Ash picked up the towel covering his face and sat up with his hands.

His first reaction was to touch his neck first, but he didn't touch any scars.

"Strange, you didn't use me as experimental material for surgery."

"It's done."

The medic sitting at the end of the bed [222] didn't raise his head, looked down at the book in his hand, and the crow's beak shook.

"It's done, the operation is very successful, you are already a handsome guy."

"What!"

Ash quickly looked for a mirror to look at it, but there were no mirrors around. The medical practitioner chuckled: "Fake it, it's actually too simple to repair your throat and it doesn't take much time, so I've done a few more minor surgeries on you, but there was no major surgery, and you didn't wake up after the exam."

Ash breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what surgery did you do for me?"

"The Duffy technique for opening the corners of the eye, the Aibo technique for adjusting the eyebrow bone, the Luozha technique for adjusting the chin, and the eyelashes turned into natural elas technique, and..."

The more Ash heard, the more he became more confused.

"Then how similar am I to me before?"

"It should be very similar. Anyway, they all have two eyes, one mouth and one mouth."

"This is called 'no big mess'? Then big mess is going to change my head?"

"It's not that it's still dangerous to change your head." The medical practitioner gestured: "The most popular major surgery among athletes can at most change your facial features, such as changing your eyes to the eyes of a Xun Eagle, changing your teeth to the teeth of a deformed shark, changing your nose to the nose of a tooth wolf, and changing your ears to the ears of a bat demon... It's not uncommon to change your limbs and internal organs. Recently, mechanical prosthetics are a very popular transformation direction."

Good guy, has the magician already ordered the technology tree for biological breeding modification?

No wonder Ash saw a compound man with rabbit ears and wild boars in prison. At that time, he thought that both rabbits and wild boars could cross species barriers?

It turns out that it is not a wild beast that can be played by a wild beast, but a magician that can be played by a wild beast.

Yaxiu looked at the medic in curiosity: "Then have you ever done such a big mess?"

The medical practitioner hesitated for a moment: "It's true."

"Oh~" Ash stared at the medic's crow mask, "So that's it..."

How could the medical practitioner not know what Ash was thinking? He said with his waist on his back: "I am not as ugly as you. My face has always been perfect and I don't need to be replaced."

"Oh, you're not changing your face." Ash glanced at the medical practitioner's body. Unfortunately, the medical practitioners were wearing wide robes and could not see any traces of the outline.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at whether your fingers will stretch out a Phillips screw head."

"There is no screw head, just an ear spoon, do you want to try it?"

"want."

"I won't talk to you anymore, right."

The medic took out ten silver coins from his wallet and placed them on the head of the bed, and waved his hand.

Axiu pointed to the pile of silver coins: "Why?"

"Didn't you agree that you'll have surgery and I'll give you money. I've practiced ten techniques and gave you ten silver coins, which is very reasonable."

"No, what I want to ask is, didn't you pay with gold coins before?"

"I went back and asked other medical experts. They didn't pay for the exercises when they found someone to practice. At most, they would give silver coins, and no one would give gold coins!"

"You are just a person who has no opinion. You must not follow the crowd. You must be firm in your own ideas. Otherwise, will you eat shit too?"

"You made a lot of sense. I actually don't want to give money in my heart. I can't be bewitched by you anymore."

"But it is also a good quality to listen to other people's advice occasionally." Yashu quickly put away the silver coins.

The medic looked at it and wanted to laugh, but quickly stopped laughing, "You can be said to be really famous this time. You are the only sinner in the history of Kaimon City who was injured but survived in the Blood Moon Trial."

"The only one? Was there a prisoner who hadn't been killed by accident during trial before?"

"Yes, but they can't save them, and they are torn to pieces by the executioner. Killed by other death row prisoners like you, but not being able to save them, is equivalent to an example of violating the Life Assistance Act, which can be said to be unique."

Ash still couldn't get used to the classification of wounds in this world. The injury that almost fell off his head was regarded as a minor injury that could be healed by just applying a band-and-mouth patch.

"When you go out, remember to find a way to earn more contributions. Don't be selected to participate in the next Blood Moon Trial. There will be no elves in front of you next time."

Yashu looked at the medical practitioner curiously, "Why care about me so much? I have developed feelings for me?"

"You have to come to the treatment room almost every day. If there are more model prisoners like you in the prison, I might have worked hard for another month or two to leave the place."

The medic shrugged: "For you, I have practiced many of the techniques very skillfully."

"Can you take me with you when you leave? At most, I promised to do experimental materials for you for three years. Isn't it very cost-effective?"

"sure."

"real?"

"If you're willing to be taken away by me in three different boxes, I'm fine, and the prison is willing to let it go."

Ash smacked his lips: "Can you fight back after taking it out?"

"If I were a Four-Wing Legendary Artist, I should be able to do it, and I could even decorate you with plug-ins."

"Then are you?"

"If I were, I wouldn't have time to talk to you about such nonsense."

The medic crossed his hands: "And you are actually thinking about escaping prison. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"A great young man, who wouldn't think about how to escape from prison? And I've watched the Blood Moon Trial with my own eyes, who can still stay here?" Yashu clenched his fists: "I'm more determined in this prison!"

"Come on, remember to be safe when escaping from prison, and it is best to keep the body intact."

Ash came to the medic: "Do you have any good ideas for jailbreak?"

The medic glared at him with his beak: "Don't think I won't report you if I make you look a little handsome."

"Don't be so nervous. You've made me like this. Now I'll treat it as a chat time after the end." Yaxiu looked indifferent: "Just treat it as a decryption game. If you are falsely accused of being imprisoned in this Broken Lake Prison, how would you plan to escape from the prison?"

"But I won't be framed."

"Why can we be so sure?"

"Because there is a memory teacher, the memory master will know that I am innocent when I check my memories."

Ash also remembered this and couldn't help asking, "Don't you think this is...ungot?"

The medic was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

"It's just that people are searching for memories. Don't you think memory is a very important privacy. Shouldn't you be searched for?"

"You also say you are innocent, aren't you just liberal terrorism?"

"ah?"

"Only terrorists with evil intentions and ill-thinking intentions will hope to cancel the memory censorship system, and even have even more outrageous demands, such as unbundling the binding of the miracle chip, giving pregnant women the right to have an independent abortion, and even publicizing the records of birth pairing... Why do you seem nervous?"

Ash swallowed: "Can pregnant women have an abortion?"

"Of course not. If the fetus is diagnosed with any congenital disease or genetic cryptic disease, an abortion is required."

"must?"

"must."

"What if the fetus is not sick?"

"Then you must be born."

“No need to ask pregnant women for their opinions?”

"Why do you need to ask?" The medical practitioner felt strange: "Will pregnant women refuse? The birth subsidy for each childbirth is almost equivalent to the three-year salary for a middle-aged profession, which fluctuates up and down according to race. If you are an artist or even subsidy more, you will get a 100% reward for the first childbirth, and a 50% reward for the guidance age."

"Unless you are a talented female sorcerer who doesn't want to waste any time, most women will have their first childbirth at the age of guidance. As for whether they have the second and third time, it depends on their personal nightlife. Anyway, it will be a bit troublesome during pregnancy. After giving birth, the baby will be sent to the nurturing center, and pregnant women will get the fertility fund they deserve on the same day."

Ash was shocked, and he suddenly looked at the medic with a strange look: "What about you?"

"What am I?"

"Have you...get the birth fund?"

The medical practitioner hesitated for a moment: "I can't give birth."

Ash quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

The medical practitioner waved his hand: "There is nothing to apologize for, and I don't lack that little money. But are you actually the one who supports pregnant women with the right to self-abortion? Then you are the more radical among free terrorists."

Ash wiped his forehead and sweated coldly: "Is this considered radical?"

The medical practitioner said for granted: "Of course, supporting independent abortion is equivalent to pushing for a reduction in fertility rates. It's fine if races like human orcs are all the same. The gentry that has never risen in fertility rates hates this most. A member of the parliament that proposed this proposal was exposed in a few days. Various scandals were reported to step down."

"Supporting the abolition of the memory review system is equivalent to increasing the difficulty of criminal investigation and creating a good soil for illegal crimes. Only those who want to commit crimes will support such remarks, and even members of parliament will not make such sensational remarks."

"Similarly, supporting the unbundling of the miracle chip is equivalent to supporting the removal of the shackles on the prisoner's neck, which only increases the difficulty of arresting the prisoner and increases the possibility of the prisoner continuing to commit crimes..."

Ashe asked, "But you all have miracle chips, aren't you all wearing shackles? Are you not afraid?"

"You said this to be like us."

The medic looked at Ash strangely.

"And we do not commit crimes, why should we be afraid? Only criminals who destroy social order will be afraid."

It makes sense, and Ash can't refute it at all.

He realized that in the Blood Moon Kingdom, the medical practitioners' perception is the public's perception. Since they all recognize this social supervision system, it means that this practice is relatively correct. The incorrect person is the death row prisoner in the prison and Ash himself.

Unexpectedly, I, a taxpayer who was a law-abiding taxpayer in my previous life, became a free terrorist when I traveled here...

"If you are too far-fetched, just treat you as me, and you have been framed as the leader of the Four Pillar God Cult. The Crime Hall dares not search your memory. You have been imprisoned in Broken Lake Prison. How would you want to escape from the prison?"

"Are you really being framed..."

"Games are just used as thinking games! But I heard that medical practitioners' thinking logic abilities are not very good. Is this game too difficult for you?"
Chapter completed!