Yan Rulong, after leaving the ward, did not leave the inpatient department. Instead, he turned around and went to the room at the end of the corridor, knocked on the door, and went straight in.
The room, which looks small from the outside, turns out to be a hidden gem once you step inside.
Hundreds of sophisticated instruments fill every corner of the room, which, even a rough estimate, exceeds one thousand square meters.
Yan Rulong walked straight through the instrument room and skillfully arrived at the deepest part of the room, where there was a huge screen displaying various parameters.
Yan Rulong, without any politeness, asked the doctor, who had his back to him and seemed completely unaware of his arrival:
"Did you call me here because there's something special about it?"
Without turning around, the female doctor in the white coat pointed directly to the screen on the display stand, which showed an analysis and comparison of two succubus corpses.
"You've come at the right time. Take a look at that report yourself."
Squinting, Yan Rulong quickly noticed something strange and read it aloud:
"A missing soul?"
But the female doctor shook her head and said:
"The loss of the soul is easy to explain; a first-tier succubus can't leave anything behind after death anyway. Keep reading, to the very end."
Upon hearing this and reading to the end, Yan Rulong paused for a moment before his eyes narrowed slightly.
"As you can see, this succubus's corpse has lost 80% of its blood. Even if we disregard the blood lost during the battle, there will still be a 30% loss."
Where did all this blood go?
Pushing up her glasses, the female doctor, who looked to be only in her late twenties, turned her head, stared at Yan Rulong's calm expression, and said meaningfully:
"As expected, I found the same component in the blood of this Ning Feng operative, and there are two possibilities for this..."
"The first possibility is that he activated his original bloodline under the stimulation of the succubus's blood, which is not so bad."
"But the other possibility is very dangerous..."
With a hint of pity, she tapped the screen in front of her with the tip of her pen and whispered:
"The blood he directly consumed merged into his body and became his current bloodline."
"Just like the first batch of awakened ones."
With his brows furrowed, Yan Rulong pondered for a moment before asking:
"So you mean he has now become an awakened member of the bloodline?"
The doctor shook his head, waved his hand at the screen, and switched the data.
"Right now, this blood is just lying dormant in his body, waiting for an opportunity to merge."
"This blood could merge with his at any time. Whether to keep it or remove it needs to be decided as soon as possible."
"Although this primitive method of awakening can gain power more quickly, it is also extremely dangerous, with a success rate of less than one in a thousand."
Looking at the silent Yan Rulong, the female doctor solemnly warned:
"Other details are unclear, but one thing is certain: awakening in this way will inevitably involve immense suffering!"
"Although there isn't much existing data, do you know what the most frequently occurring description in the literature is?"
The female doctor turned to look at the thousands of files and slowly began to speak:
"It is [Hell]."
"A painful hell."
...
...
After Yan Rulong left, Ning Feng lay obediently on the hospital bed, his expression no longer feigned, his brows almost furrowed together.
Enduring the tingling, soreness, and itching caused by the growth of flesh and blood.
"Ah, hiss..."
I didn't think about anything during the fight, and it was exhilarating, but now I'm getting my comeuppance.
At that moment, Ning Feng didn't consider anything except how to win, and made several leaps in his mind that were inconsistent with his personality.
It was during this battle that Ning Feng realized that he seemed to enter a special state when fighting.
It's not that they are completely indifferent to their own safety, but rather that they unconsciously weighed the pros and cons and shifted their focus to other more important aspects.
"It's kind of like a mechanized mind... or something, ugh! How cringeworthy!"
No, I can't let my mind wander anymore.
Whether it's your own talent or a bonus from some special ability, as long as it doesn't negatively impact you, it's good.
But it's clear that some people don't want him to be comfortable.
Thump.
Ning Feng was enduring it when suddenly a dark shadow landed lightly on his bandaged chest.
puff!
Seemingly oblivious to Ning Feng's pain, the black cat asked its own question:
Is what you're doing meaningful?
"Ahem... Can you please show some respect for the wounded?"
He tried to push Ariana away, but Ning Feng's arms were now restrained, and after struggling, he could only helplessly let her sit on him.
Lying there like a salted fish that has lost all its dreams, Ning Feng stared at the pure white ceiling and said listlessly:
"It certainly has significance, and it's very important."
"I'm not new to the Overwatch. My information has been stored in the Overwatch database for a long time. They know me better than I know myself."
"You know, a prospective operator who is well-known and has trained diligently but hasn't been able to awaken his bloodline power, yet he awakens his bloodline power after encountering the altar of the evil god... Won't they have any doubts?"
"How did he acquire his power? Why did he suddenly awaken it? Is it related to succubus blood?"
"Instead of letting them find the answer themselves, give them a reasonable reason and let them convince themselves."
Direct explanation is not the best approach; the best outcome is to let them draw their own conclusions, which is the best way to clear themselves of suspicion.
After all, people tend to trust themselves more.
"In that case, I have an idea~"
Um?
Although they had only spent a day together, Ning Feng had already gained a deep understanding of Ariana's flash of inspiration.
"You, you mustn't do anything reckless! I'm still tied to the bed."
"Oh dear, it's easier this way because you're tied up~"
? ? ?
An extremely uneasy thought surged into Ning Feng's mind, and he saw deep malice in those scarlet eyes.
"Since you want to get rid of suspicion, why not do it thoroughly?"
A drop of blood, as pure as a ruby, drifted out from the shadows and stopped on Ning Feng's chest.
Guh.
"Although only this one drop has been condensed, it should be enough for your initial awakening."
drop.
Blood seeped directly into Ning Feng's skin through the gaps in the bandages and disappeared.
Bang!
Ning Feng's body suddenly arched, turning red in an instant, his muscles began to tremble irregularly, and his veins bulged.
The painful screams were not uttered, but were stuck in his throat.
The previously suppressed succubus blood began to boil, and the granulation tissue at the wound began to move, grow, and heal.
The black cat gently lowered its head, licking the splattered blood, savoring the power it contained, and whispered:
"Hang in there, Ning Feng."
"Compared to your future, this is hardly hell."
"After all, you're the only one who can do that."
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