After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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The ribs that were removed were light golden and very heavy, requiring researchers A, B, and C to drag them along.

The system said quietly: [There is no meat on it, it seems that there is no way to make braised ribs. But if you use it to stew soup, it should taste very good. ]

Lu Yan: "Really?"

[...You won't really be moved, will you? ]

Lu Yan turned his head and looked at Xiao Bing: "These ribs, cough. What will happen to the ribs?"

"Ah, it will be temporarily stored in a special container. After Tang Xun'an wakes up, he will handle it himself, but he will charge a management fee. About 50 contribution points per day."

Lu Yan nodded slightly, changed his clothes, and walked to the intensive care unit.

After the operation, as the attending doctor, as usual, there is a ward round.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the ward.

Although Tang Xun'an has 18 pairs of ribs, fortunately, the gaps between the ribs are very small, and removal will not affect his activities.

The staff member in charge of monitoring his status stood up and reported nervously and seriously: "Report to Mr. Lu. The patient's postoperative indicators are all normal, and the wound has begun to recover!"

The Apocalypse's self-healing ability has always been strong.

Lu Yan put on gloves, squeezed Tang Xun'an's body through the hospital gown: "Does it hurt here?"

Tang Xun'an's golden eyes stared at his face, and after a short thought, he replied: "It hurts."

"What about here?"

Tang Xun'an's answer was serious: "It hurts a little too."

System: [Oh, dog, what a pain. If you pinch him again, he will be hard. ]

So, Lu Yan stopped his movements and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tang Xun'an: "Doctor, am I okay?"

His tail hung down from the side of the bed, gently rubbing against Lu Yan's calf.

Lu Yan signed his name on the medical record, and replied calmly: "It's hopeless, just wait for death."

The system is as happy as seeing a national football goal: [Okay, that's right! ]

Tang Xun'an had no choice but to answer: "It doesn't hurt."

Lu Yan nodded slightly: "Okay, strive for a speedy recovery."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously wanted to check the other wards, but his legs were half lifted, and he suddenly remembered that the patients in other wards had not yet been confirmed for surgery.

Tang Xun'an lifted the quilt: "It's getting late, let's go to sleep, Yan Yan."

When I say sleep, of course it means simply sleep.

Lu Yan changed into pajamas and lay down beside Tang Xun'an: "Does it really not hurt?"

"A little bit, but I've had more serious injuries than this before."

In the darkness, Tang Xun'an took Lu Yan's hand.

If it was really a particularly serious injury, Tang Xun'an would definitely not say much, he was afraid that Lu Yan would be worried.

But for a little injury, he couldn't help but speak out, in exchange for a little pity.

Lu Yan thought for a while: "I didn't say I like you because I feel sorry for you."

"I know." Tang Xun'an squeezed his hand slightly, "I just hope..."

"What do you want?" Lu Yan looked confused.

Tang Xun'an rubbed the tip of Lu Yan's nose with his own, "I hope Yanyan can love me more."

*

Reports related to this operation were communicated back to headquarters even one step ahead of the "slaughterhouse".

That night, responsible persons from all over the world were notified to hold a video conference.

The last time a collective meeting was held was during the "Blood Moon Incident". From this, it can be seen that "global pollution value rise" and "high-level Apocalypse's disease degree decline" are equally important events in the eyes of the headquarters.

Although Ji Wen was forced to suspend without pay in accordance with the management act due to violations of regulations, he still had a beaming smile on his face, as happy as it was during the New Year.

"If this procedure can be generalized, the worldwide need for healing Apocalypse could be drastically reduced."

Tang Xun'an's follow-up recovery was so ideal that in just one week, countless scientific researchers flew from all over the world to visit.

"The recovery is really good."

"The degree of disease has also dropped!"

"This fat and strong man can work for at least another twenty years!"

Because too many people came, even Tang Xun'an who had a good temper began to thank guests behind closed doors. Fortunately, there are precious images of early humans taming tyrants in the surveillance of the scientific research institute, which can also be played back.

These researchers not only visited Tang Xun'an, but also Lu Yan.

Lu Yan is in the operating room.

Michael was tied up like a skewer, and researcher C was stuffing wood and vines under his operating table.

If it weren't for the operating room, it would look like a cannibal tribe for extra meals.

Michael's sky-blue eyes were full of anxiety: "Do you have to roast it with fire?"

Lu Yan replied calmly: "Not necessarily. Other methods are also fine, but fire roasting is more convenient for plucking hair."

In the slaughterhouse, because of excessive use of the talent of Holy Light, Michael's disease degree unfortunately exceeded 90, and he became the second guinea pig.

And his source of pollution actually comes from the feathers on his wings.

It never occurred to the other researchers that the source of Michael's contamination was his feathers, because

He usually has a lot of hair loss. When I wake up, I can find several white feathers from the bed.

Michael was very sad: "Doctor Lu, tell the truth. Are you jealous that I am more popular than you on the Internet? My new feathers have just grown, and I haven't had time to take a photo yet."

Lu Yan turned his head to look at researcher Xiaoyi, and said with a smile, "Can I have a gag? I'm afraid it will hurt a little later, and Michael won't be able to bear it."

Today, several researchers are very obedient in the operating room.

Regardless of whether Lu Yan avenged himself or not, Michael's mouth was indeed blocked.

Michael's white feathers were baked off, revealing the red flesh underneath, and a layer of golden feathers emerged slowly after a while.

The fat gave off a burst of aroma, like grilled wings brushed with honey sauce.

Xiao Bing's nose twitched, and he couldn't help swallowing: "It smells so good."

Lu Yan took tweezers and plucked out the newly grown feathers one by one, feeling like a veterinarian.

He told the system: "I have practiced for many years, but I never thought that one day I would degenerate into plucking birds."

System: [Michael is not a bird... Forget it, it seems to be the same. ]

The operation itself does not require any complicated operations.

Lu Yan put down the scalpel and pushed open the door of the operating room. Before he could take two steps, he was surrounded by people nearby.

An elderly researcher with gray hair tremblingly stuffed his thesis into Lu Yan's hands: "Mr. Di Ting, do you think you are interested in taking a doctoral student? This is my Thesis, I also studied medicine in university!"

Next to him, several strong scientific research dogs suddenly looked nervous: "Mr. Zhang, you are highly respected. You have dedicated your life and it is time to take care of yourself. This kind of thing is too hard, let me do it!! "

If it was not when they said this, they kept pulling the old gentleman behind them, which might have been more convincing.

Lu Yan looked at the faces looking forward to it, feeling inexplicably heavy: "Sorry, I don't have the idea of ​​bringing scientific researchers. I can judge the source of pollution, not by experience, but by talent."

"Swallow this healing talent, and will find the source of pollution on the Apocalypse."

In a sense, Lu Yan did not lie either.

Lu Yan once asked the system whether pollution sources can be sorted out as a discipline.

The answer is no, evolution itself is uncontrollable.

In the next few days, Lu Yan operated on Bai Qiushi, Odin, and Zhou Qiming one after another.

Lu Yan's head hurts from excessively high-intensity use of talents.

He also had strange noises in his ears, much like the sound of water in his ears.

Not very comfortable.

If it was just an operation, Lu Yan would not feel tired. Surgery is one of his ways to decompress.

However, the removal of pollution sources requires the use of the system all the time. The amount of information needed is significantly different from the usual small talk needs.

Wearing a surgical gown, Lu Yan had a whim and asked, "What is my source of pollution?"

With just this sentence, blood spurted out of his nasal cavity and mouth.

Lu Yan bent over and coughed. Blood was sprayed on the floor, dotted.

The researcher sent by the institute to assist suddenly turned pale with shock: "Mr. Lu, are you okay! Take care of yourself!"

Since Lu Yan said that he can perform surgery, he has become a national treasure in the eyes of other researchers. It affects the nerves of countless people at every turn.

This matter has not been spread to the outside world, but the major research institutes and some high-level officials know about it.

Despair is not terrible, what is terrible is giving people hope and then despairing.

As Lu Yan said, the surgical plan has not yet been promoted, nor is it universal. Therefore, only some imminent senior apocalypse were sent to the operating table. And priority is given to people Lu Yan knows.

"The talent is overused." Lu Yan wiped the blood on the ground with a paper, and then threw it into the incinerator, "It's okay. This operation is done and rest for a few days."

Lu Yan knew very well that the hematemesis this time had nothing to do with the surgery to remove the pollution source, but he asked a question that he shouldn't know.

He walked into the operating room and glanced over. Zhou Qiming's pollution source actually came from his eyes.

This is another area that Lu Yan has never touched. He had to take out his mobile phone urgently and watched the eye surgery video.

Zhou Qiming put his hand on his lower abdomen, a little nervous: "This scene seems familiar, Doctor Lu."

Lu Yan did the same when he was going to have a caesarean section. Although he couldn't do it at all, he was still calm and confident.

Lu Yan replied: "Yes, it may hurt a little, you bear with it. After the operation, you will fall into a short-term blindness, and you can recover in about a week."

Zhou Qiming looked at the top of Lu Yan's head, and the other party's title changed again, and the three lines of titles were merged into one line.

【Dawn of Dawn】

Zhou Qiming's eyes were very gratified: "It's great. After the operation, can I not worry about the severity of the disease for a long time?"

"In theory, that's right."

The operation lasted 5 hours. Lu Yan peeled off Zhou Qiming's eye//cornea/membrane and replaced it with a new one.

After the operation, he said to Xiao Bing, "I can't continue the operation for the time being."

Xiao Bing frowned, with a worried expression on his face: "I understand. Mr. Lu, you should have a good rest."

After Lu Yan finished his work, he didn't go to Tang Xun'an immediately, but returned to the private room arranged for him by the research institute.

It is said to be a single room, but the furnishings are actually the same as his house in K city. It's just that some accessories are missing.

After returning from the slaughterhouse, he has not measured his own relevant data.

Lu Yan unbuttoned his cuff buttons, looked at the fish scales that had grown to his wrists, and said in a low voice, "System."

Obviously, the system knew what Lu Yan wanted to ask.

[Spiritual power threshold 9600, disease degree 81.2. ]

[You have a higher threshold of spiritual power and a higher degree of disease. This puts your body in a dangerous state. Fortunately, because of your persistence, others do not know the specific data for the time being. ]

"Is it because of pollution source removal surgery?"

[Not at all. ] The system becomes vague.

[I thought maybe it was time for us to go home. my treasure. ]

Because of the headache, Lu Yan didn't react for a while: "Go back to City K?"

[No, R'lyeh. ]*

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