Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Chapter 203 Socialite Angers

If we were to talk about the "socialite" of the mixed-blood world, who has connections with all the famous families, it would be Ange, who has lived from the last century to the present - his principal and also his biological father.

"I really don't want to trouble that old man, but there's nothing I can do." Ye Fan rubbed his brows and said to Yamada Shuren, "You should also go to bed early and come help me tomorrow."

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The next morning, Rogerson and others arrived at the underground laboratory on time.

The laboratory was far more advanced than they had imagined. The silver-white metal walls glowed with a cold light, and various unknown instruments were neatly arranged. In the center were ten operating tables lined up side by side, covered with sterile cloths.

Ye Fan was wearing a white surgical gown, a mask and gloves, with sharp eyes, completely different from the elegant gentleman yesterday.

"Are you all ready?"

Ye Fan asked, his voice coming through the mask with a hint of dullness.

The ten people looked at each other, saw the determination in each other's eyes, and nodded heavily in unison.

"very good."

The golden pupils in Ye Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the golden light enveloped the ten people like a substance.

"Sleep for a while, and when you wake up, you will be reborn."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the ten people quickly became unfocused, their bodies softened, and they fell on the operating table.

"let's start."

Ye Fan said to Yamada Shujin beside him.

Yamada Shujin had already changed into surgical gowns and pushed over an instrument cart with ten bronze hearts placed on it.

It was made of special alchemical metal, with fine dragon patterns engraved on the surface, and you could vaguely see golden liquid flowing inside.

"Life support systems activated, circulatory support ready."

Yamada Shujin reported the data, his fingers moving quickly on the control panel:

"Stand by the sternum saw, and the hemostatic gel is ready."

Ye Fan walked to the first operating table and picked up the scalpel.

His movements were precise and steady, and his golden eyes allowed him to clearly see every blood vessel and nerve in the human body.

The blade fell, and the skin was neatly cut open, revealing the sternum underneath.

"Sternum saw."

Yamada Shujin handed the instrument over, Ye Fan took it, and turned on the switch. Amidst a low humming sound, the sternum was precisely cut open, revealing the beating heart.

"Connect the extracorporeal circulation machine."

Transparent tubes are connected to the patient's blood vessels, and dark red blood begins to circulate in the machine.

Ye Fan carefully cut off the blood vessels connecting to the heart, took out the living human heart, and placed it in a special container.

"Prepare the implant."

Yamada Shujin handed over a bronze heart. Ye Fan took it and could feel its faint beating - a sign of life simulated by the alchemical creation.

He placed the bronze heart into the chest cavity, aligned the vascular interface, and began to sew it up with absorbable alchemical sutures.

"The vascular anastomosis is completed, check the sealing." Ye Fan said, his eyes sweeping across the interface, his golden eyes could capture the slightest leakage.

"No leak, ready to wean from CPB."

As Yamada Shujin operated, blood gradually flowed back to the new heart.

The dragon pattern on the surface of the bronze heart lit up and began to beat on its own, with a steady and powerful rhythm, several times stronger than the original heart.

"Vital signs are stable, heart rate 75 beats per minute, blood pressure 120/80 mmHg," Yamada Shujin reported. "I'm starting to close the chest cavity."

Ye Fan used bone nails to fix the sternum, and then sutured the muscles and skin layer by layer.

Finally, he applied a layer of transparent gel to the wound, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"next."

The two worked in perfect harmony, and each operation was carried out in an orderly manner.

Ye Fan was responsible for the core heart replacement, while Yamada Shujin handled auxiliary work and data monitoring.

The dragon genes in the bronze heart will silently transform the patient's physique as the blood flows through it, stimulating their potential to the extreme.

With Ye Fan's ability, this operation would not have to be so troublesome, nor would it require so many instruments. He could just use the life force of the Alchemy Kingdom.

Punch through their chest, take out their heart, and then stuff the alchemical heart in.

After the connection is completed, using life to repair their injuries is a perfect transformation ceremony.

However, it is impossible for Ye Fan to perform every transformation ceremony in the future. He has other more important things to deal with, so his assistant Yamada Shujin must help him complete it.

Performing a few more operations on Yamada Shujin at this time can be considered as accumulating experience.

……

Rogerson felt that he had slept for a long time, so long that it seemed like a century had passed.

The only thing he could sense while sleeping was the pounding sound of his heart.

The sound became clearer and more powerful, like a war drum beating in the chest, and each beat carried unprecedented power, spreading to every part of the body.

As his heartbeat grew stronger, he gradually regained consciousness. His eyelids seemed to be glued together, and it took a lot of effort to pry them open.

I moved my fingers and could feel the touch of the sheets.

He slowly sat up and found himself lying in a room in the castle. The sunlight shone through the porthole onto the floor, warm and comfortable.

His body didn't feel the pain he'd expected, but instead felt full of strength, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. He got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror.

The person in the mirror startled him slightly - it was still him, but a little different.

His face was no longer pale, but had a healthy glow to it. The scars on his body had faded a lot, and even the old injuries from years ago could no longer be felt.

What surprised him most were the eyes.

At the bottom of the originally blue pupils, there were now wisps of golden light flowing, as if there was a flame burning.

As he concentrated, the shape of his pupils began to change, slowly transforming from round to vertical, with a wild sharpness.

"Is this... the power of hybrids?"

Rogerson muttered to himself and clenched his fists. He could feel the power surge within him, as if he could punch through a wall with one punch.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Yamada Shujin's voice came:

"Mr. Rogerson, how are you feeling? Mr. Ye invites you to the restaurant for breakfast and will explain the precautions after surgery."

Rogerson took a deep breath and opened the door.

In the corridor, his teammates were all there, and everyone's eyes were filled with excitement and surprise, and they had obviously felt the changes in their bodies.

"Let's go."

Rogerson smiled and walked towards the restaurant first.

He knew that from today on, their lives would really be different.

And all this started with the mysterious man named Ye Fan and the "rebirth" he described.

Chapter 204 Transformation Completed

After the transformation surgery, Rogerson and others stepped into the hall again and saw Ye Fan at a glance.

The table was already filled with breakfast, and Ye Fan smiled and gestured for them to eat and chat at the same time.

Ye Fan spoke first and asked everyone how they felt.

Everyone answered that they were in excellent physical condition, as if they had endless energy, and felt that they were getting younger every moment.

Ye Fan nodded slightly. These situations were all within his expectations. After all, this artificial hybrid was completely different from the hybrid born naturally.

"First of all, as long as you don't use blood-thirsty blood refining techniques, you won't be at risk of losing control and becoming a Deadpool."

Ye Fan explained seriously:

"Secondly, besides the Word Spirit, you inherited a more comprehensive set of dragon traits. Hybrids are essentially a subspecies of dragon, and the alchemical heart I used directly added dragon genetic information to the human system, so the traits you inherited are more human-like."

"Plus, I've deliberately selected you. Your physical strength and lifespan far exceed those of ordinary hybrids. While you may not be as invincible as dragons, who almost never die of natural causes, with your current D- to C-rank bloodlines, you should have no problem living for 200 years."

"If they can successfully inherit the dragon gene fragments and undergo the next round of transformation surgery to become a B-level or even A-level hybrid, their lifespan may even exceed 500 years."

"So, it's normal for you to feel young. At your current age of 25 to 35, you would be considered a teenager based on your current biological age."

Everyone was shocked and excited as they listened to Ye Fan's story.

A glimmer of determination flashed in Rogerson's eyes. He knew that from the moment they accepted the transformation, their fate had completely changed.

"Although I am relieved that you all endured the transformation..."

Ye Fan's expression turned cold and he said seriously:

"But I don't raise useless people, so you'd better try to fully adapt to all the powers of the D-rank hybrids within this month, and then complete the tasks I assign to you."

Then, he regained his gentle expression:

"That mission is to kill the bastard who kidnapped the girl that you were originally going to avenge."

"I will also give you some help. I already have some ideas about how to help you master the Word Spirit. The next month will be enough for me to complete this technology."

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In a country house in London, the trafficker who trafficked the girl was enjoying dinner with his family.

On the surface, he is a wealthy businessman whose true identity is unknown to his wife and children. But secretly, he is an arms criminal and human trafficker.

He drank a whole glass of red wine comfortably, squinting his eyes slightly, as if the red wine could make him forget his sins and pretend to be a kind person.

After playing ball with his son for a while and saying goodbye to his wife, he made an excuse to go and take care of "work".

As for the mercenaries who died because of his orders a month ago, he had long forgotten about it.

Aren’t there enough people who died because of him?

In his opinion, those mercenaries who were in the way before were just a bunch of bastards, and their deaths were not a pity. Now he can devote himself wholeheartedly to the evil business of human trafficking.