Zuo Quan, Who Had Only Two Years to Live

"Which department did this doctor come from? He's pressing on my body and it hurts so much!"

Lying on the operating table, Zuo Quan opened his mouth wide, almost forming a circle, and asked Ren Yisheng with a grimace.

"Dr. Di is a very professional doctor. It took me a lot of effort to get him here," Ren Yisheng said.

"Even you had to go to great lengths to invite him over, could it be that bastard Gao Tingsheng?" Zuo Quan asked suspiciously.

"He doesn't even react when you scold him, is this really Gao Tingsheng?"

"That's true. That guy has a bad temper. If I dared to call him a 'thousand-time killer,' he'd probably slap me across the face and leave right there!"

Zuo Quan thought about it and felt that what Ren Yisheng said made a lot of sense.

After a few seconds, Zuo Quan cried out in pain again.

"This uses pain to locate fragments throughout your body," Ren Yisheng explained. "Just bear with it, it'll be over soon. If you can't stand it, I'll get you a machine to take pictures!"

"I hate the search for pain, and I hate machines even more," Zuo Quan said dejectedly. "Speaking of which, I should go to my own family's sanatorium!"

"We will take full responsibility for the problems you encountered at the B13 Research Institute," Ren Yisheng said, waving his hand. "Committee Member Zuo, please don't worry. After this test is completed, I will send you for another round of X464 medical treatment to ensure you are completely recovered!"

What's wrong with Research Institute B13?

Gao Tingsheng remained silent and focused on testing until Ren Yisheng mentioned the problems at the B13 Research Institute. Only then did he grit his teeth and mumble a question.

"It's nothing serious, just one piece of equipment exploded!"

Ren Yisheng gave a vague reply, and Zhang Xuezhou coughed twice as a reminder, indicating that Gao Tingsheng had come here for the important matter.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm!"

Gao Tingsheng couldn't show his face clearly in front of Zuo Quan, so he could only hum and haw for a while to substitute for the results of his examination.

When Ren Yisheng brought over a medical record, Gao Tingsheng quickly began copying it down.

"Dr. Di said there seem to be lesions in many parts of your body, including your meridians and blood vessels, and he recommends that you undergo bloodletting and blood exchange therapy," Ren Yisheng said after examining the patient. "The advantage of this therapy is that it can clear away the lesions, but the disadvantage is that it will significantly affect your sequence strength. Do you want to...?"

"Don't want!"

Zuo Quan looked at Gao Tingsheng, then at Ren Yisheng, and his body couldn't help but struggle as he raised his upper body.

"I'm perfectly healthy, I don't want to be bled, and you shouldn't bleed me either. I definitely don't want a blood transfusion," Zuo Quan muttered. "This treatment has a strong Gao Tingsheng vibe to it!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, we don't force you to undergo medical treatment here," Ren Yisheng said. "When you're discharged, you'll sign a document proving that our medical care was adequate and left no future problems. No one will force you to undergo treatment!"

"Old Ren, you're much more reliable, unlike that guy surnamed Gao who's always threatening to have surgery!"

Zuo Quan nodded in response, saying that eight out of ten of his sentences were insults directed at Gao Tingsheng, which made Gao Tingsheng's face turn slightly pale under his mask.

"Just wait to die!"

He gritted his teeth and muttered something under his breath, then ignored Zuo Quan and walked straight out of the operating room.

"Dr. Di has finished the examination. The report didn't mention any fragments. Old Zhao, your surgery was a great success!"

Ren Yisheng nodded to the attending physician, then instructed someone to take over and escort Zuo Quan to the X464 medical facility for 24 hours of recuperation. Only then did he tell Zuo Quan that he needed to return to his side.

"Professor Zhang suffered serious injuries, your daughter is also covered in wounds, and so is Professor Zhang's sister..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"

Zuo Quan was very understanding of Ren Yisheng's busy schedule. Ren Yisheng still came to take care of him even when his own family was suffering a great loss, which was already considered very loyal.

Seeing that Ren Yisheng was about to leave, Zuo Quan couldn't help but give him a couple more words of advice.

"How about it?"

Only after everyone filed out of the operating room did Zhang Xuezhou take the medical records.

"I examined Committee Member Zuo a few months ago. He had a tumor at that time, which is now gone, but the lesion seems to have spread to his limbs, and his limbs are noticeably weaker than before!"

Gao Tingsheng's notes on the medical record were extremely messy, with a style reminiscent of the scribbles used in the medical field. Zhang Xuezhou looked at the medical record for a while but couldn't make anything out of it, which forced Gao Tingsheng to explain.

"What symptoms are there in his brain?" Zhang Xuezhou asked with interest.

"He seems to have symptoms of neurasthenia," Gao Tingsheng said uncertainly. "I couldn't examine him too closely because I was wearing gloves, but I personally feel that he also has some mental issues!"

"Is there a problem with that too?"

"He's riddled with illnesses, and without a blood transfusion, he won't live more than two years," Gao Tingsheng said.

"That serious?"

Even the best medical care couldn't save him!

Gao Tingsheng added, indicating that he was very confident in his judgment.

This caused Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Yisheng to exchange a glance.

"Zuo Quan's situation seems somewhat similar to erosion and diffusion?" Ren Yisheng said in a low voice.

"It's taking root and sprouting!"

Zhang Xuezhou recalled the scene of purple gladiolus entwining the emperor's bones in the imperial tomb, and felt that his entire body was likely being continuously invaded and occupied by the roots of the purple gladiolus.

Like a dodder plant, Zuo Quan became a parasite.

Several emperors of the Luofu Dynasty died a few years after encountering Huang Daoxian. If no external force changed things, Zuo Quan would obviously not be an exception. The two years that Gao Tingsheng speculated was most likely the actual remaining lifespan of Zuo Quan.

"If Zuo Quan dies, then..."

Zhang Xuezhou had a doubt in his heart, feeling that the purple gladiolus seemed to have no chance of survival after Zuo Quan's death.

As a parasite, the death of the host inevitably deprives the parasite of its means of sustaining life.

If Zuo Quan dies, the purple gladiolus will either be able to completely replace Zuo Quan's consciousness and survive independently, or it will have to be buried along with Zuo Quan.

Judging from the circumstances of the emperors of the Luofu Dynasty, Zhang Xuezhou leans more towards the latter situation.

"Unless he can change bodies," Ren Yisheng murmured.

Who should we replace?

"Perhaps it's Zuo Teng!"

"It can't be Zuo Teng!"

"That's someone else!"

Zuo Teng has become a subspecies of Zuo Luo, and Zhang Xuezhou feels that it will be difficult for Zuo Quan to compete for food.

Furthermore, Zhang Xuezhou did not believe that the purple gladiolus could constantly change its parasitic host, otherwise the other party would not have been able to reside on Zuo's entire body for such a long time.

"Perhaps he needs to meet some condition to change bodies," Ren Yisheng whispered.

Until the truth comes out, even Ren Yisheng can only be spent guessing.

He listened to Zhang Xuezhou's analysis and then made his judgment.

"We may not know for another two years!"

As Zhang Xuezhou continued to raise further questions, Ren Yisheng found it difficult to answer them, even guessing seemed impossible.

"Since Gao Tingsheng has set a time, we should spend more time observing Zuo Quan to see his true condition," Ren Yisheng muttered. "If Zuo Quan is neither terminally ill nor dead, then he is truly controlled by this fire meteor creature!"

"Um!"

"When the time comes, regardless of whether he's some kind of Daoist immortal, just take him down and interrogate him!"

When Zuo Luo appeared, Zuo Quan was no longer the only clue to Huang Daoxian's investigation, which led to a significant decrease in Zuo Quan's importance.

If there is a significant need, Ren Yisheng wouldn't mind resorting to underhanded tactics at some point.

"There are some requirements for working on the left side of the body; let me think of a way!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt that he needed to work hard on his luck techniques over the next two years, so that he wouldn't suffer a backlash if his luck techniques were insufficient when he really needed to take action.

"You don't need to be afraid of Zuo Quan's 'luck'," Ren Yisheng murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"He seems unable to resist his own abilities!"

Seeing Zuo Quan suffer the same shock from the mental explosion, and even sustain serious injuries, Ren Yisheng didn't think Zuo Quan was lucky, nor was he without a solution.

If Zhang Xuezhou's theoretical system is sound, then the three lucky charms that Zuo Quan hung on Zhang Xuezhou had a reverse effect, even affecting Zuo Quan.