Chapter 85

After licking it once, Mu Xinyue turned to get the scissors from the desk.

At the same time, the muscles at the stump of Lin Changqing’s left arm began to writhe, growing out half an inch like a sprout. Although the flesh was still exposed, his complexion improved a lot, and he seemed to no longer be in pain.

Bai Xuechao guessed that Mu Xinyue’s saliva also had an anesthetic-like effect.

Mu Xinyue returned with the scissors and cut off the remaining sleeve on Lin Changqing’s left side, revealing a half-arm with scorched red skin, covered with burn marks, a horrifying sight.

Bai Xuechao recognized at a glance that it was an electrical thermal burn caused by electricity. Thinking for a moment about who could have injured him, it wasn’t hard to guess it was Duan Xingzhi.

Mu Xinyue’s crimson lips landed on Lin Changqing’s severed arm. Her tongue carefully licked over the marks of his electrical burns, and the skin, at a speed visible to the naked eye, faded from a shocking scorched red back to its normal appearance. Her lips continued to move down, covering a part of the muscle at the stump, a piece of white bone peeking out from the flesh.

Lin Changqing had also recovered by now and showed a somewhat stiff smile, “That… do you not have any more of your ‘potion’?”

“Little Xuechao, you’re staring so hard your eyes are straight—” Yuan Lan’s smiling face suddenly appeared in front of Bai Xuechao, “Is Mu Xinyue’s way of healing that attractive to you?”

Bai Xuechao felt that in this moment, his innocence was gone.

What’s so attractive about it!

But in a way, his eyes were indeed straight.

Bai Xuechao tried his best to maintain a calm expression and said, “No, I’m just a little surprised by her healing method.”

“Eh? I thought you wouldn’t be surprised,” Yuan Lan rubbed his chin and said with some regret, “I should have taken a picture of you just now, what a miscalculation.”

At the same time, a conversation was also taking place on the other side.

Mu Xinyue stood up straight, hands on her hips, “You think I want to lick it? I used up all the ‘potion’ last night, and I haven’t made a new batch yet!”

She might have felt that she was being disliked, and said angrily, “I saw your situation was urgent and licked it for you, and you’re being picky?!”

“My bad, my bad,” Lin Changqing quickly admitted his mistake, raising his hands in a surrender gesture with a bitter smile, “It’s my honor to be licked by Miss Mu.”

Because his left arm hadn’t fully grown back, this scene looked both a bit comical and a bit like bullying a “disabled person”.

He had to admit his mistake; he could offend anyone but the healer.

Bai Xuechao was distractedly listening to the terrible conversation between Mu Xinyue and Lin Changqing. From the “last night” in their conversation, he guessed that the “potion” they were talking about was probably used on him.

He asked Yuan Lan, “What’s the potion they’re talking about?”

After asking, he then asked Xiao 6 faintly in his mind, “Mu Xinyue didn’t lick me yesterday, did she…”

According to what Yuan Lan had said before, his situation last night was very dangerous, and he had almost ended up in an urn.

Most healing-type special abilities could only heal external wounds and restore the body to its original state. A small number also had other effects. Who knew which type Mu Xinyue belonged to?

Bai Xuechao: I’m numb.

Actually, Bai Xuechao also had a healing-type special ability. It was the first special ability he obtained through Devourment after being brought into the Dark Organization, and it was Jiang Yunyi who had helped him obtain it.

His healing-type special ability could only self-heal external wounds and couldn’t heal others.

It wasn’t passive; using the ability required him to remain conscious and not lose consciousness, such as by fainting. The side effect was also prone to triggering his heart problems. And because of a defect from Devourment, blood loss couldn’t be replenished with this ability.

Therefore, this ability could only be used by himself.

It was a bit of a chicken rib. In the past, every time he had surgery, Jiang Yunyi, to prevent him from using his ability to self-heal and trigger the side effects while his body was weak, would have other healing-type special ability users heal his surgical incisions. And he rarely got injured in his daily life, so this ability hadn’t been used for a long time.

Xiao 6 answered loudly, “Host, rest assured, she didn’t lick you!”

At the same time, Yuan Lan began to explain, “The potion is made from Mu Xinyue’s saliva as the stock solution. It can heal external wounds, remove toxins, and relieve pain.”

Xiao 6 was still chattering away: “I watched the whole process of you being rescued last night. At the beginning, Mu Xinyue was giving you CPR alone and couldn’t do anything else. Then Yuan Lan came and broke three of your ribs while giving you CPR. Later, Mu Xinyue injected two shots of that potion into your chest to help your bones grow back.”

Rib fractures are a common complication of CPR. When performing compressions, who has time to worry about the ribs? It wasn’t the first or second time Bai Xuechao had his ribs broken during a rescue.

It was just that the potion made from Mu Xinyue’s saliva was injected into his body, which made him feel that there might be a slight hygiene issue. But it wasn’t a big deal. If he thought of the saliva as the special ability of a special ability user, it would feel much better.

After all, it was no longer ordinary saliva!

Bai Xuechao: Heh, what kind of scene haven’t I seen?

…Sorry, this is actually the first time I’ve seen saliva made into an injectable solution.

“Don’t worry!” Yuan Lan might have seen what Bai Xuechao was thinking, or perhaps everyone who knew about Mu Xinyue’s special ability had the same doubt. He smiled and explained, “The potion is very clean, and it doesn’t have a strange taste. All the cadres in the Apocalypse Society have drunk it.”

Bai Xuechao: “…”

Drunk, drunk it?!

You Apocalypse Society people are too perverted!

Bai Xuechao immediately asked, “Have you drunk it?”

“I said the cadres have all drunk it,” Yuan Lan said without changing his expression, “I’m the boss, of course I haven’t drunk it.”

Bai Xuechao: “…”

He couldn’t help but let out a cold snort.

But on second thought, it made sense. Yuan Lan’s own special ability could absorb the life force of his puppets to heal external wounds, so why would he need to drink someone else’s saliva? To put it crudely, this stuff was just spit.

Over there, Mu Xinyue had finished treating Lin Changqing.

Lin Changqing moved his newly grown arm and came to Yuan Lan’s side, putting his arm on his shoulder.

“Brother, you’ve brought back a big problem this time,” Lin Changqing showed a mask-like, fake smile, “Do you know what I’ve been through? I was just trying to make a deal and was almost beaten to death by that Duan Xingzhi from the Dark Organization. If I hadn’t used the ‘token’ to teleport back in time, you would have been collecting my corpse… no, maybe there wouldn’t even be a corpse.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t die,” Yuan Lan patted his arm with a smile, “It’s more likely that they’d capture you alive and trade you for Little Xuechao. Missing an arm or a leg during the capture process, isn’t that a very normal thing?”

Lin Changqing felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.

“By the way!” Yuan Lan gestured towards Bai Xuechao with both hands, as if showing off a treasure, “Little Xuechao has already agreed to join the Apocalypse Society! What do you think, am I good at poaching?”

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