Chapter 195: The Chaos Begins (Sorry, Forgot to Turn On Auto-Post)

"Why are you here again?"

Although he already knew the reason for their visit, Feng Xue still posed the question to Tina before him.

"Aren't you short on nurses? I'm the team leader—any medical needs from now on, just hand them over to us." Tina half-turned her body, revealing several "nurses" behind her, her heart tingling with unease.

In fact, even when she left that morning, she had no such intention—her official identity was that of a "naturalized citizen," a highly educated one working at a weapons research institute, a very useful status that made it convenient to raid military stockpiles or gather contraband materials.

But after Lena successfully replaced the old Tokugawa patriarch, her status plummeted by more than a notch, becoming a dangerous yet replaceable nuisance.

Especially now that the He Xing and the traitor faction had changed their stance, her previously well-concealed identity was likely to be exposed; under the Xiao Lingdang Goddess's advice, she ultimately decided to abandon her current identity.

It was clear she would face a period of being wanted; unable to show her face, she simply brought the nurses along to work, hoping to pick up some skills along the way.

Watching Tina's anxious aura fluctuations, Feng Xue calmly sized up the group until someone began sweating, then nodded:

"Fine, follow me to the basement—I can't manage over a dozen people myself. All routine nursing tasks. Patient files are hung on the IV stands—you can read them, right? Don't worry, I don't write doctor handwriting."

"No problem—they're all professional nurses," Tina said, apparently preparing to introduce them, but Feng Xue waved his hand:

"No need for introductions. I only need to know you're nurses who can handle nursing duties. Come with me and see the patients."

Without giving them a chance to speak further, Feng Xue led them straight to the basement, casually picked out one with a more complex condition, and gestured to Tina:

"You—come assist me!"

"Ah, yes!"

Tina hadn't expected him to act so decisively, but she immediately followed. The two wheeled the patient into a ward converted into an operating room.

"Here's the file. Take a look, then tell me your thoughts."

Feng Xue handed Tina the file, then picked up a vial and began preparing (diluting) the medicine.

Thanks to these patients, Feng Xue had gathered vast data and gained solid insight into the dosage of his "beast medicine," and he marveled at how lucky he was not to have ingested any—otherwise he might have sprouted a pointed head and ascended directly to the Beast Medicine Planet.

"Any impressions?" He administered anesthesia to the patient, then turned to Tina, whose expression was solemn.

"It's complicated. The skeletal issues are easy to fix; large-scale muscle and ligament tears can be handled in stages, but the nervous system damage is problematic—my ability lacks the precision to repair it."

Tina gave her honest assessment. Feng Xue nodded, stimulating the patient's reflex zones to confirm anesthesia depth, then summoned a spirit possession—the patient was, of course, pre-prepared; the entire surgical procedure had been designed by Little Xiao Lingdang, and all he needed now was to execute it flawlessly under Mo Ying's assistance.

So…

"Watch closely! Learn well!"

…

As Feng Xue was PUAing Tina, the entire Uota City entered the Hour of Demon Turning.

At the Sawaichi Full-Intersection, a holographic ad played a promotional video for the Alien Tourism Bureau, while the streets were in chaos—caused by a group of fully armed but disorganized naturalized troops.

Holding a device displaying bizarre data, staring at the only thing he could understand—the "zero"—Captain Kameyama's mood turned irritable. Suddenly, a cold smile flashed in his eyes. He strode over to a girl pushing a bicycle, trying to detour:

"You're avoiding us? Something's wrong!"

The youth beside her, also pushing a bicycle, opened his mouth to speak—but was suddenly flung away.

Shaking off scraps of meat falling from his exoskeleton's finger joints, Kameyama's tactical visor reflected the girl's frozen, terrified face. He roughly tore open her school uniform collar, pressed the black box—unreadable to anyone—against her chest, then bellowed in an exaggerated tone:

"Reaction detected! Take her away!"

"Yes!" The soldiers behind him surged forward, binding her as she screamed. Seeing their leader act, others followed suit—screams erupted across the street. Kameyama's gaze swept over a nearby motel, and his lips curled:

"This is exactly where rebels hide. Search it thoroughly!"

…

The security netting of the Goshu District apartment complex twisted like aluminum foil. Captain Miyamoto's squad was violently pounding on a door.

Each punch from their exoskeleton-clad fists left a deep dent in the door.

"Officers, you…" The door flew open quickly; a thin man shrank his body, trying to appear harmless.

"We're searching for terrorists. Have you seen this symbol?" Miyamoto flashed a doodle he'd scribbled in front of the man, his eyes constantly scanning the interior.

"No, absolutely not!" The man knew this wouldn't be easy. He feigned readiness to inspect, but slipped a hastily prepared paper bag forward.

Without even taking it, Miyamoto's onboard AI analysis module instantly identified its contents. He sneered:

"Daring to bribe inspectors? Definitely suspicious! Search the place!"

…

The fountain in Lake-Dou West Entrance Park was now stained pale red. Captain Daisuke casually tossed aside a corpse; the stray cat beneath the bench still twitched with neural spasms. He held up a doodle:

"The gods are all dead—why are you still drawing this nonsense? You nearly scared me to death, old man!"

He kicked the already unrecognizable corpse twice more, scattering it further.

As he impatiently scraped meat scraps off his shoes, a soldier suddenly approached: "Boss, that shop looks busy—there are several loan companies nearby. Definitely some easy pickings!"

Daisuke followed his subordinate's gaze: beneath the neon lights of a pachinko parlor, a sea of loan advertisements stretched out.

He backhanded the soldier—despite the helmet, the man spun three full circles.

The stunned soldier immediately silenced his siren, bowing and apologizing for some unknown offense.

Daisuke didn't bother explaining, but to prevent these rookies from dragging him into trouble, he glared: "That's Miroku's property!"

(End of Chapter)