flame close to the dark brown arm.

The moment the flames touched his skin, Martin let out a piercing scream.

But what's even more terrifying is that arm.

The bulges seemed to be enraged and began to writhe wildly.

The eyeballs beneath the skin began to move, one after another, all turning toward the flames.

They looked at the approaching flames, a flicker of fear in their eyes, then stared at Lu Yuan, who held the flames, their eyes filled with resentment.

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and his actions showed no hesitation.

The flames fell.

The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh.

When those eyeballs are burned, they make a soft "poof" sound, like a balloon being punctured, and black pus flows out.

Martin's screams grew weaker and weaker until he finally lost consciousness completely.

But Lu Yuan did not stop.

His fever didn't stop until it reached his elbow.

The entire forearm was completely charred black, and its original appearance was unrecognizable.

The bulge disappeared, and the wriggling stopped.

Those eyeballs were all burned to a crisp.

Lu Yuan took a breath and applied sandworm oil to the charred wound to isolate it from the air.

"Next..." he looked at the woman, his voice a little hoarse, "I can't save your arm."

"It must be cut off."

The woman swayed and nearly fainted.

"But his life can be saved," Lu Yuan added.

The two men were silent for a moment, then one of them spoke up: "...What do you need us to do?"

"Go find a saw, make sure it's sharp. I only have one hand that can exert force, so I'll need your help later."

The man who was walking slowly turned a little green when he heard this.

It was all over in the early hours of the morning.

Martin lay on the table, unconscious, his breathing weak but steady.

His left forearm was gone, severed at the elbow.

The wound was wrapped with sandworm oil and strips of cloth, which temporarily stopped the bleeding.

The woman stood by his side, her tears long since dried, only stroking her husband's face again and again.

Herman stood at the door, a newly lit cigarette dangling from his lips, looking at Lu Yuan with a complicated expression.

Thank you.

He spoke, his tone carrying a hint of sincerity.

This time, it doesn't look like a transaction.

Lu Yuan leaned against the wall without saying a word.

He looked out the window.

It's almost dawn.

Those charred figures had vanished at some point, and the area outside the light domain had once again become a vast desert.

It was as if nothing had happened.

At the edge of my vision, gray and white text danced gently:

[Pharmacology: +0.3...15.9/50]

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Herman.

How many people participate in the decomposition of sandworms during the day?

Herman was taken aback; he hadn't expected her to ask that.

"About a dozen or so."

"Have someone investigate them," Lu Yuan said calmly. "See if anyone else has been splattered with pus."

Hermann's expression changed.

"You mean..."

"Martin was lucky." Lu Yuan glanced at the unconscious man on the table. "The contaminated area was on his arm, and it wasn't discovered too late. It was removed, and his life can be saved."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious.

"But if it's in the chest, neck, or face... by the time it's discovered, those things have already spread to the internal organs."

"At that point, even a god couldn't save them."

Hermann's cigarette holder nearly fell out of his mouth.

He turned to look at the two men outside the door who were helping to hold people down, his voice hoarse:

"You two, go now and wake up everyone who encountered the sandworms during the day, and check them one by one!"

The two exchanged a glance and rushed out without saying a word.

Herman looked at Lu Yuan again, his expression solemn.

"If someone actually gets infected..."

"Bring it over." Lu Yuan stretched his stiff right hand. "Before I fall asleep."

Hermann nodded and strode out.

The room fell silent.

Lu Yuan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

I've repaid the debt of saving my life.

But the troubles in this town are probably only just beginning.