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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nAlice, then, had gone on to comment casually, “Say, for example, you suffer a serious injury or some cancerous cells happen to invade your entire body, I can separate your head from your body to transplant it onto another suitable one.”

nThe man clenched his throat when he heard her spine-chilling description. “Forget it!”

nThere was no other younger member than Alice in the team. She went up to the man and gave him a gentle hug. “Second master, I heard that you want to entrust someone to our care?”

nHe nodded.

nWhile on the way to the observation center, Yun Yecheng was given a tranquilizer onboard the plane and was in a drowsy state ever since.

nAlice circled the old man on the trolley once and flung the white sheet off him suddenly. After putting on a pair of sterile gloves, she unbuttoned his clothes to study his injuries again.

n“Hm… It’s concentrated sulfuric acid.”

n“Yes.”

n“He was seriously burned on the upper torso.”

nGong Jie explained, “The sulfuric acid was splashed on him headlong, so you can say that no skin was left untouched.”

nThe woman retorted casually, “Well, at least, the face is completely destroyed.”

n“Is there any hope for him?” asked the man nervously.

nThe lady gave him a glance, shrugged her shoulders, and threw an innocent question back at him, instead. “Isn’t he still alive now?”

n“The doctor back in my country told us that he’s not completely out of danger yet.”

nThe lady smiled graciously and replied offhandedly, “If you’re asking if he’s still alive, then my answer to you is: As long as there’s still a breath left in him, I can keep him alive.”

n“His larynx and many functional organs have been destroyed; can you do anything about that?” asked the man again.

n“Yes! We can try to do something about that.”

n“Are you able to recover these functions for him?”

n“You mean to let him talk again?”

n“That’s right.”

nThe lady mulled for a while before saying, “If you give me sufficient time, I can heal his damaged organs with gene-regeneration.”

nThis put the man at ease finally.

nHowever, as he watched the lady examining the old man with extraordinary interest, he could tell, there and then, what was on her mind as glints of serious ambition surfaced in her peepers.

nIs she going to use him as a guinea pig?

n“I’m thinking of doing a head transplant operation recently.”

nThe man was struck speechless.

nThe lady looked past her shoulder and asked, “Can I use him for my experiment?”

n“You can’t, ” he answered resolutely.

n“Why not?” She was puzzled. To her, the old man was unquestionably a wreck.

nThe crucial point was, she no longer held interest in performing surgeries, which she had long gotten tired of. Reconstructing functional organs was something very simple, and she was sick of it at this point.

nHead transplantation, on the other hand, was something she was eager to try.

nAlthough some risks would be involved, look, would this not be a fantastic opportunity being presented to her now?

nGong Jie quickly replied, “He’s… someone very important to me. You can’t use him as a guinea pig!”

n“Who is he to you?”

n“He’s my…” The young man did not know how to explain their relationship.

nCan I tell her upfront that he’s my sister’s adoptive father?

nThis answer would be too abrupt for Alice.

nThus, the only explanation he could provide was: “No matter what, you aren’t allowed to touch him for your experiments. Cure him, or at the very least, alleviate his suffering. Can you restore his facial features?”

n“There’s a fifty percent possibility for that.”

n“Fifty percent?”

n“It’s simple enough to do a skin transplant, but we aren’t a beauty salon here, so we can’t promise that we can restore his former looks. That’s why I give it fifty percent.”

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