Chapter 1360: Chapter 607: Pathological Change (2)

The round bulging quilt on the bed continued to emit screams, occasionally accompanied by malicious curses.

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!! It’s all your fault! It’s all brother’s fault! It’s because of you that I became like this! Became like this!!!"

The shrill voice was quite unsettling, and I looked at Song Zhenrong with suspicion.

Fang Yu realized that Song Zhenrong must have concealed some quite important matters; otherwise Song Xi wouldn’t have reacted this way.

"Would you two please wait a moment."

Afraid of agitating his sister, Song Zhenrong had Fang Yu and the others wait in place, while he cautiously approached the big bed where Song Xi was located.

"It’s Divine Doctor Ding here, sister, don’t you remember? Divine Doctor Ding saved you..."

"Quack doctor! Kill that quack doctor! My face... my body... sob sob sob sob! sob sob sob sob!"

After losing her mind, Song Xi began crying incessantly.

By this time, Song Zhenrong had already reached the bedside, sitting on the bed and comforting Song Xi through the quilt. Fang Yu remembered...

The last time they saw Song Xi, her body was severely swollen, like a bloated corpse...

Wait!

Could it be that even after the injuries healed, such swelling actually wouldn’t diminish...

Fang Yu suddenly glanced at Ding Hui, the latter merely blinked her glistening big eyes.

It should have been obvious earlier, this was Ding Hui’s work; the patients could end up in any state. Taking risks and going against the norm was Ding Hui’s trademark...

When it comes to ordinary doctors, they may not even be able to save someone, being alive is already not bad.

Beside the bed, Song Zhenrong had almost finished the comforting.

The Miracle Doctor Mo he had invited, because the Foolish Underworld also had demands, had been transferred back to work ages ago. Plus, his sister’s bad temper had long provoked the Miracle Doctor Mo’s dissatisfaction. Once he left, it’s really hard to get him back.

However, now that Divine Doctor Ding was here, everything was no longer a problem.

Even with his sister becoming like this, Divine Doctor Ding should have a way to rescue her...

Under Song Zhenrong’s comforting, the woman wrapped like a zongzi, trembling all over, slowly unveiled a bit of the quilt’s height, revealing a big, swollen bald head without any hair.

The head looked like it had been soaked in water for countless years, with bulging eyes like a fish, and a nose so small it was invisible, a mouth so swollen it nearly occupied half the face... The whole combination of facial features was simply atrocious, completely like a demon, an outcast, hideous and abstract to the extreme.

Yet judging from the blood volume, she seemed quite healthy, returning to the blood volume of a thousand blood.

[Song Xi:1305/3000.]

In terms of data... this figure was not only healthy but also recovered well in strength, showing how brilliant Ding Hui’s miraculous hands were.

However, from a human angle...

Damn it, the species might have been converted.

"Oh↓ oh↑ oh↑~"

Ding Hui seemed to have learned some strange intonation from Guo Yuxin, her voice rising higher than the last, striding towards Song Xi.

If it were the previous Song Xi, she would have exploded with a bad temper long ago, but now, she only seemed to feel inferior, ashamed, bowing her head so low she didn’t dare look at anyone.

The transformation in appearance could impact personality to such a degree, surprising Fang Yu.

No wonder women love to wear makeup; looking good indeed boosts confidence.

At this moment, Song Xi’s big head and ears resembled a fish-headed monster, simply unbearable to look at.

But in Ding Hui’s eyes, it was perfect experimental material, and she even leaned closer, scrutinizing carefully, and reached out to feel the greasy, slimy membrane on Song Xi’s face, akin to fish oil.

"Interesting! Based on appearance alone, it’s a mixture of human and demon, yet not entirely human nor demon. As for the specifics, only an examination will reveal... Oh, and the severed hand is still unknown, and what’s the situation with the laying of eggs, have those eggs shown signs of hatching?"

Of course, there’s a case... otherwise, Song Zhenrong wouldn’t have come rushing to find someone.

"Please let Divine Doctor Ding have a look, once Divine Doctor Ding sees it, the illness will be cured..."

Song Zhenrong continued to soothe.

Perhaps because that fish-headed had been seen, there was a bit of a sense of abandonment, Song Xi simply tore off the quilt.

The next second, Fang Yu suddenly felt as if his eyes were blinded.

Because Song Xi was actually nude.

But in a certain sense, this nudity had little to do with being human, more resembling a beast, a demon, exposing themselves to be seen.

Underneath the huge head were layer upon layer of folds.

The body was so fat it was extremely wrinkly, each layer underneath was just folds, bloated folds overlapping each other, loose skin dragging along like a pile of rotten flesh on the bed, merely looking at it was nauseating.

And the most horrific part would be Song Xi’s heap of rotten flesh was actually covered with quite a few swelling pustules, each pustule turning into a thick, translucent yellow, inside where some insect eggs lay dormant in the pus.

Where the hand should have been amputated, it was replaced with a vividly alive octopus tentacle, the suckers on the tentacle pulsating, opening and closing like a living thing, seemingly under Song Xi’s control, crossed with the intact fat human arm, forming a curled up posture.

If this tentacle arm genuinely obeyed Song Xi’s command, it really felt a bit like a Demon Martial Artist...

Wait!

Why am I also becoming like Ding Hui, viewing this thing academically!

No, no! Near ink, one becomes black! I’m a normal person! Can’t let my views be skewed!

"Interesting... quite interesting!"

"But how did it become like this... Ah! I get it! Fooled it, as it’s fooled, with the blood of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon..."

"No, the insect eggs don’t make sense, wait! Could it be the essence of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon is actually..."

Ding Hui mumbled to herself, muttering some incomprehensible words.

She even had her finger turn to Ice Crystal, wanting to poke the pustules, scaring Song Zhenrong into hurriedly stopping her.

But it was too late.

With a pop, the pustule was punctured, and the insect eggs inside immediately reacted as if stimulated, sprouting countless small tentacles, boring into the flesh, deep within Song Xi’s body!

"Divine Doctor Ding!"

Song Zhenrong sighed.

He had tried puncturing the pustules long ago, if it were useful, he wouldn’t need to invite Ding Hui over, he could have punctured them all himself.

Even the issue of puncturing the pustules wasn’t about the insect eggs burrowing into Song Xi’s body, but the fact that the insect eggs in other nearby pustules all sparked a chain reaction.

"Interesting! A chain reaction, like a death message directly transmitted to other insect eggs..."

Ding Hui’s eyes grew ever brighter.

She had studied the corpse of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon, and heard Fang Yu talk about the Defiled Blood Clone Demon’s characteristics, now in combination with Song Xi’s current situation, indeed had similarities.

"Divine Doctor Ding, is there any hope for my sister?" Song Zhenrong asked anxiously.

Ding Hui curiously glanced at him.

"What do you mean by hope? She’s already saved, isn’t she?"

Song Zhenrong was momentarily speechless.

Saved, indeed, she was saved; however, living in this manner... might as well have killed Song Xi.

Could it be she would live with this appearance for the rest of her life? And she hasn’t even married, still a young maiden...

"Divine Doctor Ding..."

Song Zhenrong pleaded as he looked at Ding Hui.

"Rest assured, I can save lives, and I can naturally restore her original appearance."

It’s just a matter of wielding the blade, carving out a similar appearance.

Though entirely identical was unlikely, maintaining a human semblance wasn’t difficult.

However, before that...

Ding Hui greedily stared at Song Xi, curled up and trembling on the bed.

This indeed was an incredibly intriguing experimental material.

Aside from the anticipated tentacle arm, everything else deviated entirely from the initial judgment, yet leaned more towards the demon side!

Blood... was Song Xi infected with the blood of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon, which triggered a qualitative change in my retained methods!