Regrowing Severed Limbs

When people have too many things to do, their procrastination tends to kick in. Riyao understands this well and practices what he preaches.

Riyao lay lazily on a thick branch of Parasol Tree, one leg dangling from the branch and the other dangling in mid-air.

He had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his hands behind his head, gazing at the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, not wanting to move at all.

Gildarts arrived under the Parasol Tree, glanced up at the dangling leg hanging from the branch, and felt a throbbing in his temple.

"Hey kid, you've been lying here for three days already, it's time to give me my treatment."

"Oh, it's been three days already? I don't really feel like moving."

Riyao rolled over, finding a more comfortable position.

"Besides, your prosthetic leg is working perfectly fine."

Gildarts bent down, picked up a pebble, and flicked it precisely at Riyao's calf.

"Ouch!"

Riyao pulled his leg back slightly, but still showed no intention of getting down. He just wriggled his body and moved a little closer to the tree trunk.

Without a word, Gildarts kicked off the tree trunk, jumped onto a branch in a few quick movements, grabbed Riyao by the back of his collar, and lifted him down like a chick.

Riyao's toes circled twice in the air, and a blade of grass fell out of his mouth.

"Why are you so lazy these days? You used to be so diligent!"

"Let me rest for a few more days. I'm brainstorming some treatment ideas; maybe I can even give you three heads and six arms."

Riyao tried to break free, but Gildarts's hand was like an iron clamp, completely immobile.

"Oh dear, I'm having trouble using this prosthetic leg. My fingers won't obey me, and I can't even hold a wine glass properly. Can you bear to see an old man living like this?"

Gildarts raised his prosthetic hand and waved it in front of the Riyao. The hand was indeed stiff, the fingers trembled slightly, and the grip was not very smooth.

Riyao sighed, finally straightened up, and patted the bark scraps off his clothes.

"Alright, alright, let's go, stop rushing us."

Riyao led Gildarts into the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and the moment they opened the door, a mixture of herbs and disinfectant wafted out.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, revealing various bottles and jars neatly arranged on shelves. An operating table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by all sorts of bizarre torture instruments.

"The name you gave this experimental hut... is quite unique."

Gildarts looked around, his lips twitching.

"Right, I think so too. It's catchy and unforgettable."

Riyao gave a smug thumbs-up.

After he finished speaking, he told Gildarts to remove the prosthetic leg and lie down properly, while he went to the side to prepare the tools.

Gildarts removed his prosthetics, revealing his supple left arm and left leg.

He lay on the operating table, shifting restlessly a few times; the cold metal surface gave him goosebumps.

Lying here doesn't feel very safe; I feel like a fish on a chopping board.

Riyao asked without turning his head.

"Relax, do you need anesthesia?"

Gildarts' eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed.

"Huh, they have anesthetic now? Give it to me!"

Riyao turned around, grinning with an infuriatingly smug look on his face.

Just kidding, no, just bear with it.

Gildarts's lips twitched; he tried to sit up from the operating table, but then lay back down.

"You little brat... you're really awful."

Riyao pulled a saw from the tool rack, its teeth gleaming coldly under the light, and waved it in front of Gildarts.

Gildarts' body trembled violently, and the color drained from his face.

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

"You're so smart."

Riyao put the saw back and replaced it with an extremely sharp scalpel, its blade as thin as a cicada's wing and gleaming with a cold, silvery light.

He held up a scalpel, his tone so affected it sounded like he was chanting some strange incantation.

"I have a knife that can remove hemorrhoids, remove kidneys, and cut off the appendix."

Gildarts rolled his eyes, but his tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

"Stop fooling around and hurry up, or I'm going to cause a scene at the hospital."

Riyao pouted, reached out and rubbed Gildarts's bouncy severed arm, feeling the condition of the scar tissue. Then, the scalpel glowed with a bright green light, and the blade slowly cut into the edge of the old wound.

The scar tissue is peeled away layer by layer with fluid movements, each cut precise to the millimeter, though it's not actually that precise.

Gildarts gasped, let out a strange cry, and instinctively shrank back.

"Hiss~ Eeya."

Riyao didn't even look up, continuing to steadily cut with the scalpel.

"If you make that weird noise again, I'll really take your kidney!"

Gildarts chuckled, then quickly shut his mouth and remained silent.

The wounds were all beautifully cut by the Riyao, without a single drop of blood flowing out. A thin protective film of emerald green magic formed on the surface of the wounds, and the muscles inside could be seen rhythmically pulsating, as if breathing.

Riyao straightened up and stretched his wrists.

"Alright, first step complete."

Then he casually stuck the scalpel aside.

The scalpel plunged into Gildarts' thigh with a "thud," the blade still trembling slightly.

Gildarts nearly jumped off the operating table in pain, staring at the scalpel stuck in his thigh, his face turning green.

"You brat! What are you doing?!"

Riyao innocently pulled out the scalpel, and the wound healed rapidly under the influence of the emerald green magic, leaving not even a mark.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm used to carving things, my hand slipped."

With a flick of his wrist, Riyao sent the scalpel slicing through the air in a silver line before it pierced the center of a target on the wall with a resounding "thud," penetrating deep into the wood.

Gildarts's eyes twitched, his lips twitched again and again, and he pointed at the scalpel, unable to speak for a long time.

"You..."

Riyao patted Gildarts on the shoulder, his tone flippant.

"You're so happy about it. If you go to Granny Porlyusica's place, she'll slap you across the face while she's treating you, and you'll have to obediently take it."

Gildarts considered Granny Porlyusica's temper and silently shut his mouth.

"It seems that's indeed the case..."

Riyao suppressed his smile, reaching out to place his hand on Gildarts' chest, his palm pressed against the warm skin, emerald green magic seeping from his palm.

Like a dense root system, it slowly seeped into Gildarts's body, spreading along his blood vessels and meridians.

Soon, a strange change occurred in Gildarts.

His whole body was emitting a faint green glow, which shone through his skin. The green glow was most intense at the wound site, and it was visibly pulsating.

Gildarts saw that Riyao had his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and his expression focused and serious, completely different from the jovial guy from before.

He didn't ask if the glowing was normal, afraid of disturbing Riyao's performance, even though the green color made him uneasy.

I still feel a slight itch at the wound site, like countless ants crawling under my skin, both numb and itchy.

But that itch wasn't an unpleasant itch; rather, it was a feeling of rebirth.

Riyao infused life energy into Gildarts' body, manipulating magic to condense it into a seed, which then took root within his body.

Riyao opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and saw fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You've completed the second step too. Your physical fitness is truly impressive."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the side, lifted a pink cloth, revealing a large wooden barrel filled with a bright green liquid. The liquid had small bubbles rising to the surface and emitted a strong herbal aroma.

"Come in, just sleep for a day. The medicine will work with the seeds inside your body to help you regrow your hands and feet."

Gildarts sat up abruptly, braced himself against the operating table with one hand, and leaped into the air, landing in a beautiful arc into the wooden tub, splashing out a few drops of the emerald green liquid.

He immersed himself in the medicinal liquid, letting out a comfortable sigh as all his muscles relaxed, the warm liquid enveloping his body.

"Hiss~ Wuhu, that's awesome!"

Riyao turned to leave.

"Okay, you stay here. See you tomorrow."

"How about you get me some wine? It's so uncomfortable sitting here like this..."

Before Gildarts could finish speaking, his eyelids began to droop, his head lolled against the barrel, and he instantly fell asleep, his snores echoing in the quiet little house.

"How thoughtful of me! I added some God An herbs inside, so you won't move around too much and affect your recovery."

After muttering to himself, Riyao walked out of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, closed the door behind him, and hung a wooden sign on the door that read "Do Not Disturb".

After thinking for a moment, he added a small line of text below, "There are perverts taking a bath inside. Anyone who peeks will face the consequences."