I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

He also fainted entirely.

"Uh..."

As the Hungry Monkey was preparing to thoroughly deal with the black doctor, he saw this scene and became a bit dumbfounded, his body involuntarily stepping back a few paces. He looked at his own fist, since when had his strength become so powerful? He hardly exerted any force.

He had thought that it would result in just a few bumps, but how had he managed to cave in the black doctor's entire chest cavity?

Could he... still be alive?

"He isn't a Supernatural, for fuck's sake, he's Lifestyle Occupation!"

Doctor Gou, who was standing to the side, saw this scene and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his voice rising uncontrollably, "His Strength Value isn't even a fifth of yours, you're lucky you didn't smash him dead with that punch, it's fortune for this kid."

"What the hell are you still looking at?!!!!!"

"Save him!!!!!"

For a moment, several kinds of healing tools were thrown onto the black doctor's body, but they were all low-level medical tools, not very effective, and could only vaguely bring the black doctor, who was already in a comatose state, back to a faint consciousness.

And they allowed his wounds to roughly recover a bit, his life was temporarily saved, but if no one tended to him, he would still die within a few hours.

The shattered bones were a mere few millimeters from piercing his heart.

Shattered bones were the least of his worries, but the shattered bones indiscriminately stabbing around inside his abdomen posed a significant problem.

"Please, take me to the operating room..."

...

Thirteen minutes later.

The black doctor, lying on the operating table and wearing medical gloves, looked up at a mirror less than a dozen centimeters above his head. Reflected in that mirror were the images inside his abdomen, where the black doctor—lying down—had cut open his own stomach with a scalpel.

A bloody mess, it looked extremely disgusting.

The black doctor wiped away some of the blood with gauze, carefully removed some of the shattered bone spikes from his chest with tweezers and rearranged all the organs back to their original positions. Despite being pale from blood loss, he appeared calm as he explained,

"There's actually a very interesting point in medicine, called, 'Medicine is merely an appendage to theology.'

The reason for this statement is simple: many doctors find they have no control over a patient's death. Patients can die without any reason, suddenly their bodily functions shut down, and then they're dead." Enjoy more content from empire

"And sometimes, patients who are clearly doomed to die, somehow miraculously survive."

"In medical terms, there's a nice name for it called Schrödinger's abdomen. Do you know what it means? It roughly means, regardless of how severe the injury in your chest cavity, even if you've lost half of your lung,

but if you, like making dumplings, take out the bone spikes and stuff all the intestines, lobes of lung, kidneys, and such back into the belly, and then sew them up, there's a fifty percent chance they will automatically go back to their places and heal."

"And a fifty percent chance of death."

"..."

Hungry Monkey looked towards the black doctor, lying on the operating table, pale-faced yet serene, as he cleaned his own abdomen in front of the mirror, his eyelids trembling slightly. Was this man not afraid of pain?

How could a common person perform such a self-surgery?

The saying, "Physician, heal thyself," is no joke.

Yet this man not only opened his own abdomen, he even did so without anesthesia, not even local anesthesia, just rawly carving himself open; and as the black doctor was clearing out his abdomen, Hungry Monkey suddenly noticed a small tattoo on one of the black doctor's ribs.

He knew that this person genuinely meant no offense to Miao.

He was simply aberrant by nature.

Not like a normal person at all.

It was as if a person who randomly slashed at people with a knife would certainly be a criminal, but if he not only slashed at others but also at himself, then this person would be a complete lunatic.

The difference lay in the fact that he didn't slash at you out of hostility, but simply because he had the urge to slash, no matter whether it was another person or himself.

"None of that matters."

The black doctor, lying on the operating table, had finished preparing and had started the support and repair work on his broken bones while continuing to speak softly, "Continue with what I was saying. When I noticed that the tattoo on Miao's rib was disappearing rapidly, I tentatively tattooed another rib of Miao's to see."

"However."

"This time I observed it carefully under a microscope. I wanted to see exactly how the tattoo disappeared. It was a very sophisticated microscope that Doctor Gou and I stole when we robbed a hospital in Broken Pot City."

"..."

Hungry Monkey looked peculiarly at Doctor Gou, not expecting that Doctor Gou had let himself go completely after going to Broken Pot City.

"Ahem."

Doctor Gou, with an embarrassed look, cleared his throat and said, "The clinic lacked certain professional instruments, and we didn't have much money for purchasing, so we had to resort to this. The initial accumulation of capital is always a bit bloody, you know, understandable."

The black doctor, however, continued on his own.

"Through the microscope, do you know what I saw?"

"It was an utterly shocking scene!"

"I saw hundreds of thousands of tiny people, incredibly tiny, armed with various tools, repairing the tattoo. Some were holding fire extinguishers, constantly cooling the area that had just been scorched by the laser; others were pouring bags of white ash into the pits burned by the injury."

"These people were working in organized labor, with each person's role and responsibilities extremely clear."

"They were rapidly repairing the injuries on Miao's body."

"In fact, from the beginning, I had noticed that Miao's injuries were healing quickly, but I thought it was because of some passive skill Miao had or that he just had a strong constitution. Only afterwards did I realize that there were countless tiny people frantically repairing the injuries on Miao's body."

"I originally didn't want to come out with this."

"Because I thought this might be Miao's ace up the sleeve. Since you don't know about it, it means Miao doesn't think it's necessary to tell you yet, and rashly telling you might risk revealing Miao's secret."

"The reason why I'm telling you this today is because something unexpected happened..."

"What unexpected event?"

The black doctor shook his head and pointed to Chen Miao, who was lying unconscious on another operating table, "You guys make a cut on Miao's arm first, then observe it under the microscope."

"..."

Hungry Monkey and the others exchanged glances, seeing the absurdity and shock in each other's eyes. It felt to them like when they were kids and their parents told them stories from The Arabian Nights to put them to sleep.

It was too preposterous.

They would rather believe that there really was a Buddha in the world than accept that there were so many tiny people living inside Miao's body; such a thing was too fantastical to comprehend.