Broken Lake Prison, treatment room.
"As long as I keep silent, will you assume that I'm still asleep?"
Ash opened his eyes and stared at the medic who was fiddling with his face.
There was a badge with the work number 222 hanging on the medical technician's clothes, and it was obviously the medical technician from last time.
"If you don't want your face to be ruined, close your eyes!"
"okay."
The medical technician fiddled with it for a few more minutes before letting go of his face. "Okay, you can get up now. Here, the apple you asked for last time."
Ash quickly got up and touched his face, breathing a sigh of relief. Next to the bedside table was a plate of apples cut into the shape of rabbits, with toothpicks stuck on them. Ash picked up one and ate it in one bite.
"Luckily, it's okay. Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. None of them are missing. I thought I was making a contribution to species diversity."
"I'm helping you with surgery, how can you doubt me?"
The healer crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look angry, but she was wearing a crow mask and her voice was processed through the mask, so Ash was not afraid and even stretched out his hand.
"what?"
"Didn't you say that if I asked you to have plastic surgery, you would pay me?"
"Oh." The medical technician took out her wallet obediently, but she immediately realized: "I said so yesterday, but you didn't agree!"
"So did you perform plastic surgery on me?"
"Plastic surgery is complicated, not as simple as you think—"
"So that's what you did?"
"It was just a small operation... How much do you want?"
"Give me a silver coin."
The healer was obviously relieved. He lowered his head and rummaged through his wallet. He looked up and asked, "How about gold coins? I don't have any change."
Ash, who had always been eating the government's food, had no idea about the economic system of this world and was surprised: It turns out that silver coins in this world are treated as change given to beggars
One really dares to give, the other really dares to take. When Ash took the gold coins, he felt a surge of joy in the depths of his consciousness.
As his palms felt warm, Ash seemed to see a human baby in pajamas patting his bulging belly, lying back and sleeping soundly.
He looked down at the gold coin and felt that it had become a little smaller. At this rate of consumption, it would probably last a year.
What? Feeding a magic spirit is quite simple.
Although Ash was the kind of person who would hit people for no reason, he had a reason for asking for money this time.
After all, Jian Ji told him that sorcerers need money to feed, and he has no money, so he can only find a way to get some money from people with lower IQs for backup.
Ash put the gold coins into the bag with satisfaction and asked casually, "So what kind of plastic surgery did you perform on me?"
"Drew's forehead skin extension and wrinkle removal procedure, in simple terms, is to remove forehead wrinkles."
The medical technician paused, then slowly stood up and looked down at Ash with a crow's mouth: "I am willing to do this operation for you, you should kowtow to me. You should know that forehead wrinkles affect a person's appearance. A Drew operation outside costs a lot of money-"
"What? You actually removed my most handsome and manly forehead wrinkles?"
Ash was furious: "This unscrupulous medical technician actually took advantage of the patient's sleep to disfigure her and took away her most beautiful face. Is there any law or reason here? This is a medical malpractice, this is murder for money!"
The medic was stunned by Ash's counterattack. After a moment's pause, he opened his wallet again.
"How much do you want?"
"Hey, don't do that. I'm not such a casual person." Ash refused righteously: "I'm not the kind of criminal who would use leverage to coerce and bribe others into working like slaves for me."
The healer pondered for a moment.
"Please sit here for a while. I'll look for news reports about you..."
"In short!" Ash quickly pulled the medic 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 technician was startled and quickly knocked Ash's hand away, crossing his arms over his chest to defend himself, allowing Ash to finally feel the dignity of a death row prisoner.
But Ash was also a little curious: "Why not?"
"This is the rule of Broken Lake Prison. Medical technicians are not allowed to communicate with prisoners privately. If they are found out, they will be dismissed from their position as medical technicians. In serious cases, they may even be sent to prison!"
"So... we're going to be cellmates soon?"
"If you have any questions, ask them quickly, and leave quickly after asking them."
The medic didn't seem to care much about this rule, and Ash felt that she wanted to take a long unpaid vacation.
"Is the elf who fought me to death still alive?"
"His injuries were less severe than yours, and he left long ago."
"Is the injury minor?"
"His throat was only cut, which is nothing. Others healed him in a few minutes. It took me more than an hour to grow your flesh back."
The medic spread his hands, not looking like he was lying.
Ash looked at his intact thighs and shoulders, and wondered if the treatment costs here were measured by kilograms
The more flesh you lose, the harder it is to treat. Cutting the throat and blowing up the head are not a big deal
So the butt is the high-risk organ here? Is the butt more important than the head
"Any questions? Hurry up."
"I also want to ask if there is a place in the prison where you can trade spirits. I feel a bit lonely as a man living alone, so I want to keep some pets..."
The medic stared at Ash.
"I'm going to report you for plotting to escape from prison."
"I'm already a death row inmate. Even if you report me, can you still increase my sentence?"
"Sure. After you die once, I'll revive you and let you die again."
"What, there is such a thing!?"
"Of course not. This is a waste of taxpayers' money and inhumane. This type of repeated execution was banned a hundred years ago."
"Does that mean that the prisoners sentenced to death a hundred years ago might have to die many times..."
"In short, I won't answer your question." The medical doctor folded his hands and said, "Death row prisoners like you should just become our medical materials and die when you can no longer be used."
"You unexpectedly have a very positive outlook..."
"How can you tell that my values are not right?"
"After all, you've been talking to a death row inmate like me for so long. I thought you were a rebellious kid who would be curious about criminals."
"I, I'm not curious. If I were really curious, I would just go read the news reports."
The medic said as he packed up the treatment equipment. Ash jumped off the bed and swung his thighs and shoulders.
The operation was successful. Apart from the fact that the skin color of a certain piece of flesh on the thigh and shoulder was obviously one shade lighter than the surrounding area, there were no major problems.
"If I say I was wronged, would you believe me?"
"Don't think I'm so easy to fool." The medical doctor sneered: "Since the introduction of the memory evidence system, there has been no false conviction. The Criminal Investigation Department must have discovered the process of your crime from your memory before convicting you-"
"No, the Criminal Investigation Department did not take memory evidence from my brain."
"How can it be-"
"You can check the reports, but the Criminal Investigation Department really didn't take my memory. I was really wronged."
Ash was very confident. Not to mention that the criminal was Heath and not him, Ash, what was more important was that he didn't even have any memory of Heath, so he had no psychological burden when saying this.
The medic looked at Ash suspiciously.
"You didn't lie to me?"
"I'm lying to you. I've never received overtime pay in my life."
"If you dare to lie to me, you're dead. You'd better pray that you don't get hurt again. Otherwise, if you fall into my hands, I will change your race and gender!"
The doctor's words had a huge impact on Ash's young mind - he wanted to see the multi-racial health care industry in another world, but he never thought that the medical technology in this world had reached the point where even race and gender could be changed!
Can you still trust a beautiful girl when you see her on the street? Is there still trust between people
"But even if you say that, I can't answer you."
The doctor spread his hands.
"The magical powers of you death row prisoners are all restricted. The first step in trading magical spirits is that the seller uses magical power to release the magical spirit, and the buyer uses magical power to reactivate the magical spirit. Without the use of magical power, you can neither release nor activate the magical spirit."
Magic power actually has an effect similar to key authentication. Ash increasingly feels that magic power is really a universal energy source. He will not be surprised to hear that magic power has Bluetooth function.
No wonder the prison doesn't seal their magic spirits. On the one hand, it may be that the magic spirits cannot be restrained. On the other hand, as long as their magic power is restricted, they will not be able to cause any trouble.
Ash still didn't give up: "Is there no hope at all? Isn't there a place like the Death Fighting Club that can help us unlock the restrictions on our magic power?"
After exploring the virtual world, Ash realized that finding all the magic spirits he needed in the virtual world was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. If he had enough time, it would not be impossible to find a needle in a haystack, but the problem was that Ash didn't have much time left.
Although Yaxiu is not risk-averse, he is willing to bet on probability, but he is unwilling to be without hedging means. Just like the company makes them work overtime 996 and also buys them health insurance, whether the employees die suddenly or not, the company wins. As an outstanding employee of the year, Yaxiu naturally understands such an excellent company culture and is always ready for the back-up.
If he could find a magic spirit trading platform, even if everything Ash picked up in the virtual world was garbage, he would still have a chance to sell it and recover his losses.
"Yes, didn't you know?"
The medical technician's answer was beyond Ash's expectations. "Why would I know that?"
"Because this is an experience that all death row inmates will go through at least once... Oh yeah, you've only been in prison for a few days, so you haven't had time yet."
Ash immediately understood what she meant.
"Blood Moon Trial?"