Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1360 - 607: Pathological Change (2)

Screams, mixed with occasional furious curses, echoed from the round, bulging quilt on the bed.

"Go to hell! It's all your fault! It's all brother's fault! You made me like this! Like this!!!"

The piercing shriek was rather disturbing, causing me to eye Song Zhenrong with suspicion.

Fang Yu realized Song Zhenrong must have hidden some crucial details, or else Song Xi's reaction would not be so extreme.

"Could you two perhaps wait a moment?"

Fearful of upsetting his sister further, Song Zhenrong asked Fang Yu and the others to pause while he cautiously approached the large bed where Song Xi was situated.

"This is Divine Doctor Ding, sister. Don't you remember? Divine Doctor Ding saved you..."

"Quack! Kill that quack! My face... my body... sob sob sob sob! sob sob sob sob!"

Having lost her composure, Song Xi dissolved into ceaseless sobs.

By this point, Song Zhenrong had reached the bedside and sat down, attempting to comfort Song Xi through the quilt. Fang Yu recalled...

The last time they had seen Song Xi, her body had been severely bloated, resembling a corpse that had been inflated...

Wait!

Could it be that even after her injuries healed, such swelling would persist and not subside...

Fang Yu's gaze suddenly flickered towards Ding Hui. The latter simply blinked her shimmering, large eyes.

It should have been apparent earlier; this was Ding Hui's doing. Her patients often ended up in peculiar states. Taking risks and deviating from the norm was Ding Hui's signature.

For ordinary physicians, saving a life might be the limit of their capabilities; merely being alive was already a significant achievement.

By the bedside, Song Zhenrong had nearly finished his attempts at comfort.

The Miracle Doctor Mo, whom he had invited earlier, had been recalled to work due to demands from the Foolish Underworld. Furthermore, his sister's volatile temper had long since irked Miracle Doctor Mo. Once he departed, it proved incredibly difficult to persuade him to return.

However, with Divine Doctor Ding now present, all these concerns seemed to fade away.

Even in his sister's current condition, Divine Doctor Ding should possess a method to restore her...

Under Song Zhenrong's gentle coaxing, the woman, wrapped like a zongzi and trembling, slowly revealed a portion of the quilt's covering, exposing a large, swollen bald head devoid of any hair.

Her head looked as if it had been submerged in water for eons, with bulging eyes akin to a fish's, a nose so diminutive it was nearly invisible, and a mouth so distended it occupied almost half her face... The entire arrangement of her features was grotesque, resembling a demon, an outcast – hideously abstract to the utmost degree.

Yet, judging by her blood volume, she appeared remarkably healthy, having returned to a thousand blood points.

[Song Xi: 1305/3000.]

In terms of numerical data, this figure not only indicated good health but also a significant recovery of strength, demonstrating the brilliance of Ding Hui's miraculous treatments.

However, from a human perspective...

Good heavens, the species might have undergone a metamorphosis.

"Oh↓ oh↑ oh↑~"

Ding Hui, seemingly having picked up some peculiar vocal inflections from Guo Yuxin, produced a series of rising notes as she approached Song Xi.

Had it been the previous Song Xi, she would have likely erupted in anger long ago. Now, however, she only displayed a sense of deep shame and inadequacy, lowering her head so profoundly she dared not meet anyone's gaze.

The drastic change in her appearance had unexpectedly influenced her personality to such an extent, leaving Fang Yu astonished.

It wasn't surprising, then, that women cherished makeup; a pleasing appearance truly did boost one's confidence.

At this very moment, Song Xi's oversized head and ears gave her the appearance of a fish-headed monstrosity, simply unbearable to behold.

But in Ding Hui's eyes, Song Xi was perfect experimental material. She even leaned closer, examining her intently, and reached out to touch the slick, greasy membrane on Song Xi's face, reminiscent of fish oil.

"Fascinating! Based on appearance alone, it's a hybrid of human and demon, yet neither fully human nor demon. The precise nature requires further examination... Oh, and the severed hand remains an enigma. What's the status with the egg-laying? Have the eggs shown any signs of hatching?"

Naturally, there was a serious medical case... otherwise, Song Zhenrong would not have urgently sought assistance.

"Please allow Divine Doctor Ding to examine you. Once Divine Doctor Ding has taken a look, your illness will surely be cured..."

Song Zhenrong continued his efforts to placate her.

Perhaps sensing a feeling of abandonment after her fish-headed transformation was witnessed, Song Xi simply ripped away the quilt.

The very next second, Fang Yu felt as though his vision had been momentarily obscured.

This was because Song Xi was completely nude.

However, in a certain sense, this nudity bore little resemblance to human modesty; it was more akin to a beast or a demon exposing itself for all to see.

Beneath the enormous head lay layers upon layers of folds.

The immense bulk of the body was incredibly wrinkled, with each layer beneath merely folds, bloated folds that overlapped each other. Loose skin dragged along like a mound of decaying flesh upon the bed; the sight alone was enough to induce nausea.

To make matters worse, Song Xi's mound of decaying flesh was adorned with numerous swollen pustules. Each pustule had developed a thick, translucent yellow head, within which insect eggs lay dormant in the pus.

Where a hand ought to have been, a seemingly living octopus tentacle had taken its place. The suckers on the tentacle pulsed, opening and closing as if alive and seemingly under Song Xi’s command. This tentacle, entwined with the intact, fatty human arm, formed a coiled posture.

If this tentacle arm genuinely responded to Song Xi’s will, it bore a striking resemblance to a Demon Martial Artist...

Wait!

Why am I also adopting Ding Hui’s detached, academic perspective!

No, no! Keep company with the wicked, and you shall learn their ways! I am a normal person! I cannot let my perspective be corrupted!

"Interesting... quite interesting!"

"But how did it reach this state... Ah! I understand! It was deceived, and in turn, it deceived, using the blood of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon..."

"No, the insect eggs don't align. Wait! Could the essence of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon actually be..."

Ding Hui muttered to herself, uttering words that were difficult to comprehend.

She even extended a finger, which transformed into an Ice Crystal, intending to prod the pustules. This action startled Song Zhenrong into hastily trying to stop her.

But it was already too late.

With a soft pop, the pustule was punctured. The insect eggs within immediately reacted as if stimulated, sprouting countless minuscule tentacles that burrowed into the flesh, delving deep into Song Xi’s body!

"Divine Doctor Ding!"

Song Zhenrong let out a sigh.

He had attempted to puncture the pustules himself long ago. If it had yielded any positive results then, he wouldn't have needed to summon Ding Hui; he could have dealt with them on his own. Even then, the issue with puncturing the pustules wasn't merely about the insect eggs burrowing into Song Xi’s body, but rather the fact that the insect eggs in other nearby pustules would trigger a chain reaction.

"Fascinating! A chain reaction, akin to a death signal directly transmitted to other insect eggs..."

Ding Hui’s eyes gleamed with increasing intensity.

She had previously studied the corpse of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon and had heard Fang Yu discuss its unique characteristics. Now, observing Song Xi’s current condition, undeniable similarities emerged.

"Divine Doctor Ding, is there any hope for my sister?" Song Zhenrong inquired, his voice tinged with anxiety.

Ding Hui cast a curious glance at him.

"What do you mean by hope? Hasn't she already been saved?"

Song Zhenrong was rendered momentarily speechless.

Saved, indeed, she was saved; however, living in such a state... it might have been preferable for Song Xi to have died. Could it be that she would endure this appearance for the remainder of her life? She hadn't even married yet; she was still a young maiden...

"Divine Doctor Ding..."

Song Zhenrong pleaded, his gaze fixed on Ding Hui.

"Rest assured, I possess the ability to preserve lives, and I can certainly restore her original appearance."

It was merely a matter of wielding a blade, sculpting a semblance of her former self. While achieving an exact replica might be unlikely, maintaining a human form was not difficult.

However, before proceeding with that...

Ding Hui gazed greedily at Song Xi, who was curled up and trembling on the bed.

This was truly an exceptionally intriguing subject for experimentation. Beyond the anticipated tentacle arm, every other aspect deviated entirely from her initial assessment, leaning much more towards a demonic transformation!

Blood... could it be that Song Xi was infected with the blood of the Defiled Blood Clone Demon, which in turn triggered a qualitative change in the methods I retained?