The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 86 Healing
The dissection is over.

Li Ang put the gloves into the trash can, stood in front of the sink, washed his hands with the disinfectant, the scrubbing water was noisy, and carried the disinfectant into the dark and narrow sewer pipe.

Baron Strucker was still lying on the floor, his one-eyed cloudy and slack, roughly looking at the vertical light tube in the ceiling.

His chest was covered with delicate scars left by scalpels, which were carefully stitched up with gut. Looking from a distance, those gaps looked hideous and terrifying like centipedes.

Fortunately or unfortunately, with the help of his rapid self-healing ability, he is not dead yet.

"Interesting, it was so much fun."

Li Ang shook off the water drops on his hands, turned around, and said to the bald man: "Mr. Strack, your self-healing ability is not as simple as it appears on the outside. If I guess correctly, you Its value and potential are probably far higher than those of Constantine and Rebecca."

No one responded to his praise, Strucker was still staring blankly at the unknown ceiling, his facial muscles seemed to be frozen.

A few ten minutes ago, he watched Li Ang use a scalpel to cut open his chest and abdomen, cut off the ribs, fixed them with expansion forceps, opened the chest cavity, took out the organs and played with them slowly.
That's right, Li Ang held his beating heart like a Christmas crystal snow globe, examined it back and forth, and poked the part above with his finger from time to time, and explained it to Strack in a calm and gentle tone. ,

"This is the aorta, this is the superior vena cava, this is the great cardiac vein, and this is the right pulmonary artery."

During the dissection process, Baron Strucker had struggled, but Li Ang just snapped his fingers casually, and a mysterious and profound formation appeared directly above him, firmly restraining all of Strucker's movements,
Even the blood gurgling from the chest was constrained by an invisible force and stayed in place obediently.

Strack didn't know how he survived. He only knew that he fainted from the pain, and then woke up immediately from the pain. This process was repeated countless times as the various organs were taken out, put back, taken out, and put back.

At the end of the memory, Baron Strucker could hear the sound of blood rushing and flowing in his body, his heart beat like a bronze drum, and the body healed.

But he doesn't want to move anymore, not at all, he just wants to be a salted fish, just lie here, forever.

呲~
Li Ang squeezed the transparent plastic water pipe, and sprayed clear water on the dry pool of blood under Baron Strack. The cold water washed away the scabs, and some water droplets splashed onto Strack's bald head, crystal clear, like the leaves of grass and trees in the morning dewdrops accumulated on it.

After a long time, the bloodstains were cleaned up,
Li Ang turned off the tap, looked at the spacious basement and muttered to himself: "The plate washer and microplate reader can be placed there, the hematology analyzer and differentiation analyzer can be placed here, and an MRI machine can be placed in the corner. "

After a little conversion of the prices of these medical devices and the subsequent expenses of the experiment, he not only sincerely said: "Pharmaceuticals really deserve to be the world's first-class profiteering industry."

But thinking about those giants in the European and American pharmaceutical industry whose scale and power are so powerful that they have turned hundreds of billions of dollars in revenue, Li Ang felt relieved.

If Strack's secret of rapid body healing is as he imagined, he may have to fight openly and secretly with those vicious European and American pharmaceutical groups and even the US Food and Drug Administration in the future.

"Fighting with others is just like a little overlord's learning machine. It's a lot of fun. It's a lot of fun."

Li Ang smiled slightly, closed the door and left.

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In mid-December, the gang turmoil in Gotham City finally came to an end.

With the rapid retreat of the previous leader, Penguin, and the heavy blows of the new mayor Lincoln March, those gangsters with backgrounds in Russia, Japan, and Mexico have been hit hard.

First, a large number of gang leaders were prosecuted for detailed and complicated charges, ranging from tax evasion to organizing criminal activities. The judicial departments also went against the norm and gave the gang leaders 30 to [-] years of fixed-term imprisonment.

The tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and the helpless thug hadn't had time to spend a few days with the settlement money, but was charged with the trumped-up charge of "stepping into a nightclub with the left foot first" by the Gotham note that has been suppressed for many years. Hurry up! The police station took a good beating,
Even Jim Gordon's persuasion was useless-the Gotham cops were looking forward to their first day, as long as these gangsters didn't have the umbrella, the cops could teach them how to behave in minutes,
After all, Gotham is cracking down this time, from the Mayor of March to the common people and the homeless, everyone is on the side of the Gotham Police Department.

The Gotham gang is like a malignant tumor. If it keeps trying to maintain the status quo, it will continue to expand and eat healthy territory.
However, once you have the courage to goug out your flesh and blood, Gotham's crime problem will be easily solved.

There are many people who disagree with this crackdown. First of all, they represent the elite class of meat eaters. They are used to enjoying the huge profits brought by the gangsters, and sometimes some "unclean" jobs need to be handed over to the gangsters.

But for the elite, the downfall of the gangs is also good. They can take advantage of the chaos and grab some of the huge property left by the gangs.

As a result, most of Gotham's political and business executives took a wait-and-see attitude towards the crackdown presided over by Mayor Lincoln March.

Of course, in the elite class, there are still a small number of people who are deeply involved with the gangs, trying to instruct some mouthpiece organizations to spread rumors and incite public opinion.

However, once the stupid or bad public intellectuals and the media who received the instruction came forward, they were criticized and scolded by the people of the whole city, and even violent citizens put bullets in envelopes directly as The mail was sent to the heads of those TV stations.

The people in other places may be stupid and clumsy, and may be led by the nose by the unscrupulous media, but for Gotham, where the folk customs are simple and honest, the people here really live a life of darkness.

"In Gotham, the law must first protect ordinary people. As for those criminals, who cares about their freedom and human rights! Go to death."

The tsunami of the people in Gotham was unstoppable. For a time, the city was clean and peaceful, and the crime rate was frighteningly low.

Gotham has successfully reversed the inherent impression of "Crime Capital", and all of this has nothing to do with the dark knight who claims to be "justice". It has to be said that it is a great irony.

(End of this chapter)