Yin Yang raised an eyebrow slightly.
A fungal infection?
Immune destruction?
Various diseases flashed through Yin Yang's mind, only to be dismissed one by one.
“This is a transcendent disease that feeds on the spirituality of transcendents.”
“The mode of transmission is through spores.”
Yin Yang’s pen flew across the paper, recording these details in his notebook.
“According to current intelligence analysis, using a Sequence 9 transcendent as an example:”
“During the initial infection, they will only feel slight skin itching and redness, with no other symptoms.”
“After three hours, the infection enters the second stage: numbness.”
“In this phase, the infected person's thinking becomes extremely sluggish. Even if you were to cut off their fingers or toes, they wouldn't react.”
“If the infected person sweats frequently, they will reach this stage in less than two hours.”
“This numbness stage typically lasts eight to ten hours before entering the third stage.”
“In the third stage, the infected person's skin will fester, oozing pus and blood.”
“I have analyzed the pus; it contains a large amount of dead white blood cells and cellular debris, with a significant proportion of necrotic tissue.”
“These components become a breeding ground for the spores, allowing them to grow limbs, fingers, facial features, and so on.”
“We have tried various potions, but none can kill these spores. Even if the host is completely destroyed, the spores do not die immediately.”
At this point, Mr. Yuan turned to Yin Yang.
“Did you get all that down?”
“I have, sir.”
“If it were you, what would you say it is?”
“I believe it is a fungal infection.”
“Mm.”
Mr. Yuan nodded.
“We initially thought it was a fungal infection as well, but many methods targeting fungal infections proved useless.”
“We even employed transcendent powers, yet there was still no effect. Why do you think that is?”
Mr. Yuan’s gaze toward Yin Yang was full of testing intent.
He was Yin Yang's anatomy teacher and had a very favorable impression of this student, whose hands were steadier than a machine. Thus, he was willing to mentor him.
“I think... this fungus might be like an aphrodisiac.”
“Huh?”
“What?”
As soon as Yin Yang made this comparison, all three people on the scene stared at him.
Liu Hong had a 'are you okay?' look on his face, his eyes seemingly asking if such a thing could even be mentioned in polite company.
After a brief moment of shock, Mr. Yuan and Mr. Yu both burst into laughter.
“An aphrodisiac? You mean that even though it’s a toxin, the body perceives it as a tonic?”
“An interesting thought. I believe that is indeed a possibility.”
“In that case, the growth of those body tissues in the wounds would be logical.”
The two exchanged a look and then turned back to Yin Yang.
“Then, if it were you, how would you handle it?”
Yin Yang thought seriously for a moment before sighing.
“I don't have a particularly good solution, because any method would cause a certain amount of harm to the infected.”
Hearing this, Mr. Yuan’s expression became extremely solemn.
“Zheng Yang, where are we?”
“Pardon?”
“Where are we?” Mr. Yuan asked again.
“We are in a ward.”
“Wrong!”
Mr. Yu, standing beside him, flatly rejected the answer, his expression grave.
“This is a battlefield!”
Yin Yang looked 'bewildered,' and then heard Mr. Yuan say:
“Zheng Yang, remember this: this is a battlefield. To come away with your life is already something to be grateful for.”
“As for worry, regret, or disability—those are things you deal with only after you survive. Do you understand?”
Yin Yang’s expression turned serious.
“I understand. Thank you for the guidance, sir!”
Liu Hong was stunned. He looked at Mr. Yuan, then at Yin Yang, thinking to himself that this kid must have some kind of special connection with Mr. Yuan.
“Come, follow us to the laboratory. If the research is truly successful, your name can appear alongside ours on the reports.”
This sentence made Liu Hong’s eyes turn red with envy.
If he had that kind of credential, he could stay at the school as a teacher after graduation!
“Yes, sir!”
Yin Yang agreed. Seeing this, Liu Hong hurried to raise his hand.
“Sir, may I come along? I have also put a lot of hard work into disease research.”
Liu Hong knew he was being a bit shameless.
He hadn't been invited, yet he was actively asking to join, as if he couldn't wait to share the credit.
But he couldn't help it. This was an opportunity—an opportunity to change his destiny. How could he let 'face' stop him from opening his mouth?
“Quit the nonsense and keep up,” Mr. Yu called out.
Beside him, Mr. Yuan also nodded. Liu Hong finally breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Yin Yang with a bit of embarrassment.
However, there wasn't a trace of disdain or difficulty on Yin Yang's face; there was only appreciation.
He admired people who could fight for their own opportunities.
...
Central City.
“Master Wan, the opponent's methods are quite sinister; they've actually deployed a disease weapon.”
Qin Qian placed a chess piece as he spoke, his expression very serious.
He had played chess with Wan Tianqing many times, and he had never won.
It would be one thing if he lost normally, but every single time, he lost by exactly half a point!
What kind of concept was that?
If you scored a sixty on a test, he scored a sixty-one.
If you got a seventy, he got a seventy-one!
You gave your absolute best every time, yet he remained at ease, winning by only the smallest possible margin.
Was that humility?
No!
That was humiliation!
“Didn't Wu Ji send Black Death Lolita over?”
“That disease was likely researched by her.”
Qin Qian placed another piece.
“Master Wan, do you mean to say the Idealist Society is also cooperating with Great Qi?”
Wan Tianqing shook his head and casually placed a stone.
“The Idealist Society is different from other cults. Nothing they do is surprising.”
“I simply feel that this style of operation is very much like her handiwork. Even if it isn't, she can still offer you some advice.”
Qin Qian nodded, holding a chess piece but hesitating to place it.
There were many empty spaces left on the board, but in his eyes at this moment, every step was a trap. One wrong move would mean utter ruin!
“Master Wan, when do you think it would be appropriate for the war to begin?”
Wan Tianqing looked a bit surprised. He looked up at Qin Qian.
“Your Majesty, hasn't the war already begun?”
“Hmm?”
Qin Qian finally found a suitable spot and placed his piece, only to see Wan Tianqing follow up immediately with a move of his own.
“Your Majesty, surely you don't think war only happens on the battlefield?”
“From the moment you decided to go to war, the war had already started, had it not?”
Qin Qian held a piece, falling into hesitation once more. On the opposite side, Wan Tianqing wasn't in the least bit of a hurry.
“Your Majesty, when you used the Baleful Star to eliminate the traitors, you should have already been prepared, shouldn't you?”
Qin Qian’s body shook slightly. He took the initiative to place a stone and launch an attack.
Wan Tianqing looked at that move, suddenly smiled, and calmly placed a stone.
“Victory by half a point.”
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