Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 322 - 322 54 There's No Coincidence in Books

322: Chapter 54: There’s No Coincidence in Books 322: Chapter 54: There’s No Coincidence in Books Weiyuan City, a lone apartment.

“Ehehehe~ Congratulations, congratulations~!

You have finally arrived at Kuku Jili Town.

However, at the home ground of the Martial Arts Association, you will need to make even more additional judgments!”

He rolled both a fifty-sided dice and a hundred-sided dice at the same time.

“Suffering from severe injuries, you receive a -50 penalty on your action dice.

On the home ground of the Martial Arts Association, the Ninjas’ actions are given a +30 bonus!

Speed contest!”

Investigators’ speed [1d50:40]

Martial Arts Association’s speed [1d100:40+30=70]

“Of course, the speed of the Martial Arts Association is faster.

So, the next development is…” The long-haired man rolled the dice, and the numbers pointed to an unusual option.

“This is quite interesting…” the long-haired man chuckled, “Then leave it up to you to unfold!

You must understand the intentions of Lord Huojin God…”

·

The fading sun shone on the shabby bungalows.

The smell of motor oil and rust lingered in the air.

Signs hung crookedly above shops, decorated with old light bulbs.

[Cheap Motel] [Budget Sushi] [Extra Large Bowl Ramen] [Romance].

This place is Kuku Jili Town in the southern part of Dahe Island, a gathering area for laborers, drivers, and repairmen.

In the past decade, the town had been accelerating downhill.

High-level automation in logistics and transportation had decreased the demand for manual labor, and the daily wages had been following this trend downwards, causing the town’s unemployment rate to hit new highs each year.

Today, the unemployed drowned their sorrows in the open-concept bar with cheap alcohol.

Going straight out of the back door of the bar and looking carefully to the right, one could find the iron sign hidden among the advertisements and graffiti: Sancun Clinic.

You must have already realized with the sharp judgment of a Ninja, that this is indeed a covert black clinic!

Sancun Jiana was a black-market doctor whose above-average medical skills and mastery of the Desolate Form could put food on the table.

Sancun had treated many people.

Ninjas, priests, private detectives, influential figures who preferred to stay out of the limelight…

There were always some people who either did not want to or could not visit legitimate medical facilities.

This was the breeding ground for unlicensed black-market doctors.

Having been in this line of work for over 30 years, he, who had originally joined for quick money, had unknowingly developed a sense of professionalism.

Stick to one line of work, love it, treat those you can treat, turn away those you can’t, and try your best to heal people; those were the secrets of a black-market doctor’s longevity.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.” Sancun remotely controlled the clinic door to open just a crack, cautiously observing the visitors through the camera.

A fainting woman, a young man close to his last breath, and a high school girl…

The injuries were filled with a white substance…

Sancun had previously worked in Weiyuan City and was all too familiar with that chaotic steel jungle after nearly 30 years.

Youth, women, and bizarre abilities, the three troublemaking elements were all there.

These were patients he couldn’t treat.

“Sorry, guests, the clinic is closed for today.

If you need help, please go to a large hospital.”

·

The door that was open just a crack closed in front of Gongsun Ce.

“We were referred here by Wildfire=san.” The Superpower User knocked again, patiently uttering the passphrase, “I really appreciate it, old man.”

He waited patiently for half a minute.

The door to Sancun Clinic opened, and an old man equipped with mechanical eyes and mechanical legs appeared before them.

The old black-market doctor scrutinized them alertly.

“The charge will be quite high.” “No problem.” “…Come in.” The old man led the three people inside.

The facilities inside Sancun Clinic were as dated as its external setting.

Without saying a word, the old black-market doctor pressed the mechanism that led the three guests through a hidden door into an underground passageway.

On the first underground level, a spacious area filled with all kinds of drugs awaited, and a door labeled “Operating Room” stood firmly shut at the end of the corridor.

The old black-market doctor donned a mask: “Tell me the situation.

Is this white stuff your ability?

What effect does it have?”

Gongsun Ce thought for a moment, then decided not to conceal the truth: “It can fill in wounds and return to its original form after some time.”

“So you’re saying that your abdomen, her arm, and that part of the body will all completely revert back after a few days?

Everything, including the inside, just as before?”

“Yes, but I dare not move any other parts.”

The old black-market doctor shook his head, troubled.

In his 30 years, this was the first time he had encountered such outrageous emergency treatment.

What kind of Impermanence Skill was this?

He had never heard of any Desolate FormMage demonstrating such capabilities.

Could it be the Void Phase or strange phase?

He motioned to Rina.

“Let’s deal with your gunshot wound and fracture first.

This will be quick.”

Rina trembled, “I don’t want an amputation…”

Don’t kids nowadays even have the basic medical knowledge?

The old black-market doctor exhaled through his nose.

“Lie down properly, or I’ll have to amputate.” “Whimper!” Rina lay down anxiously with her eyes closed.

·

By the time the surgery was finished, there was no sunlight to be seen.

The old black-market doctor came up from the basement, removed his surgical gown and mask, his voice hoarse from the lengthy surgery.

“Do you want some water, young man?”

The grey-haired youth followed right behind him.

“No thanks.

How is she?”

The surgeries for the two patients were performed one right after the other, with Gongsun Ce even providing a great deal of assistance: Sancun did not dare to disturb the areas fused by the white substance, relying entirely on Gongsun Ce’s careful adjustments.

“She’s barely out of danger now, truly was hanging by a thread before.

That injection, along with your ability, lacking either one of them would have meant instant death.” The old black-market doctor wiped off his sweat, “I need to rest a bit.

Be sure to transfer the money.

When she wakes up, you should leave.

I can’t afford to provoke your enemies.”

Gongsun Ce nodded gratefully and turned back towards the underground ward.

Watching his retreating figure, the old man marveled internally.

Was this young man really human?

Having suffered such terrible injuries and persisting until now, during which he only received one stimulating injection at his place…

Ordinary people would have collapsed, let alone Ninjas who undergo extreme training regularly.

Maybe he was a Desolate FormMage, Sancun silently speculated, or an agent of some other power.