Chapter 383 – Creating the Theory of Dead Skin Regeneration (Part One)

In the corridor, Ye Kuang wandered casually, clearly also searching for a certain little treasure.

Unbeknownst to him, the person and treasure he was looking for suddenly came running up from behind.

“Professor, you need to come with me immediately. Something major has happened.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang’s first thought was that the little treasure might have died, but then he froze in place.

That was because the little treasure was blinking its hazy large eyes, seemingly in much better condition than before.

“Xiao Liu, are you trying to fool me?” Ye Kuang pretended to be angry.

As he spoke, he took the little treasure and gently stroked it a few times: Hmm, the fur is smooth and pleasant to the touch—seems like it’s been well cared for.

Initially, he had thought Xiao Liu was saying something had happened to the little treasure, but who would have thought…

At this moment, Ye Kuang had no choice but to follow closely behind Xiao Liu.

After all, his impersonation of a doctor was no small matter—if exposed, it would inevitably cause enormous trouble.

Little did he know, he was about to step into the eye of the storm, radiating the unparalleled aura of an urban legend.

Another intensive care unit.

Ye Kuang seemed to enter a certain state, accustomed to reading people’s expressions, and soon grasped the entire situation.

It turned out that one of the patients from the earlier fire scene seemed to be on the verge of death.

Reverend Dandao: “Master, you’re something else—you actually managed to bluff your way through. Though it was full of twists and turns, no one noticed anything amiss. This is a perfect opportunity to try our Alchemy Sect’s supreme mystical arts.”

At that moment, Ye Kuang saw everyone around him shaking their heads discreetly, collectively pronouncing the patient’s death sentence. He had no choice but to step forward and say calmly, “Let me handle this.”

Unbeknownst to him, if he hadn’t been wearing a professor’s medical coat, everyone present would have angrily scolded him for being reckless.

The reason was that the patient’s burns were far more severe than anyone had imagined—not only was the muscle tissue necrotic, but the bleeding also appeared uncontrollable. Even the patient themselves had likely given up hope.

After a brief assessment, Ye Kuang finally understood: No wonder these people were at a loss.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but suddenly declare to himself, “Everyone, no matter what I do later, I hope none of you make a sound. Otherwise, the responsibility will fall on all of you present.”

Truthfully, he had to issue this warning in advance because he was taking over the situation, and any consequences would be his to bear.

And how could those present not understand? Ye Kuang was clearly warning them: I’ll handle this—don’t gossip. Success or failure is my business. If noise causes a mishap, don’t even think about shifting the blame.

It must be said, although his mindset was pragmatic, it was undeniable that everyone endured a tense and nerve-wracking on-site treatment because of it.

Ye Kuang put on medical gloves, then brought two fingers together and, under everyone’s bewildered gazes, swiftly and decisively pressed on several acupuncture points across the patient’s body.

It was easy to imagine how scornful the onlookers were, as if watching a clown’s impromptu performance.

Of course, due to Ye Kuang’s current status, they could only seethe in silence.It wasn’t until he suddenly staggered and completely collapsed onto the ground that the scene erupted in gasps of shock.

“Professor, what’s wrong?”

“Quick, wipe my sweat.”

“Huh? Oh.”

“Doctor, come quickly! All the patient’s vitals…”

“What is it?”

“My God, they’re all stabilizing.”

“What nonsense are you talking!”

This almost comical scene could only be described as a “miracle” arriving too suddenly, making it somewhat hard to believe.

And so, one by one, they inevitably joined the medical efforts—wiping blood, cleaning wounds, administering injections, performing timely blood transfusions… The vivid scene of racing against time was truly spectacular.

As the saying goes: When faced with a glimmer of hope, this world never lacks those who press forward under heavy burdens, daring to challenge death with their seemingly insignificant strength.

After the treatment concluded, the doctors and nurses finally noticed that the “big shot” had long since vanished.

“Where’s the professor?”

“No idea, he was just here.”

“What have you all been doing…”

“Heavens, doctor, come look! What on earth is this written here…”

“What is it? Let me see… hiss.”

At the beginning were three large characters: “Regenerative Skin” theory.

For a moment, the entire scene fell into an inexplicable silence. They couldn’t help but gather around the few pages, their scalps tingling as they read.

“This patient’s skin has likely been deemed scar tissue beyond repair, and laser treatment might not exclude the possibility of irreversible damage.”

“Throughout history, human existence revolves around birth, aging, illness, and death—natural disasters and accidents. When encountering inexplicable phenomena, there lies ‘her’ purpose. The interconnected causality of this world operates precisely thus.”

“Since geckos can sever their tails to survive, there exists the significance of limb regeneration; since spirit snakes shed skin to live, there equally lies the meaning of regenerative skin.”

“The unknown doesn’t mean ‘she’ doesn’t exist, but that we haven’t found the feasible method. Observe this regenerative skin.”

Ye Kuang’s sketched fingers appeared somewhat unrefined, yet his brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful, unmistakably commanding: “Dead skin doesn’t mean ‘she’ lacks regenerative potential. If we can study why snakes shed their skin without affecting their life cycle, we may uncover valuable insights.”

Reading this, the crowd couldn’t help but draw sharp breaths, each person resonating with this novel perspective.

Conversely, Ye Kuang’s handwriting unmistakably conveyed a prowling tiger’s energy, his brush moving like Wandering Dragons, as if striving to break through to the distant shore.

“From blood compatibility, infinite mysteries lie within; from the phenomenon of serpent skin shedding, countless hypotheses emerge; from the gecko’s tail detachment, hidden truths are deeply excavated; from the inexplicable connection between the two, the desire for exploration ignites; from certain patterns in skin tissue, value is redefined; from inner mysteries, latent meanings are gradually dissected.”

Thus, it was understandable that at this point, the writing seemed ambiguous yet profoundly chilling.

By the conclusion, the first three densely packed pages of “Necrotic Skin Regeneration Theory” had instead become extraordinarily valuable to the researchers.

“…….”