Chapter 623 - 388: Shock! A Different Round-faced Fat Chicken II

Chapter 623: Chapter 388: Shock! A Different Round-faced Fat Chicken II

The wound had to be deep.

If it was too shallow, it would heal on its own before he even reached the door.

"Hiss..."

Han Ning retracted the Egg Pancake, his face contorting in pain as he rushed toward the emergency building.

"Doctor, Doctor! A knife tip cut my arm. Can you stitch it up for me?"

At the entrance to the emergency building, the receptionist nurse glanced at the wound on Han Ning’s arm and said nonchalantly,

"I’ll get you registered first. Go sit in the lobby for a bit. Someone will be with you shortly to bandage it."

"Okay, thanks."

Han Ning thanked her and sat down in the waiting area of the emergency hall.

All sorts of patients came to the ER at night. There were serious emergencies like sudden heart attacks and strokes.

There were also thugs with arms hacked off in fights, or with their stomachs run through by sharp objects.

The wails of relatives, the pained cries of patients waiting for beds, the shouts of nurses.

It was a chaotic tableau of human suffering.

The cut on his arm was probably the most minor injury there.

It didn’t even require a doctor. Soon enough, a young nurse carrying a first-aid kit came over to give Han Ning’s wound a preliminary look.

"Your wound... doesn’t even need stitches. I’ll just put on some antiseptic to stop the bleeding and wrap it up for you," the young nurse muttered as she began to bandage Han Ning’s wound.

"Thanks."

Han Ning thanked her and sent out his Spiritual Power, forming a three-dimensional map of the emergency building’s first floor in his mind as he tried to find any trace of Lin Luolan.

With his current Spiritual Power, he could only cover the first floor of the emergency building.

Fortunately, his Spiritual Power swept over a hospital room deeper inside the first floor and found Lin Luolan undergoing an examination.

The blind girl was lying quietly on the bed, her body covered in all sorts of monitors and sensors.

A doctor stood before her bed, tablet in hand, asking her a series of questions.

As Han Ning’s Spiritual Power swept over her,

Lin Luolan seemed to sense it. The muscles in her face twitched slightly, and she subconsciously pursed her lips.

’Your teacher, Xu Lin, is investigating you. From now on, don’t use your phone to contact "less spicy, no sugar".’

’If you agree, wiggle your right pinky finger.’

"Hmph..."

Han Ning’s Spiritual Power manifested in Lin Luolan’s mind.

As she "listened" to the message contained within the Spiritual Power, she felt a little wronged and let out a subconscious huff.

But she obediently wiggled her right pinky.

’Lastly, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drag you into this. I’ll find a way to make it up to you.’

’If there’s an emergency, find a way to contact your professor at Lu University, Xie Mingke. She’ll be responsible for relaying your status to me.’

’Compensation, hmph... Who wants your compensation? If you were here right now, I’d beat you to death!’

’Jerk! You big jerk!’

Lin Luolan grumbled to herself, but her tightly pursed lips relaxed into a smile.

"Young lady, what’s put a smile on your face?"

The doctor examining her asked, his tone curious as he saw the smile she couldn’t hide.

"No, Doctor. You must have seen wrong..."

...

After warning Lin Luolan, Han Ning didn’t linger at the hospital and quickly returned to his rented apartment.

With the collection of the final ingredient, Mind Confusing Grass, complete,

all the materials needed to concoct the Dark Erosion Potion for Little Fatty Silkworm’s evolution were finally gathered.

Han Ning laid out the twenty Spiritual Materials on the table one by one.

’According to the steps, first pour in 3000 ml of the Dark Spring, then add the Black Stone Powder... and finally, a drop of Crying Owl blood.’

He added the Spiritual Materials to a large, boiling cauldron one by one.

The final drop of Crying Owl blood fell in.

The liquid turned a viscous black, so deep it seemed to absorb all surrounding light.

After boiling and stirring for another half an hour, the cauldron of black water was reduced to about 10 ml of a thick, viscous liquid.

Han Ning turned off the lights and pulled all the curtains shut, plunging the room into an eerie silence.

The Dark Erosion Potion absorbed what little light remained.

It was like being in a vast, lightless chamber from the Cthulhu Mythos, with the feeling that some mysterious, eldritch presence was silently watching.

Of course, this was just Han Ning’s imagination.

Han Ning summoned the Little Fatty Silkworm.

"Koo?"

The dark, Round-faced Fat Chicken surveyed its surroundings, its dark bronze eyes shimmering with a yellow halo.

He poured the Dark Erosion Potion from the cauldron into a bowl and said, "Little Fatty Silkworm, open your mouth. It’s time to evolve."

"Koo~"

The Little Fatty Silkworm was already getting impatient. It hopped onto the floor and obediently opened its beak.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Han Ning poured the potion into the Little Fatty Silkworm’s mouth and retreated to the corner of the room.

One second, two seconds... a full half-minute passed.

In the dark room, Han Ning could only hear their faint breaths.

Suddenly, he heard the Little Fatty Silkworm’s breathing grow heavy.

’It’s starting!’ Han Ning’s heart leaped into his throat.

WHIIIIINE!!

The Little Fatty Silkworm let out a high-pitched shriek and, with a THUD, collapsed onto the floor.

It was as if an immense weight was crushing it; every muscle in its body trembled frantically.

Through his Spiritual Power, Han Ning could sense the Little Fatty Silkworm’s extreme agony.

HSSS~ WHIMPER!

Pain! Pain! PAIN!

After a few seconds, the Little Fatty Silkworm’s emotions shifted from initial confusion and suffering to pure, overwhelming pain.

Its emotions washed over Han Ning’s Spiritual World in relentless waves.

’What’s happening? Don’t tell me it failed...’

Han Ning forced himself to remain calm. The Little Fatty Silkworm’s life force hadn’t weakened yet.

Trusting the system panel, he decided to wait a little longer.

He used his Spiritual Power to send the Little Fatty Silkworm a message of reassurance, telling it to hold on.