The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

Her dissection room was also damaged.

She has always worked at the medical school.

Teach the students and study previous literature.

That's another kind of life, I suppose.

Nowadays.

She happened to have a class that included a basic nursing instruction session.

I've been thinking about how I haven't done any dissections for several days, and my hands are itching to do it.

So I prepared some frogs.

I wanted to give the students a hands-on experience while also getting some hands-on fun myself.

The course had only just begun.

She discovered that one of the students had undergone surgery beforehand.

This is absolutely not allowed in anatomy class.

So Han Baiyu, with a sullen face, walked step by step toward the student.

But she only noticed it when she got closer.

That student's hands are so steady.

A silver scalpel, as if stuck on a standard machine.

Make an incision along the left side of the frog's abdominal midline, cutting open the abdominal wall, then move forward to the shoulder girdle, avoiding the abdominal vein.

Cut the sternum and coracoid bone, then open the abdominal wall and fix it.

Throughout the entire process, his hands did not tremble at all.

Such smooth movements are rare, even among advanced students and resident physicians in hospitals.

and so.

Who is this student?

Han Baiyu was stunned.

She only came to her senses when the student turned to the next page of the book in front of him.

He spoke calmly.

"This student."

"What are you doing?"

Upon hearing the sound, the girl, who was studying the frog's internal organs with her head down, looked up in confusion.

His face was covered in scars.

First glance.

Han Baiyu's brows furrowed involuntarily.

But as she observed more closely, she soon realized something.

He let out a soft sigh.

interesting.

"Do you know that in my anatomy class, no one is allowed to operate without my permission?"

These words were spoken.

Xiao Jiang was a little taken aback.

I unconsciously turned my head to ask my deskmate a question.

But when I saw the other person covering their face and wiping their drool, I instantly understood what was going on.

He scratched his head with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Oh? I see. I'm sorry."

"This is my first time here."

the first time?

This piqued Han Baiyu's interest, and he couldn't help but ask another question.

"Your hand is very steady when you use a knife."

"You've studied this before?"

...

"No no."

"I work in slaughtering, so I probably kill a lot of chickens on a regular basis..."

Han Baiyu fell silent.

The chatter from the surrounding classmates also stopped.

One or two of them looked over with somewhat complicated expressions.

Until get out of class ends.

The atmosphere in the class was a bit strange.

But the person in question was unaware that she walked out of the lab with a pale face and a cheerful expression.

"Xiao Di."

"You can't do it."

"He even studied medicine."

...

"I…"

"Don't you feel disgusted looking at that belly full of colorful things?"

...

"What's so disgusting?"

With a mischievous grin, Xiao Jiang leaned closer, about to speak, when a sensitive word reached her ear.

I instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

The forensic doctor, who had just been teaching them, was now standing at one end of the corridor, talking on the phone.

Upon seeing this.

She immediately stopped walking.

They perked up their ears and listened intently.

then.

When she heard the names 'District First Hospital', 'New Variety', and 'Dissection'.

Her eyebrows curved into a smile.

She took Ultraman's arm.

"Come on, little girl."

"I'll treat you to bullfrog tonight!"

...

"vomit!!!"

.........

Chapter Twenty-Eight: My Dude Has an Easily Fooled Face

evening.

The entrance to the anatomy room at the First Hospital of the District.

Xue Gen leaned against a corner, a nearly extinguished cigarette in his hand, his gaze fixed on the moon in the sky, lost in thought.

for a long time.

The cigarette burned my finger.

He finally came to his senses, dropped it, and then rubbed his temples.

At this time.

Xu Ming walked over and tossed a bottle of Nestlé coffee to him.

"team leader."

"Have some to perk you up."

"You haven't slept for a whole day and night."

Xue Gen didn't respond. He simply took the coffee, unscrewed the cap, took a big gulp, and then let out a deep breath.

"Is there any problem with the batch delivered from Happy Valley last night?"

"No, only a few people are coughing."

As he spoke, Xu Ming unscrewed a bottle of coffee and took a sip.

"It was scanned with a machine."

"No signs of life activity were found in the throat."

Hearing this...

Xue Gen nodded.

This will happen.

The door next to them was suddenly pushed open.

A young woman in a white coat walked out from inside.

She looked at Xue Gen with a strange expression.

"Captain Xue."

"I discovered something new."

……

Two minutes later.

Inside the dissection room.

Xue Gen glanced at the corpse lying on the iron bed and wanted to go closer to take a closer look, but was stopped.

He turned around and glanced back, puzzled.

Instead, the other party handed over a set of sterile clothing.

"You can be quite annoying at times, but I don't want to see you on this dissection table yet."

Xue Gen frowned at these words and exchanged a glance with Xu Ming beside him.

After the two silently put on their sterile gowns.

Han Baiyu pointed to a corpse on the slide next to him.

"This belongs to Luo Dayong."

"You saw it yourself."

"The tongue has disappeared, the trachea has become abnormal, and the entire stomach has partial erosion."

As she spoke, she moved on to the next one.