Chapter 11 Psychological Quality

“I’m not panicking. Explain.”

Yue Wuhuan’s psychological quality was much better than that of a freshman’s. He walked through the room full of human bodies, walked over and set down dinner. Then, he frowned and reached out to wipe some residue from the corner of Song Qingshi’s mouth. He had gotten used to dining with the master recently and he felt that his appetite would much better if he smells some clean air.

Song Qingshi observed for a long time and saw that he didn’t seem to be about to collapse. He quietly put the basin back down. In his heart, he was certain that Yue Wuhuan was a good seedling for studying medicine. He was smart, rational, calm, good with his hands and was not afraid of blood. He had all the qualities of an excellent surgeon. On Earth, all the professors in the medical school would have come to blows in order to get him as a PhD student.

He gave an impromptu class on the theory of anatomy dissection. He stated the importance of anatomy to medicine and the contribution of the general teachers to mankind.

Yue Wuhuan listened very earnestly and took the initiative to observe the shapes and patterns of the corpses and internal organs.

He felt that Song Qingshi’s worries were a bit laughable. Among the guests of Golden Phoenix Manor, there would often be cultivators who were addicted to torture and from time to time they would carry out the slaves who had been tortured to death. He had hovered between life and death at the hands of those cultivators many times before. He had been abused until he was nothing but a mass of cuts and bruises. If it weren’t for the resilience and rejuvenating powers of the his wood-type spiritual roots he would have been “liberated” long ago.

What is a corpse? It’s just a piece of meat.

From the first time he was made to cater to someone, he has only been afraid of the living.

Yue Wuhuan carefully looked at the corpses and inwardly sighed. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at a tall male corpse in the corner. Suddenly his mind was filled with memories he didn’t want to remember. He panicked for a moment. He then suddenly realized something. His beautiful eyes filled with malice and a slight arc gradually formed at the corner of his lips.

He slowly turned around and made the expression on his face vanish. He asked gently, “Master, can I try to dissect this corpse?”

Song Qingshi was in the middle of eating the dinner lovingly given to him by the little angel. Hearing this, he looked up in amazement.

He thought for a while. After all, this was not the medical school of his original world. There weren’t that many rules for performing dissections. Since Yue Wuhuan was willing to learn, he should support it.

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This was the medical student’s mysophobia. He simply can’t believe that the cleansing spell can completely eliminate all the germs. He has to disinfect to feel at ease.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the corpse next to him, relaxed and said with a smile, “It’s very dirty.”

Song Qingshi finished dressing him up, handed him a scalpel and gave him an introduction, “This corpse was given to me by An Long. An Long is the?Gu?King of the Western Forest. He’s a superb doctor and an expert on insects. He’s a good person and we often exchange resources. He sent someone to deliver this corpse a few days ago and gave me a question to ponder. He said that this corpse died in a very interesting way and he wants me to guess how that was.”

An Long was the original body’s only friend. The two used to exchange professional knowledge through letters but for some reason they broke off contact in recent years.

When Song Qingshi sorted out the things left by the original body, he re-read those letters and once again admired An Long’s professionalism. He then took the initiative to write him a letter. He had been using modern medical methods to solve a problem regarding entomopathogenic fungus that had been plaguing him for many years. After receiving the letter, An Long was overjoyed and sent over a lot of gifts. Because of the original body’s preferences, there were several corpses with different causes of death among the gifts. He also said that he would personally come visiting to thank him in a few days.

Song Qingshi liked these gifts very much and welcomed this bigshot with an entomology obsession.

Yue Wuhuan smiled and took the knife. Swipe after swipe, he cut open the corpse’s chest cavity without hesitation.

“Slow down! Slow down!” Song Qingshi jumped in fright and he hurriedly blocked him.? He taught and guided, “You have to first observe the texture and composition before making the cut. Pay attention to the blood vessels and direction of the meridians and then cut layer by layer. You cut too deeply. You almost cut off the bone and internal organs! Be careful of the internal organs!”

“Yes,” Yue Wuhuan smiled even more happily at seeing the still heart under his knife. He asked Song Qingshi, “Master, do you know the identity of this corpse?”

Song Qingshi thought for a while. “It seems he was a warrior from a righteous sect. ‘Yu’ something..”

“Everyone says that the hero Yu Qing was upright and noble. He was a man of honor but he still winded up with no one to collect his corpse.” Yue Wuhuan said softly, his voice carrying something that couldn’t quite be called ridicule. “It’s really lamentable.”

“There are too many people who die in the immortal realm. Everywhere, there are corpses that no one wants. No matter what his identity was before, in death, it’s all the same.” Song Qingshi stared at his movements, not paying any attention to the improper tone in his voice. He cried out in alarm, “Be careful, you’ve hit the heart!”

Yue Wuhuan raised his eyes and exclaimed in a low voice, “So it’s not black after all?”

He smiled and drew one slash after the other, cutting this disgusting body and its internal organs into bits and pieces as though he were putting it to death through dismembering the body. He was extremely happy, doing to him just as he did to himself back then.

That year, it hadn’t been long after he had entered the Golden Phoenix Mountain Manor. He was Jin Feiren’s exclusive domain. He could not come to terms with his identity and still carried a bit of naivety, hoping that a kind-hearted person would save him from that hell.

Golden Phoenix Villa hosted a banquet to entertain the immortal leaders of the Green Rainbow Sect, to learn from each other through comparing their swordsmanship. The Green Rainbow Sect was a well-known righteous sect in the immortal realm and had a reputation for hating evil like an enemy. Yu Qing was a very respected leader of the younger generation. Unyielding integrity covered him from head to toe and he refused to be distracted by the beauties who came to serve him at the banquet. He seemed immune to lust and would never do anything vile.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he might be a good person. So, he mustered up the courage and tried to ask for help.

Yu Qing watched him for a long time without speaking.

Yue Wuhuan also knew that hope was slim and dared not impose.

However, he never ever expected that Yu Qing would force himself upon him.

“In the banquet, I felt that your eyes were so beautiful, so naturally seductive.”

Although Yu Qing didn’t manage to obtain the spirit bead to control the Acacia Seal, he didn’t have the strength to resist a Core Formation cultivator. He was quickly tied up with a magical weapon and was taken advantage of.

..

In the early morning of the next day, he was finally released from hell, only to be found, creating a scene in front of Jin Feiren and the immortal leaders of Green Rainbow Sect.

With cuts and bruises all over, he knelt before everyone.

Yu Qing was a valued disciple of the Green Rainbow Sect with a good reputation. Now he has touched the Manor Lord’s exclusive property. It simply couldn’t be.

The Green Rainbow Sect had lost face and repeatedly apologized to Jin Feiren, saying that Yu Qing would be punished heavily. It was a very embarrassing scene.

Jin Feiren smiled generously and justified the entire scene. “It was my little slave who couldn’t bear being lonely. What sin has the noble warrior Yu committed?”

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He raised his head, wanting to explain. Suddenly, Jin Feiren gave him a warning look. The hand in his sleeve moved and the Acacia Seal on his back began to burn hot. Even though he struggled to resist, he began to speak a series of unbearable words:

“This slave has behaved badly.? Seeing Immortal Senior Yu’s powerful appearance, I used my body to seduce him..”

“This slave was not injured, only that his legs have gone a bit weak..”

“This slave was in the wrong. Please punish this slave for his lowliness.”

“..”

He was obviously hurt but he was forced to admit that Yu Qing had committed no? wrong, bringing the matter to a successful close.

During the banquet, both host and guests were jubilant. Seeing that Yu Qing liked it, Jin Feiren gave both Yue Wuhuan as well as the spirit bead to Yu Qing for a few days, letting him experience all of this righteous hero’s evil interests.

He was badly injured but he never cried out again. He did not beg for mercy.

Because he thoroughly understood the status of a slave. He no longer had any delusions.

..

“The cause of death lies in the brain. Insects ate most of his brain.” Yue Wuhuan used a saw to cut open the head of the corpse. He concluded, saying softly, “His death must have been very painful, very miserable..” He was very thankful that the mask blocked his smile and malice, otherwise his expression would have looked like that of a demon’s.

Song Qingshi carefully observed the corpse and nodded. “En, this way of dying is quite cruel. It’s a pity.”

Yue Wuhuan gave a small smile. “Yes, it’s a pity.”

He stared at the knife in his hand, the lingering happiness gradually dissipated and bursts of regret filled his heart.

How good would it have been if he could have cut him up alive?

The author has something to say:

Scholar-tyrant Song was filled with self-confidence: My family’s little angel was so steady handling that knife. He will definitely be a good doctor!