Only after the nurse was far away did he drop the facade. Turning, he met Ye Xuechun’s horrified stare. “You… you licked Xueqing?”
His face was that of someone who’d seen a massive pervert.
Fu Wuxuan: “…” Idiot.
He walked over and unlocked the iron cuffs on Ye Xuechun’s wrists with a key. “I’ll go handle your discharge papers first.”
Ye Xuechun: “We need discharge papers?”
Freakishly humanized.
Fu Wuxuan felt a bit mentally exhausted. “Without discharge papers, you planning to bust out?”
He hooked his lip. “Don’t forget, before they mutate, they’re still wearing human skins. And humans follow human rules.”
Yun Xueqing listened to their exchange, then abruptly asked, “What exactly is a Weird Domain?”
He meant: Were the things inside real or illusory?
After two domains, in his view, the people in Weird Domains were indistinguishable from outsiders when normal.
Before stimulation, they seemed like living people, not terrifying monsters.
Fu Wuxuan shook his head slightly. “No one fully understands Weird Domains.”
He peeled off the gloves stuck to his hands, speaking leisurely. “But the official line is that Weird Domains are realms constructed by the Weird based on history that once occurred.”
What they were experiencing might be events that had truly happened.
With that, Fu Wuxuan left the room, leaving Yun Xueqing to ponder silently.
Recalling Ye Xuechun hadn’t been sedated, Yun Xueqing said flatly, “Can you check the label on Shen Qing’s bed?”
Ye Xuechun nodded obediently, got off the bed, squatted slightly, and read the sticker on Shen Qing’s bed aloud softly. “Shen Qing, 18 years old, suffers from depression. Recommended for Skull Perforation… No, Frontal Lobotomy!”
The original label said Skull Perforation Surgery, but the treatment plan had been changed later—”Skull Perforation” crossed out and altered to “Frontal Lobotomy.”
Ye Xuechun had read plenty of books and watched quite a few movies and TV shows. Many horror films mentioned frontal lobotomies.
The brain’s each hemisphere was divided into four lobes, with the frontal lobe being the largest. After removal, a person lost many functions, including a large part of their personality—essentially becoming a walking corpse. The only similarity to a normal person was that they could still breathe.[1]
Most ironically, this extremely inhumane surgery had earned its founder the Nobel Prize in Medicine. It had even been widely used to treat mentally ill patients who didn’t obey management.[2]
Thinking that Shen Qing was about to be dragged off for this kind of surgery, Ye Xuechun couldn’t help but shiver.
Just then, Fu Wuxuan returned and nodded to the two of them. “We can go.”
Yun Xueqing asked, “They didn’t give you any trouble?”
Getting a Weird to relent shouldn’t have been easy.
Fu Wuxuan replied breezily, “I’m a Sea Turtle elite. Just a flick of the lips gets it done.”
Yun Xueqing didn’t buy his nonsense. His gaze fell on the other’s hand—though subtle, he could still make out tiny wounds.
Fu Wuxuan noticed his gaze and helplessly raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t so perceptive.”
He bent his arm lazily behind his neck. “I politely discussed the discharge with them, but the one handling it wouldn’t comply, so I had to use some minor tricks.”
Yun Xueqing’s eyes flickered. “What did you do?”
“This?” His tone was casual. “I hung that rebellious guy on an iron rack and beat him for five minutes.”
He beat him until he was red-hot and revealed his Weird form.
“…Did he relent?”
“No, he passed out. I signed the discharge consent form. Should be about the same.”
“…”
The person responsible for discharge procedures was knocked out, so they had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a live one. They took the two watered-down consent forms and hoped for the best.
Surprisingly, it went smoothly. Though the hospital was reluctant to let them go, under Fu Wuxuan’s maneuvering, they made it out.
Yun Xueqing couldn’t move his body, so Fu Wuxuan carried him on his back the whole way.
Lying on Fu Wuxuan’s back, Yun Xueqing sensed something and turned his head to look at the hospital’s main entrance. A massive banner hung above it.
It read: “Healers with compassionate hearts, miraculous hands bring the dying back to life—Peaceful Hospital” in twelve large characters.
He calmly withdrew his gaze, only to hear someone shout at the entrance, “Yun Xueqing! Ye Xuechun!”
The three of them looked over together and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly and a balding pate striding toward them. “You’ve been discharged? Peaceful Hospital is efficient as always.”
He glanced behind them. “Where’s Shen Qing?”
Yun Xueqing observed silently, while Fu Wuxuan stepped forward as the social handler. “Shen Qing is still in surgery.”
“So slow,” the middle-aged man grumbled a couple of times before finally noticing Fu Wuxuan. “And you are?”
Fu Wuxuan smiled. “Their attending physician.”
“I see.” The middle-aged man couldn’t care less about him and looked coldly toward Yun Xueqing on his back. “Since the surgery’s done, it’s time to head back to school for class.”
None of the three spoke, speculating about his identity.
The middle-aged man didn’t mind their cold attitude at all. His fleshy face twisted into what could only be called a fanatical grin. “After the skull perforation surgery, you should be even smarter now. Our school teamed up with the orphanage and shelled out a fortune in medical fees for you, all in hopes you’d make something of yourselves. Don’t disappoint us!”
His smile slowly widened. “There’s an exam tonight. It’s a shame Shen Qing missed it, but I’m really looking forward to your results!”
Ye Xuechun was dumbfounded by his speech.
No wonder their profiles said they were 18—their current identities were high school students!
Yun Xueqing frowned, roughly understanding the situation. Fu Wuxuan cut in first. “Yun Xueqing’s anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet. I’m afraid he can’t take the test.”
A perfectly reasonable request, but the middle-aged man’s face darkened. He wasn’t having it. “Ye Xuechun’s fine—why not him? There’s only a month left until the college entrance exam, the most critical time. We can’t waste a single minute or second!”
His eyes carried a chilling malice, like a cold serpent, venomous and ill-intentioned. “The college entrance exam is the most important moment in a person’s short life, the only chance to escape Anle Town and the mountains. Fail the exam, and you’re stuck here forever—might as well die.”
He enunciated each word ruthlessly. “Doctor, lingering uselessly in this town—you want to waste his time, kill him, ruin his life?”
Full of crooked nonsense, Fu Wuxuan let it go in one ear and out the other.
But this middle-aged man seemed to be a middle school teacher, and Fu Wuxuan’s indifference clearly violated his rules.
His body began to mutate. His narrow slit-like eyes stretched longer and longer, and his body started expanding sideways.
As his body mutated, he shouted from his mouth, “Go take the exam! Go take the exam!”
Seeing him like this, Fu Wuxuan readily changed his tune. “We’re heading to school right now.”
He had patrolled the entire hospital earlier and found no powerful Weirds there—it was probably just a transit station. The master of this Weird Domain was likely hiding in the school.
This teacher in front of him had a higher degree of Weirdification than most doctors and nurses in the hospital. The school probably had plenty of high-level Weirds, and that B-Rank Weird was hiding there too.
Hearing his compliance, the middle-aged man’s mutation halted, and he slowly reverted to human form. “Let’s go,” he said urgently.
He hailed a taxi with lavish flair and had the two get in.
Fu Wuxuan was about to follow when the middle-aged man stopped him. “Irrelevant personnel from outside the school are prohibited from following—for the students’ safety.”
Fu Wuxuan compliantly got out. “Alright.”
He nodded to Yun Xueqing. “Stay calm. And wait for me.”
Before Yun Xueqing could respond, the car door slammed shut. The taxi driver floored it, speeding up to 200 km/h while muttering, “Can’t waste the students’ time… Can’t waste the students’ time.”
In just a few minutes, they arrived at the school gates, just in time for evening self-study.
Yun Xueqing still couldn’t move, so Ye Xuechun helped him out.
Emerging from the taxi, his narrow field of view suddenly widened. He saw the sign above the gate: “Dragoncry Middle School” in four large characters.
Beside it was the school motto: on the left, “Born in hardship, perish in comfort”; on the right, “Hope your child becomes a dragon, shocking the world with one cry.”
The middle-aged man’s voice came from nearby. “I’ll carry you.”
Ye Xuechun got clever at that moment and quickly said, “Let me do it. I wouldn’t dare trouble the teacher.”
But Ye Xuechun was skinny and only 1.7 meters tall—struggling to support the 1.8-meter Yun Xueqing.
The middle-aged man’s expression soured. “Don’t waste time! Efficiency! Efficiency!”
Seeing him on the verge of mutating again, Yun Xueqing said, “Let the teacher do it.”
Unable to dissuade him, Ye Xuechun had no choice but to let the middle-aged man carry him into the school.
Lying on the Weird’s back, Yun Xueqing felt no fear at all.
The man’s back was broad, but even through his clothes, there was a chilling yin coldness and stickiness, like lying on an octopus.
Yun Xueqing ignored the sensation and let him jostle him into the teaching building.
They entered a classroom. It wasn’t large, with a teacher lecturing and over twenty students sitting ramrod straight below, listening attentively.
The middle-aged man placed him against a seat, seemingly afraid to disrupt the class. Without a word, he decisively left the room.
As time passed, Yun Xueqing, seated in the chair, gradually regained some sensation in his body.
The male teacher on the podium lectured passionately, and the students listened intently.
Everything seemed so ordinary at that moment, as if they weren’t in a Weird Domain but attending a normal school class.
It would have been perfect if the entire class hadn’t been completely motionless, like lifeless puppets.
Halfway through, the teacher’s voice abruptly stopped. He excitedly pulled a stack of test papers from his black briefcase. “You’ve got the earlier points down, right? Now, time for the biology exam!”
He distributed the papers, revealing a grotesque smile identical to the middle-aged man’s. “Same old rules: students who fail will have the teacher personally demonstrate biology questions on your body. You’ll remember them for life.”
The test was passed down. Yun Xueqing still couldn’t move and could only glance at the questions with his eyes.
It started with multiple choice:
1. Which part of the human body is edible?
A. Brain
B. Arm
C. Heart
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