Technician’s Manual

　　 Broken Lake Prison, treatment room.

　　 "As long as I keep silent, do you pretend that I am not awake?"

　　 Ya Xiu opened his eyes and stared straight at the medical doctor who was playing with his face.

　　 There is a [222] job number plate on the medical doctor's clothes, which is obviously the last medical doctor.

　　 "Close my eyes if you don't want a bad face!"

"okay."

　　 Waiting for a few more minutes before the medical doctor let go of his face: "Okay, you can get up. Here, the apple you said last time."

　　 Ya Xiu quickly got up and touched his face, then heaved a sigh of relief. Next to the bedside table there was a plate of apples cut into the shape of a rabbit with toothpicks inserted on them, and Ash picked up one by one.

　　 "Fortunately, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, but none of them are missing. I thought I was going to make a contribution to species diversity."

　　 "I will do surgery for you, how can you doubt me?"

　　 The medical therapist put her hands on her chest, trying to make an angry gesture, but she was wearing a crow mask, and her voice was processed by the mask. Not only was she not afraid, she even reached out her hand.

"what?"

　　 "Didn't you say that if I asked you to do cosmetic surgery, you would give me money?"

　　 "Oh." The medical doctor obediently took out her wallet, but she immediately reacted: "I said that yesterday, but you didn't agree!"

　　 "Then did you perform cosmetic surgery on me?"

　　 "Plastic surgery is very complicated, not as simple as you think—"

　　 "Is that done?"

　　 "I only did a little, but it was actually a very small operation...how much do you want?"

　　 "Give me a silver coin."

　　 The medical doctor was obviously relieved, looked down in his wallet, looked up and asked, "Can gold coins work? I don't have change."

　　A Xiu, who has been eating national food, has no idea about the economic system of this world, and was surprised: Does silver coins in this world belong to the change treatment of charity to beggars?

　　 One really dared to give, one really dared to take, and Ya Xiu received the gold coin, and he felt a burst of excitement in the depths of his consciousness.

　　 With the heat in the palm of his hand, Ya Xiu seemed to see a human cub in pajamas patted his bulging belly, and lay back and fell asleep.

　　 He looked down at the gold coin, vaguely feeling a little smaller. According to this consumption, it is estimated that it can be used for one year.

　　 What? Feeding Shu Ling is quite simple.

　　Although Ya Xiu is the one who knocks a stick when he has nothing to do, there is a reason for him to ask for money this time.

　　 After all, Jian Ji had told him that Shu Ling was fed with money, and he had no money, so he could only find a way to get some money from someone with a lower IQ.

　　 Ya Xiu put the gold coin into the bag with satisfaction, and asked casually, "Then what plastic surgery did you do for me?"

　　 "Drew's forehead skin extension and anti-wrinkle technique, in simple terms, is to lift forehead lines."

The therapist paused, stood up slowly, and looked down at Ah Xiu with the crow's mouth: "I am willing to perform this operation on you, so you should kowtow to me. You must know that the forehead lines affect a person's appearance. It takes a lot of money to get a Drew technique outside—"

　　 "What, you actually gave me the most handsome and most masculine forehead tattoo?"

Asia Xiu was furious: "The unscrupulous medical therapist actually took advantage of the patient's sleep to disfigure and take away the patient's most brilliant and beautiful face. Is there still a king here, and is there any reason? This is a medical accident, this is a murder. !"

　　 The medical doctor was stunned by Ya Xiu's counter-kill, and opened his wallet after a while.

"How much do you want?"

　　 "Hey, don't do this, I'm not such a casual person." Asia Xiu righteously refused: "I am not the kind of criminal who can use coercion and bullying to lure others into being a bull and a horse."

　　The medical therapist pondered for a moment.

　　 "You sit here for a while, I will look for news reports about you..."

　　 "Too! And! Say it!" Ya Xiu quickly pulled the medical doctor back: "I just want to ask you a few questions."

　　 "Don't ask my name, don't take off my mask, don't touch my skin!"

　　 The medical doctor was shocked, and quickly knocked off Ya Xiu's hand, folded his arms around his chest to guard against death, so that Ya Xiu finally felt his dignity as a executed prisoner.

　　 But Ya Xiu was also a little curious: "Why not allowed?"

　　 "These are the rules of the Broken Lake Prison. The medical practitioner is not allowed to communicate privately with the prisoner. If found, the medical practitioner will be dismissed from the position, and the circumstances may even lead to prison!"

　　 "It means...we will be inmates soon?"

　　 "If you have any questions, please hurry up and leave."

　　 The medical doctor didn't seem to care about this rule. A Xiu felt that she wanted to take an unpaid long vacation.

　　 "The elf who fought me to death, is still alive?"

　　 "He is less injured than you, and he left long ago."

　　 "Slightly injured?"

　　 "He just had his throat cut open. This injury is nothing. It took others a few minutes to heal him. It took me more than an hour for you to grow the flesh back."

　　 The medical therapist spreads out his hands, it doesn't look like a lie.

　　 Ya Xiu looked at his intact thighs and shoulders, and wondered if the treatment costs here are measured by the catty?

　　 The more the meat is lost, the more difficult it is to treat. Doesn't it matter if you cut your throat and headshot?

　　 In other words, the **** is considered a high-risk organ here? Butt is more important than head?

　　 "Is there any question, hurry up."

　　 "I also want to ask if there is a place to trade magic in the prison. A man living alone is a bit lonely and wants to keep a pet..."

　　 The medical therapist looked at Ya Xiu intently.

　　 "I'm going to report your unruly attempt to escape from prison."

　　 "I'm a prisoner on death row, even if you report me, can you give me more punishment?"

　　 "Yes, I will resurrect you after you die once and let you die again."

　　 "What, there is this kind of operation!?"

　　 "Of course not. This is a waste of taxpayers' money, and it is also inhumane. This kind of repeated death penalty was prohibited a hundred years ago."

　　 "In other words, the death row prisoner a hundred years ago might have to die many times..."

　　 "Anyway, I won't answer this question for you." The medical therapist said with his hands clasped, "You should honestly become our medical material for death row prisoners like you, and die honestly when it becomes unavailable."

　　 "Your unexpected three views are very positive..."

　　 "Why do you see that my three views are wrong?"

　　 "After all, you have been talking to death row prisoners like me for so long, I thought you were the kind of rebellious kid who would be curious about criminals."

　　 "I, I am not curious. If I am really curious, I can just go directly to the news report."

　　 The medical therapist said while packing up the treatment equipment, Ya Xiu jumped off the bed and wiggled his thighs and shoulders.

　　 The operation was very successful, except that the skin color of a certain piece of thigh and a certain piece of shoulder flesh was obviously whiter than the surrounding area, and there was no major problem.

　　 "If I say I was wronged, do you believe it?"

"Don't think I'm so good to cheat." The medical doctor snorted: "Since the introduction of the memory evidence system, there has been no unjust, false or wrongful case. The Hunting Office must have found your criminal process in your memory before convicting you. —"

　　 "No, the crime hunting hall didn't take the memory evidence from my mind."

"how is this possible-"

　　 "You can check the report, but the crime hunting hall really didn't take my memory, and I was really wronged."

　　 Ya repair is straightforward, not to mention that the offender is Heath instead of him, and more importantly, he has no memory of Heath, so there is no psychological burden to say this.

　　 The medical therapist looked at Ya Xiu suspiciously.

　　 "Did you lie to me?"

　　 "I lied to you that I didn't pay for overtime in my life."

　　 "If you dare to lie to me, you'll be dead. You'd better pray that you don't get hurt again, otherwise it will come to my hands and see if I don't change your race and gender!"

　　 The words of a medical doctor had a huge impact on Ah Xiu’s young mind—he also wanted to see the health care industry in a different world, and he never thought that the medical technology in this world has reached the point where even race and gender can be changed!

　　Will you believe it when you see a beautiful **** the street like this? Is there still trust between people?

　　 "But even if you say that, I can't answer you."

　　 The medical doctors stand out.

"The mana of your death row prisoners is limited. The first step in trading Shu Ling is for the seller to release the Shu Ling with his mana, and the buyer to use his mana to reactivate the Shu Ling. You cannot use the magic. Power, you can neither release Shu Ling nor activate Shu Ling."

　　The magical power actually has the effect similar to the key authentication, and Ya Xiu feels that the magical power is really a universal energy source, and it will not be surprising when he hears that the magical power has the Bluetooth function.

　　 No wonder the prison does not block their magical spirits. On the one hand, the magical spirits may not be restrained, and on the other hand, as long as their mana is limited, they will not be able to turn the wind and waves.

　　 Ya Xiu still didn't give up: "Is there no hope at all? There is no place similar to the Death Fighting Club that allows us to unlock the mana limitation?"

　　 After an exploration of the virtual realm, Ya Xiu realized that it was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack if he wanted to find all the magical spirit he needed in the virtual realm. If he was given enough time, it wouldn't be impossible to find a needle in a haystack, but the problem was that there was not much time left for Ya Xiu.

　　 Although Ya Xiu is not averse to risk, he is willing to bet his hope on probability, but he is unwilling to have no hedging means. Just as the company asked them to work overtime at 996, they also bought health insurance for them. Whether the employee died suddenly or not, the company won. As an outstanding employee of the year, Ya Xiu naturally understood such an excellent company culture and was always ready to follow suit.

　　 If you can find the Shu Ling trading platform, even if all that Ya Xiu finds in the virtual realm is rubbish, there will be a chance to get rid of the blood.

　　 "Yes, don't you know?"

　　 The medical doctor's answer was beyond the expectation of Ya Xiu, "Why would I know?"

　　 "Because this is an experience that all executed prisoners will experience at least once...Oh yes, you have just been in jail for a few days, and you haven't had time."

　　Axiu immediately understood her implication.

　　 "Blood Moon Trial?"