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Three hours later.

Black Doctor walked out of the room with a look of exhaustion, shed his white coat, sat on a chair outside the room, and let out a long sigh. At this time, Hungry Monkey and the others were sitting outside, anxiously and restlessly waiting. Hearing Black Doctor's sigh,

Hungry Monkey felt like his heart was about to fly out of his throat.

"What the hell are you sighing for?!!"

"What's the situation now? Can Miao still be saved?"

One would rather have Buddha nod three times than hear a doctor sigh.

When a doctor sighs, it is either an omen of impending death or a sign of irreversible fate.

"Hurry up, will you?!"

Even Doctor Gou was desperately urging him on, his voice filled with impatience. He was also a doctor, barely considered a surgeon, but his Kung Fu-level skills were just enough to perform minor procedures like circumcision with the help of tools; anything more complicated was overestimating his abilities.

That was also the reason he hadn't gone in to assist the surgery.

Not only would he not be of much help, but he might even disrupt Black Doctor's rhythm of the surgery.

Unless there was a need to help Miao with a circumcision or something, he could indeed demonstrate the pinnacle of his lifelong learning.

"He can't wake up for now,"

Black Doctor shook his head. "He lost a bit too much blood, has been in a coma this whole time, and the various mechanisms inside his body aren't very stable. All I can say is that we've barely managed to control the injuries. Whether he can wake up or not, that's up to Miao's will to live."

As his words ended,

Everyone present fell into a complex silence.

The good news was that Miao was still alive.

The bad news was that it was uncertain whether Miao could regain consciousness.

"Doctor Gou."

Zhou Shen suddenly turned his head to Doctor Gou. "When Miao sent a car to pick you up, did he say anything else to you? Like what kind of trouble he had encountered?"

He was aware of Miao's strength.

He had seen it clearly in the Zhang Family's territory.

Such strength was terrifying, and without even discussing his abilities, the gear dedicated to preserving life alone was noteworthy.

Miao possessed a shield made of innumerable bullets, a pillar that could render him invincible and immune to any Damage within moments, an effect that could rejuvenate him once like that of a reviving city-state, top-tier protective clothing, and so on and so forth.

With so many life-saving skills at his disposal.

Just what had Miao encountered to sustain such grave injuries?

"He didn't say anything." Your next chapter is on empire

Doctor Gou shook his head, his expression also grim as he looked towards the closed door of the temporary operating room and hoarsely said, "Miao was very rushed at the time, only mentioned sending the Hell Bus to pick us up, that he was critically injured, and told us to bring our tools."

"Apart from that, he said nothing else."

"We later sent Miao messages, asking what the situation was, but Miao didn't reply to us. By then, I guess Miao was already in such dire straits that he didn't have time to answer."

"Right, Miao didn't message any of you, did he?"

"No."

Hungry Monkey shook his head, lost in thought, his expression turning somewhat somber as he slightly lowered his head. Miao hadn't sent any messages to any of them, which showed that the situation was so pressing that there wasn't even time to send an extra message.

But he truly couldn't understand.

What could possibly pose a danger in this world that would drive Miao to such a state?

What he most wanted to know now was whether Miao had used the one-time revival effect he possessed. If it hadn't been used, then everything would be much easier to handle. Even if Miao really couldn't wake up, they could still use this effect to instantly heal all his injuries.

But if the revival effect had already been used...

Then...

They wouldn't dare to act rashly. The problem was that they were not clear about this information and could not obtain relevant details from any source—they could only guess wildly.

"It must have been used."

Yuan Buping, who understood exactly what Hungry Monkey was thinking, said softly, "The injury Miao sustained this time is too severe. With such serious damage, if Miao could instantly recover, there's no way he wouldn't use it."

"If he didn't use it, there's only one possibility—that Miao had already used it."

The group exchanged glances once more, all remaining silent with complex expressions on their faces, with only Black Doctor leaning against the door with an odd look in his eyes, lost in thought.

...

Three days later, Chen Miao still lay quietly in his room, showing not the slightest sign of consciousness.

And on this morning...

The entire group, including Hungry Monkey, gathered again outside the operating room. Black Doctor, who had been silent for these three days, could not help but speak up after lighting a cigarette, "There's something personal I think I should tell you all."

"I have a little personal quirk."

"Whenever I perform surgery on someone, I habitually use a laser to tattoo a small design on one of their ribs as part of my personal collection."

"What do you mean?"

Doctor Gou's expression darkened immediately, "Are you saying you also put a small tattoo on my rib last time you dressed my wound?"

"Yes."

Black Doctor nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "At first, when I was draining the blood from Miao's chest cavity, I couldn't help but open his thorax and used a laser to tattoo a small design on his rib. Rest assured, even if Miao wants to go into politics in the future, this tattoo will definitely not affect his political screening."

"You motherfucker!"

Upon hearing this, Hungry Monkey flew into a rage, rolling up his sleeves to charge forward, "I asked you to fucking save someone, and you're giving me a chest cavity tattoo?! If I don't kill you today, you might as well take my fucking surname!"

"Hold on, not so fast."

Seeing this, Yuan Buping hurriedly restrained Hungry Monkey, his expression alternating between dark and uncertain as he looked towards Black Doctor, "You'd better give a reasonable explanation, and I hope it's actually useful."

"Yes."

Black Doctor nodded, his expression complicated as he began, "Don't look at me with those eyes. Such a small tattoo won't cause any harm to the body—it's just a small anti-counterfeiting mark."

"It was just a minor thing, right."

"But then... As soon as I finished tattooing, do you know what I saw? The laser tattoo on the bone started fading away rapidly, becoming smooth again in a matter of seconds, as if nothing had ever happened."

"This is simply... incredible!"

"It's utterly unscientific, do you understand? To find out what was happening, I couldn't resist using the laser to put another tattoo in a different spot!"

"You motherfucker!"

This time, Hungry Monkey couldn't hold back anymore, breaking free from Yuan Buping's grasp and tackling Black Doctor to the ground, raising his massive fists and pummeling him wildly, "I entrusted you to fucking save someone, and you're conducting experiments instead?"

"Thud!"

With just one punch, before Hungry Monkey could strike a second time, Black Doctor's chest cavity caved in, the bones piercing outwards, creating a horrifying sight...