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Lin Zhouze left the training center and happily returned to his office. There was a man sitting in his office chair. "Why are you here? Don't you need to prepare for your afternoon class?" Lin Zhouze didn't even need to look at the man's face; he knew who it was just by the familiar bitter orange scent.

"I came to ask for some information and to have dinner together." Yan Zhiyuan hadn't taken his eyes off the figure since he walked in. He had a gentle face, like jade, and a soft voice, like flowing water, but his face was expressionless.

"Why can't you get the information yourself? Why do you have to ask me for it?"

Yan Zhiyuan paused, a blush spreading behind his ear, though fortunately it wasn't noticeable from the front. "Last night, we discussed the detailed development direction of the newly minted psychic, Lu Quezhi. You told me you were suspicious of his test results." It didn't really matter when he asked for this information; it was just an excuse to invite him to dinner.

"Oh, I did say that, but his test results were the conclusion you drew at that time. I was just raising a question. The development direction should still be planned according to the previous one. I was so busy that I didn't sleep well in the second half of the night!" Lin Zhouze said as he leaned down.

Yan Zhiyuan's breathing stagnated. He looked at the messy head lowered and tried his best to restrain the urge to raise his hand.

Lin Zhouze pulled out a stack of documents from the bottom cabinet and rummaged through them, mumbling, "Lu Quezhi, Lu Quezhi, I got it." He pulled out a document from the middle and handed it to Yan Zhiyuan. Suddenly, he frowned and asked in dissatisfaction, "Could it be that you agreed to cover for me because of him? You wanted to take him in as your apprentice? But he and you are not on the same path."

Yan Zhiyuan laughed dumbly: "No, I'm just doing my job responsibilities." Hearing this, Lin Zhouze curled his lips with some disgust: "I know that you, Minister Yan, have a strong sense of responsibility. Let's go and have dinner!" After saying that, he didn't even sort out the rest of the messed up documents. He left them stacked up in a haphazard manner and locked them back in the cabinet. He turned around and left. Yan Zhiyuan hurriedly put away the plan, got up and followed him.

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Seeing someone through a surveillance screen certainly wasn't as visually impactful as seeing them face to face. Yan Zhiyuan watched Shi Youchen standing there with his hands hanging down. His dark pupils resembled the setting night sky, and the mole on his eyebrow looked like a distant star.

"I'm your practical course trainer. My name is Yan Zhiyuan. I'm very happy that the association has welcomed several new members. I hope that everyone will study hard and graduate as soon as possible, and make contributions to the world." It was a very official way of speaking, but it was particularly comforting when it came out of his mouth.

Neither Li Ming nor Morrill had expected that the person filling in for Lin Zhouze would be the Minister of Information. The biggest difference between a department director and other management positions is that it must be held by a Level 5 or higher psychic, meaning Yan Zhiyuan possessed at least Level 5 ability.

There is no need to explain what a level 5 psychic is. They all know in their hearts that they can no longer deal with this friendly but expressionless man in front of them the same way they dealt with Lin Zhouze.

"First, let me emphasize that practical classes don't teach actual combat, only control." This was undoubtedly good news for Shi Youchen. "I will teach you individually based on your unique abilities. Others may observe during training, but they cannot interfere." Yan Zhiyuan glanced at the four people before him, his gaze settling on Mollier. "Ladies first."

After saying that, he lowered one of the built-in cabinet doors on the wall and pulled out a folding bed with a corpse lying on it.

"Ugh!" He wasn't surprised by their reactions. "This is the body of a biological psychic. The cause of death was a viral attack. Because biological psychics have highly active cells, some of the virus is still attached 72 hours after death. I need you to remove the remaining toxins."

Molly's previous classes had been conducted with small animals like rabbits and mice. Yan Zhiyuan's direct approach of using a corpse made her blanche. "Okay... okay." She walked over to the corpse, suppressing her discomfort as she observed the situation.

It was a male corpse, his upper body naked. A large area of his chest was covered in fluorescent green bacteria visible to the naked eye. His lips were pitch black, and hideous dark blue veins shone beneath the skin of his face and neck, like vines entwined around a tree trunk. Because the clothing obscured the lower body, Morrill decided to target the area with the highest concentration of bacteria.

She raised her left hand and extended two fingers, placing them directly above her chest, her fingertips tilted slightly downward. Energy gathered from those fingers and emanated outward, a pale green light condensing into the shape of a knife tip. The tip touched the skin, and with a single stroke, it created a ten-centimeter incision.

Shi Youchen watched from the side, wondering if he could also control the release of energy in this way.

Mollier retracted her fingers and focused the energy on her right palm. To accurately locate the lesion while preventing the bacteria from spreading, she had to keep the incision small. Fortunately, the ten-centimeter incision was narrow enough that she could already see a flickering green light on the inner side of the sternum. She raised her palm and gently pressed down. The closer she got to the bone, the more intense the pale green light became.

In a place that the others couldn't see clearly, the ball of light in her hand touched the gathering place of bone pathogens, and the dark green tarsal fungi began to dissipate in a ring shape from the center to the outside.

Five minutes later, Mollier raised both palms simultaneously, pressing lightly against her chest. Three minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew her slightly trembling hands. Beads of sweat had already slid down her brow studs, stopping just below her pale cheeks.

"Huh... done." She looked up.

"Not bad. The basics are good, and the energy control is quite precise. But her mental strength needs improvement." Yan Zhiyuan's eyes swept over her hands, not missing the slight tremor. Then he said, "Shi Youchen, come and make the incision."

Before Shi Youchen could step forward, he had already walked over to the lower half of the corpse and removed the trousers that covered it. What caught their eyes was a dense, crisscross pattern of linear wounds on the corpse's legs, varying in depth. Some were torn apart, while others were just shallow scratches.

Li Ming narrowed his eyes. He was very familiar with this kind of wound. This was the injury caused by the wind-type ability cutting.

Shi Youchen frowned when he saw the legs with almost no good meat left. He was not interested in knowing the source of the scars, but it was obviously difficult to deal with.

Yan Zhiyuan: "It is true that his fatal injury was caused by the virus, but before that he had been attacked by the wind-based supernatural power, which caused the virus to spread rapidly. Now I want you to heal all the surface wounds on his body." Shi Youchen nodded and walked to the right side of the corpse. He planned to treat the wound left by Morrill first.

Recalling the three rabbits in the testing room and the feeling he had at that moment, he raised his left hand and placed it against the cold skin. A white light gradually gathered in his palm, illuminating the skin beneath it with a bluish and purple hue. Within half a minute, he raised his hand. The incision on the corpse's chest had completely healed, leaving no trace.

He then turned and walked across to Yan Zhiyuan, observing the distribution of the wounds. The deepest and largest cuts were on the outside of both thighs, running diagonally from the knees to almost the pubic bone. The wounds on the inner thighs and calves were smaller, some even showing signs of healing.

He then moved his hands from the outside of the thigh, clasping his palms and raising them upright. Starting near the pubic bone, he controlled the energy and gathered it into a long, thin needle. Like a doctor suturing a superficial wound, he threaded the needle, injecting the energy deep into the skin. Little by little, layer by layer, he spread it outwards, while slowly moving his hands horizontally toward the calf. Thus, the hideous gash healed.

After completing just one exercise, Shi Youchen felt as if half of his strength had been drained away. He took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to the scars on his calves.

Before doing anything, he was used to thinking about the most efficient solution. So, looking at the tiny wounds of varying depths and lengths, and recalling the scene of Morrill performing the preoperative incision, he decided to give it a try.

Shi Youchen stretched out his right hand with the five fingers spread out, with his fingertips facing outwards towards the corpse's calf. He held his right wrist with his left hand, and in this posture he drew the energy from his left arm to the entire palm of his right hand, then controlled it more precisely in his right hand, and finally dispersed the energy and gathered it at each fingertips.

Mollier was stunned by this scene. She had spent months mastering the precise release of her energy, but she had only achieved single-form control. Yet, this newly awakened being dared to attempt both precise energy distribution and dual form control. She had never seen anyone so gifted and bold. She glanced at Li Ming, clearly seeing the same disbelief in his eyes as she did herself.

Yan Zhiyuan was also startled by Shi Youchen's actions, but he wasn't just surprised; he felt a hint of ecstasy. "It's amazing that a naturally awakened person's energy control can reach such a level in such a short period of time," he thought.

Shi Youchen was oblivious to the others' intense mental activity; he was completely absorbed in stitching the wound. Controlling the fingers was more difficult and exhausting than he'd imagined. The corners of his eyes were soaked with sweat, and his vision was blurring, so he simply closed them.

About five or six minutes later, he leaned his hands on the table and took a dozen rapid breaths. He wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes and raised his head with some difficulty: "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't finish the other half today."

He really didn't have any extra energy. If he forced himself to continue, he would probably faint on the spot, which would only cause more trouble, so he chose to stop immediately.

Yan Zhiyuan didn't show any displeasure or anything. He thought for a moment and then said comfortingly, "It's okay. You've only been awakened for two days and you've done very well. You don't need to stand by and watch from now on. Go back and rest first."

When Shi Youchen heard him say this, he felt relieved. After thanking him, he turned around and pushed the door open and left.

After he left, Yan Zhiyuan suppressed his restlessness and said expressionlessly to the remaining people, "Li Ming and Lu Quezhi's training will proceed simultaneously. There are a total of six cabinets embedded in the opposite wall, each containing training piles of equal size and made of different materials. Li Ming's task is to leave marks on each training pile with exactly the same direction, length, and depth. The system will automatically detect them. There are 10 rabbits in the cabinet on the right wall. Lu Quezhi, your task is to determine how many of them are viviparous, how many are clones, how long each rabbit's growth cycle is, and whether their internal organs are intact. If there are any missing parts, please list the specific missing parts. Of course, if you can get more information, that would be great."

"I'll come back to check in three hours. You're free to decide when to start the training session and whether to follow my instructions or not. The gates of the training base are always open."

After saying the last sentence, Yan Zhiyuan left anxiously. He had to go find Lin Zhouze immediately.