GRMFBS CH109

“Aren’t you curious?” Zhan Yan asked.

“Of course I’m curious!” Bao Qingshan nodded.

The two veterinary students were itching to try.

“Let’s think of a way to ask,” Zhan Yan said.

“We’ll probably get beaten up…” Bao Qingshan worried.

Zhan Yan: “Hey, well. How’s your English communication?”

He first checked the gossip. The centaur had immigrated from Greece, where they speak Greek, but English is also very common. This centaur should be able to speak English, right?

Bao Qingshan: “…Are you trying to hurt my feelings? I haven’t even passed CET-6!”

Now Zhan Yan was worried too. His major was Spanish, and his English was very average. Even the best idea wouldn’t work without communication.

Zhan Yan suddenly had a question and started poking the “Animal Communication” little star in the gossip system.

Hey, is communicating with a centaur within your scope of business?

The little star got stuck.

Zhan Yan poked it relentlessly. A centaur is half animal! Besides, humans are also a type of animal, so why can’t a centaur be considered an animal? You can’t discriminate, right!

The “Animal Communication” didn’t move.

The gossip system showed him a piece of gossip:

[The little leopard demon, Ying Piao, is painstakingly studying English to communicate with the druid, Jules Grantham.]

Zhan Yan: Hmm?

Let’s search again!

[The little leopard demon, Ying Piao, has brought the druid, Jules Grantham, to the Cultivators’ Conference.]

This was like introducing him to a translator!

But without his alias, they wouldn’t know him, and if he used his “Approaching Science” alias, they would probably just want to avoid him even more.

Besides, the little leopard demon and the druid had their own entanglement. This time, the demon and the human had agreed to come together, so they might have some plans and progress. Was he going to search the entire venue for them and then drag them over to be a translator? That was not appropriate.

Zhan Yan and Bao Qingshan wandered around while pondering, and saw a man with slightly dark skin at Zhuo Shu’s place, thanking her profusely, for some unknown difficult and complicated disease that had been cured.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

A thin and pale young man rushed in, shouting as he walked quickly, “Han Shen! Han Shen! Where are you? Come out!”

The man with slightly dark skin at Zhuo Shu’s table heard this and became anxious, “Jiang Xin! Why did you leave the hospital?”

Jiang Xin rushed over. No one stopped him on the way; everyone was watching the excitement with curiosity.

However, his body didn’t seem to be in good condition. Just these few steps of jogging made his lips turn a dark purple, and he was panting heavily, as if he had a disease.

Han Shen quickly ran over to support Jiang Xin, “Why did you run out of the hospital? Don’t you know you have a heart condition and can’t run around?”

Jiang Xin’s eyes were red and filled with tears, “I heard everything. You went to get a matching test for my organ transplant. Are you trying to let me kill you? No! I will never use your heart!”

He glared at the people around him, both afraid and angry, “You people who run underground black clinics, I’m telling you, what you’re doing is illegal! I’ve already called the police! I will never…”

Although the centaur, Basil, didn’t understand a thing, he came out to watch the excitement with curiosity.

When Jiang Xin saw him, his voice went up an octave, “…You even do illegal human experiments?!!”

Basil’s hooves clattered on the ground. Seeing Jiang Xin glaring at him, he even good-naturedly pointed to himself, “Me?”

Jiang Xin couldn’t take it anymore, “Han Shen, how could you find this kind of dark organization! Are you crazy? They’re stitching people and animals together!!!”

Han Shen was extremely anxious and hugged him to keep him from getting excited, “Let me explain!”

“I won’t listen!” Jiang Xin struggled desperately, “I won’t listen! I know, a normal medical institution would never agree to transplant your heart to me, but you can’t go to this kind of perverted organization either!!!”

He was too agitated and couldn’t catch his breath, so he fainted.

Fortunately, Granny Zhuo Shu was right there. With a few needles, Jiang Xin’s lips were no longer purple, and his breathing was normal, but he was still unconscious.

Han Shen was thanking, apologizing, and anxious all at once, “Why isn’t he waking up? Is there a problem?”

Zhuo Shu: “Oh, I saw he was too excited, so I gave him two extra needles to let him sleep for a while.”

Bao Qingshan was dumbfounded and his eyes were opened.

“Hey, isn’t this like in those novels, a pair of lovers, one of them has a heart condition, the other happens to be a match, so they secretly donate their heart for love? Then they leave a breakup letter or something, pretending to be a scumbag, the other one has a successful transplant, refuses to believe the breakup letter, and waits bitterly ever after…”

Zhan Yan looked at Bao Qingshan strangely, “Old Bao, what kind of novels do you usually read?”

Bao Qingshan: Crap! My hobby of reading old-fashioned, melodramatic novels has been exposed!

But the general situation was not wrong. Han Shen planned to transplant his heart to Jiang Xin, but their conditions did not match. Han Shen came to thank Zhuo Shu because she had helped him adjust their conditions to match.

The reason for the current situation was mainly that Han Shen had not told Jiang Xin that he was actually a sea cucumber demon.

Sea cucumbers, a species that will spit out its internal organs to entangle enemies when encountered, and then take the opportunity to escape. The internal organs can regenerate, and a new set can grow back in a few months.

Zhan Yan was moved. How many lives could this save! Unfortunately, it was not possible. The internal organs of humans and demons could not be matched. The reason Han Shen could give his heart to Jiang Xin was, first, because he had asked Granny Zhuo Shu for help, at a great cost, to adjust the constitutions of both the human and the demon, and second, because the two had made a pact, and with the power of the supernatural contract, Han Shen’s demon heart could beat in Jiang Xin’s chest.

What a touching love story! Unfortunately, the police were about to arrive.

Jiang Xin was afraid that Han Shen would trade his life for his, so the “calling the police” he mentioned earlier was not a threat; he had really called.

To deal with the impending arrival of the police, the scene was in chaos.

After settling Jiang Xin down, Han Shen helped out while bowing and apologizing to everyone.

Zhan Yan sighed as he ate his melon: So, having a relationship while wearing a disguise is such a bad idea!

After the police arrived, they asked to see their event registration documents and various procedures.

“They’re all here, they’re all here! We hold this event every year, and all the procedures are complete!” the person in charge said as he opened the drawer, which was empty.

The person in charge: …

Crap! In the chaos just now, someone must have put them somewhere.

How were they going to find them?

After searching for a long time without finding them, the police officers’ gazes became more and more suspicious, and the person in charge was sweating profusely.

An old Taoist priest leaned over and whispered, “How about we use divination to find them!”

The very sharp-eared policeman immediately looked over, “Is this a religious activity or are you engaged in feudal superstition?”

At the same time, there was a loud crash from not far away.

Everyone looked over and saw Zhan Yan pull down a projection screen, and a few documents that had been rolled up in the screen floated out—the event registration.

The person in charge was overjoyed, “Yes, yes, yes! This is our event registration!”

The police: …

After checking, the documents were indeed real.

“What about the safety liability letter?”

Zhan Yan, with the gossip system open, found the safety liability letter under the lecture stage, then found the quality inspection report from the safety supervision department sandwiched in yellow paper, and the identity proof of the person responsible for safety rolled up and stuffed into a wreath brought by some ghost cultivator… Who hid all this?

In the chaos, it was unknown which senior master had done this. Zhan Yan climbed a ladder and found the venue rental agreement from the ceiling.

The police watched in shock as he found things from all sorts of nooks and crannies, “Is this event… a puzzle-solving treasure hunt?”

He turned his head and saw the “Specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases” banner that had not been put away on the table, his eyes full of suspicion.

Zhan Yan: I see now, these people really don’t know what should be hidden and what shouldn’t.

“We’re cosplaying!” Bao Qingshan pulled out two strangely dressed demon clans, “They’re all props! All anime stuff!”

The police turned to look at the few with snow-silver hair, “Old people are into anime too?”

“Well, they’re retired, they need to have some hobbies, right? Keeping up with the young people, their mindset is always ahead!”

The police checked all the documents and found no problems. They checked the scene again and found no suspicious black clinic operating rooms or equipment, but they did find a lot of strange things, such as the banner that looked very much like a quack’s, a compass inlaid with an abacus (it was unknown which family it belonged to, and whether the patriarch had struck him with lightning), a string of garlic (said to have been brought by a vampire to prove that they are not afraid of garlic), and a string of firecrackers.

The police confiscated the firecrackers. The city now banned such firecrackers, and it also did not comply with fire safety regulations.

After giving the criticism and suggestion that “important documents should be put away properly and not left lying around,” the police officers left the venue with a strange impression of the anime world.

Han Shen bowed deeply to Zhan Yan in gratitude. The person in charge held Zhan Yan’s hand and shook it warmly, and invited him to join the Cultivators’ Conference chat group, which was basically how the conference was announced every year.

If it weren’t for Zhan Yan’s help in finding the documents that had been hidden somewhere in the chaos, they would have been in big trouble today.

What would happen if the Cultivators’ Conference was halfway through and everyone was invited to the police station?

Zhan Yan: “You’re welcome, you’re welcome. Um, can you do me a favor?”

He was asking Han Shen. He had just read his gossip. Han Shen truly loved Jiang Xin and had even gnawed through all kinds of the latest foreign papers and sent emails for consultation for his illness, all in English.

Zhan Yan wanted to ask him to be a translator for the centaur.

With Han Shen’s help, the centaur, Basil Gallagher, successfully understood that Granny Zhuo Shu’s “specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases” could not solve his problem. What he needed to find was a special shapeshifting technique.

Zhan Yan had already met a senior who was relatively good at this aspect through Old Master Weng Yan a few days ago, and was preparing to introduce Basil to him.

Before the introduction, he and Bao Qingshan asked Basil with a straight face, “Have you ever had an X-ray?”

“Do you understand your own body structure?”

“Shapeshifting requires changing your own structure, so you must have some understanding of your own body.”

“Do you know where your internal organs are located?”

“Have you ever had a more comprehensive physical examination? Like a CT scan or something.”

Han Shen was questioning life as he translated.

Huh? Does shapeshifting require an X-ray? And it’s best to have a CT scan? How come he didn’t know?

Crap! There couldn’t really be two perverts here who wanted to conduct human… no, demon… no, well, centaur experiments, right?