Chapter 245: Big Screens Are Just Better

Wen Gu is making protective preparations.

Perhaps it is because that basin-sized crystal mirror created a sufficiently large psychological impact the moment it appeared, and looking at the luxurious protective equipment brought out by Xinzhou—such as masks with large crystal protective goggles—with such things laid out, the people from the Tang and Ji sects could still spare the focus to fantasize about the future.

If not for the inappropriate occasion and the two masters keeping things in check, these apprentices would even want to kowtow to a foster father on the spot.

So dazzling, look at it again!

Take advantage of the fact that the dissection hasn't started, and take a few more looks!

Especially the disciples of the Ji sect, their gazes are lingering and affectionate.

Xinzhou!

For the first time, they have recognized Xinzhou so clearly and profoundly!

There are noble patrons to appreciate them, there is firewood and rice for pay, and even the instruments for studying medicine are things that ten thousand people would struggle to obtain!

What reason do they have not to fawn? Not to tremble? Not to crave?

Master! I want to go to Xinzhou!

"Ahem!" Doctor Tang coughs lightly, reminding the apprentices whose gazes are still stuck over there: Snap out of it! It's time to get down to business!

Doctor Ji also taps the tools in his hand.

The metal knife emits a crisp sound, which is also a reminder and warning to the disciples under his sect.

The two masters can understand. Never mind the inexperienced apprentices; even they, who pride themselves on being well-traveled and knowledgeable, have never seen such extravagance!

How could Doctor Ji not have the same thoughts in his heart?

Never mind the apprentices; if he himself weren't truly unable to leave Shenyi Gu, he would want to take his belongings and defect to Xinzhou!

It is confirmed: Xinzhou is truly willing to spend money on this, and it looks like they have already splashed out a huge sum!

The two masters have developed a preference, and just now they were also reminding their apprentices: since they have ideas, they must perform even better and not lose face for their sects!

Over there, in the spectator's position, Wen Gu seems unaware of the "silent commotion" that just occurred here.

He puts on his custom protective suit, puts on gloves, and takes out the backing board, notebook, and charcoal pencil he had prepared long ago.

Once everything is done, Wen Gu looks at the masters and apprentices of the two sects: "I am ready on my side. Master, Doctor Ji, what have you two decided?"

Doctors Tang and Ji look at each other, then look at the sky.

Doctor Tang says: "Then let's begin!"

Having traveled for half a lifetime, Doctor Tang has likely dissected more corpses than he has saved people. He has also dissected many plague ghosts in troubled times; although not as effortless as a master butcher carving an ox, his technique is already very proficient.

The deeper the degree of mutation of the plague ghost, the firmer the muscles, and the more effort the dissection consumes.

Doctors Tang and Ji have already discussed this in advance, and added to the shock from just now, the procedure has been slightly altered.

The three plague ghost corpses are those mutated for nearly one, two, and three years, respectively.

"Let's dissect the one-year and two-year ones first."

"We will each finish dismantling the first two, rest a little, and then join forces to dissect the last one."

The two doctors have their own habits and methods; the positions where they make their cuts are different, and their dismantling techniques naturally have differences as well.

Before coming, Doctor Ji had originally decided to hold back during the dismantling, just treating it as coming to return a favor.

But, times have changed.

Having something to ask for, he naturally no longer holds back. If he keeps holding back, the futures of those "dull" apprentices under his sect are worrisome!

Given the current situation, Doctor Ji wants to show off his skills even more!

He takes the initiative to pick the plague ghost mutated for two years and makes his cuts quickly.

The way he controls the small knife in his hand is both full of power and extremely smooth.

That knife is likely also passed down from his sect, and its material is extraordinary.

The scene of dismantling is somewhat terrifying for ordinary people, but from a professional perspective, purely in terms of technique, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

With master-apprentice inheritance spanning generations, how could they not have some unique skills?

Tang and Ji bring out their true abilities, not afraid of outsiders stealing their techniques. Every step has its secrets; it is not something that can be easily learned just by watching.

Wen Gu has no intention of stealing their techniques either.

His ambitions do not lie here, so there is no need.

He observes the methods of the two doctors and is satisfied in his heart.

He looks at the apprentices of the two sects again. Perhaps their aptitude and talent are limited and they are not nimble enough, but their auxiliary work is proficient and cautious.

It is enough!!

Wen Gu is even more satisfied in his heart.

After quickly observing the masters and apprentices, he finally places his attention on the plague ghost being dismantled.

When a person turns into a plague ghost, their blood also deteriorates, changes color, becomes viscous, and the blood volume decreases.

The plague ghost was killed and left until now, so the blood has also undergone coagulation changes. As long as the operation is cautious, there is no need to worry about blood splashing.

The masters and apprentices of the Tang and Ji sects are all experienced hands, and their professional standards are quite reliable; they do not need extra reminders from Wen Gu.

This dismantling of the plague ghost is still quite crude in Wen Gu's view. But in this current era, and with the current primitive tool conditions, it is already considered acceptable!

Therefore, Wen Gu just observes quietly from the side, constantly taking notes.

Li Sihu, acting as an attendant, follows quietly by his side, his expression beneath the protective mask somewhat nervous.

It is not that he is afraid of the plague ghost.

Having been infected with the evil poison once, he does not have too strong a fear of plague ghosts.

At that time, he was injured fighting a plague ghost and his life was in danger, but it just so happened that the antidote pill was developed, and he was lucky enough to succeed in testing the medicine.

His current days are all considered a bonus!

He is not afraid of hardship or fatigue; he is only afraid of being useless.

However!

Only when the employer is safe can he have a place to put his skills to use!

What he is worried about now is the employer! It is this Young Master Rong!

What if—what if—sigh—

He cannot understand why this Young Master Rong insists on observing here in person.

Scholars all say, "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall"; there are hidden dangers here, yet the employer still insists on this.

Is the employer—not a gentleman?

Li Sihu is anxious, while the guard Rong Yi, who is also standing to one side, still maintains that expressionless face, looking extremely calm.

In reality, his inner emotions are active.

*Gua-ji gua-ji*, infinite energy.

No anxiety, only amusement!

Chatting, gossiping, and even running a betting pool on how many people a certain Deputy Envoy can lure back. In just this short while, he doesn't even know which act of the play they have reached.

Guard Rong's inner self is like a split personality, one person divided into countless scumbags, entertaining himself.

There is some nervousness, but it is fine. Rong Yi's mission is to protect Wen Gu from being attacked or assassinated; as long as the damage is not caused by other human factors, then it is not the responsibility of him, the guard.

This time it is a certain Deputy Envoy's own decision, and the one who should be most worried is Patrol Lieutenant Yang.

Patrol Lieutenant Yang will likely have to act crazy during the day and worry until he suffers from insomnia at night for the next few days.

However, likewise, high risk comes with high reward. If there can be a huge harvest this time, Patrol Lieutenant Yang's merits will also be much greater than theirs.

The dissection work by the two Doctors, Tang and Ji, is currently underway.

The organs of the Plague Ghost are being removed one after another and placed in order.

A section of the vessels has also been stripped away.

Doctor Ji usually only focuses on dissection and can barely even look after his Apprentices; how much they can learn depends entirely on their own aptitude. At this moment, because he has a request in his heart, he deliberately leaves some pauses to explain.

For example, while dissecting the vessels, he even let Wen Gu look at the blood clots and putrid fluid in the Plague Ghost's blood vessels, explaining how much these differ from those of a normal person.

As a native of Xinzhou, Li Sihu, although he did not join the army before the chaotic times, had cleaned up battlefields and seen bloody and tragic scenes. After the chaotic times, he fought against Plague Ghosts, so his tolerance is much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

However, at this very moment, watching the two Doctors over there continue to dissect nimbly, and watching the alienated organs being laid out one by one, he cannot control his spine from chilling and his hair from standing on end.

It is not that he finds it bloody, but that he truly and clearly senses: the Plague Ghost is human, yet no longer human!

The organs and vessels seem to still be in their original positions, but they are already clearly different from those of a normal person.

No wonder everyone says that a Plague Ghost infected with Evil Poison is a Ghost, a demon, and no longer human!

At the nearby Dissection Table, Doctor Tang also pauses for a moment.

He knows that old Ji wants more, so he also lets old Ji have more opportunities to perform. He stops now because he is worried that the cheap Apprentice's ability to accept this is insufficient, and he is checking to see if the cheap Apprentice has developed any discomfort.

Yet unexpectedly, the cheap Apprentice is quite calm.

It does not look like he is faking it, because the other party is watching very seriously.

Ah, this—the cheap Apprentice does not look like he is seeing such a scene for the first time.

Doctor Tang looks again at the attendant and guard beside the cheap Apprentice. Only that attendant finally shows a bit of abnormality on his face, but he is still considered calm.

What kind of magical place is Xinzhou, anyway?

Could it be that Xinzhou has long had more awesome technology and has dissected many Plague Ghosts, so this group from Xinzhou is unfazed?

Could the Antidote Pill have been made this way too?

Doctor Tang has doubts in his heart, guessing at various possibilities; he is a bit itchy with anticipation and somewhat curious.

At this moment, he suddenly hears the cheap Apprentice over there speak up: "Wait a moment!"

Doctor Tang looks over.

It turns out that after Doctor Ji finished a section of explanation and was about to continue the dissection, he was called to a stop by the cheap Apprentice.

Wen Gu looks at the Plague Ghost that Doctor Ji is dissecting and says: "Doctor Ji, I see some thin white tubes there; could you remove them for me to see?"

There are some thin white vessels in the Plague Ghost's body; due to the contamination of dirty blood and putrid fluid, they are not easily noticed, and even if seen, they are easily mistaken for ordinary blood vessels or the like.

Previously, Doctor Ji's attention was all on the organs, tendons, bones, and main vessels. He did not pay attention to these easily overlooked thin white tubes.

Seeing Wen Gu point them out, Doctor Ji does not even frown; very patiently, he cuts a long section according to where Wen Gu pointed, puts it into a small Tray, and lets one of his Apprentices send it over.

That person from the Ji school first walks toward the Water Basin nearby and explains: "Young Master Rong, allow me to clean it slightly; it is stained with dirty blood and putrid fluid."

Wen Gu says: "No need, send it over directly."

That person from the Ji school looks at his master, feeling somewhat worried.

Doctor Ji hesitates for a moment, then nods.

Only then does that person carefully send the Tray over.

Wen Gu does not lean in to look either, but instead drags the stand of the magnifying glass over.

The wooden stand wobbles as it is pulled.

The several masters and Apprentices of the Tang and Ji schools over there simultaneously and identically want to speak but stop.

Be a little gentler!

Why be so rough when treating a precious object!

Actually, Wen Gu is really not being rough; he just didn't pull it very gently.

This magnifying glass stand is made of high-quality materials and master craftsmanship; it is stable enough!

Even if it wobbles, the amplitude is not large.

In the entire Xinzhou up to now, only this one has been crafted, so Wen Gu certainly would not treat it roughly; this is his standard operation.

It is not that he does not cherish it, he is just not as overly cautious as the others.

But in the eyes of others, this takes on another meaning—is this object actually not very precious in Xinzhou?

Otherwise, would Rong Huan dare to handle it so casually?

At this moment, Wen Gu did not care what others were thinking; he adjusted the angle of the magnifying glass toward the Tray.

I have to say, a "big screen" is just satisfying!

Using such a large magnifying glass to look at things is effortless!

Looking at that segment of thin white tube in the Tray, it is clear that Doctor Ji put in the effort; when he cut it, he even extracted the parts as fine as a hair.

Under the magnifying glass, that segment of thin tube went from thick to thin, and from white to transparent.

The tube wall at the end as fine as a hair was extremely thin, nearly colorless and transparent.

Wen Gu fetched a pair of long Tweezers, clamped and adjusted the angle, and looked at the inside of the thin tube.

The transparent end was too thin to be seen clearly; the magnification of the equipment was limited.

However, the thicker end could barely be seen clearly.

"It's hollow?!"