Darkness again.
Endless, eternal darkness.
Only Little Rascal's voice could be heard in the darkness. "Xiao 'ai, Xiao' ai, are you back to normal?"
No one answered, so Little Rascal could only continue to remain silent. Ding Meng was still in a severe coma. The origin had stopped operating and was now dim and lifeless. Only an extremely weak amount of Origin Energy was still circulating in his body.
Ge Ping's sudden attack had been too fast and too fierce. He had elbowed Ding Meng in the back of his head, instantly knocking him out. He was still unconscious even now.
Ding Meng had been severely injured, and Little Rascal's functions and operations were affected as well. Xiao 'ai seemed to have entered a dormant state, but strangely enough, Little Rascal was still very active. It didn't seem to be affected too much, but it could only use the event recorder. All other functions such as searching, probing, and analyzing were all disabled.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a sliver of light finally appeared in the darkness. This sliver of light slowly expanded, illuminating the entire world as bright as day. It turned out that this was a space similar to a hospital room. The entire room was spotlessly white. Aside from the necessary control panel, there were all kinds of medical equipment, such as pods, drill needles, and high-precision robotic arms.
However, those with discerning eyes could tell that these weren't medical equipment, but surgical equipment. Ding Meng was currently lying on an operating table. His limbs had been secured to the edge of the bed by supergravity alloy energy bands.
With a whooshing sound, the alloy door hidden in the wall automatically opened to both sides. Two doctors in white coats walked in, and behind them was naturally Lan Bing, who had a calm expression on her face.
Lan Bing glanced at the unconscious Ding Meng on the operating table. She turned her head and asked, "Is there still no way?"
One of the doctors, a middle-aged man with a rough face, shook his head helplessly. "This person's body is extremely tough. Normal surgical guns can't even cut through his skin."
"He's an Origin Energy user!" Lan Bing explained.
The middle-aged doctor nodded. "I know that, but he's different from the average origin ability user. His basic origin ability energy is especially strong. If we use a special condensed energy needle, I'm afraid it will hurt his organs. If that's the case, I'm afraid the follow-up research will be much more difficult."
"Have you done a blood test?" Lan Bing asked.
"Yes!" The middle-aged doctor frowned and said, "We didn't find any difference in his blood!"
Lan Bing asked, "Have you tried medicine before?"
The young assistant next to the middle-aged doctor hurriedly explained, "We've tried many kinds of drugs. We found that this person is almost immune to all kinds of enhancement and non-enhancement drug reagents. Even our strongest super crystal energy fusion source modification agent did not change at all after we forced it on him orally. Also, although he is in a deep sleep, this is not caused by neurotoxins. We found that neurotoxins have no effect on him at all."
"Are you saying that he's immune to all poisons?" Lan Bing asked.
The middle-aged doctor nodded. "In theory, that is indeed the case. When we removed his equipment and cleaned his body, we found that his body was contaminated with a lot of World Devouring Poison. The amount of poison was 40 times more than the one in the basement, but … he was still unaffected."
Lan Bing fell silent. After a long while, she asked, "Have you checked with the medical cabin?"
The middle-aged doctor replied, "Yes, we did. We used the most advanced medical cabin of the Federation's Angel Seventh Generation, but we still discovered a strange phenomenon."
Lan Bing's eyes finally lit up. "What phenomenon?"
The middle-aged doctor immediately extended his hand respectfully. "Miss Bing, this way please!"
The screen on the control panel had already risen. The image displayed was an image of a human body. This image was Ding Meng's body. It was a two-dimensional composite. This situation was exactly the same as when Ding Meng had used Vader's medical cabin for the first time in the Black Gold Base.
The body was like a piece of paper that could be seen through. On the screen, there were seven faintly glowing dots where Ding Meng's heart was located. There were also two dots on his head. One of the dots was the same as the one in his heart, but the other dot was colorful.
The assistant had already begun to explain. "Under the examination of the crystal energy microscope, the system determined that there is an 85% chance that these eight normal dots are the origin of this person's origin energy support …"
Even though Lan Bing was usually calm and collected, she was still shocked speechless by the concept image in front of her. She knew very well how terrifying Ding Meng was. Ding Meng's strength lay in the fact that his strength had increased exponentially in a short period of time.
Lan Bing had always imagined many things about Ding Meng. In her mind, Ding Meng's beginner combat master cultivation technique should be of a very high level, but she had never expected that Ding Meng's cultivation technique would actually be an eight-star basic cultivation technique.
There was no other reason. Lan Bing was not stupid enough to believe that Ding Meng had cultivated other cultivation techniques aside from the basic cultivation technique. Even if Ding Meng had a seven-star cultivation technique, the dots in his brain would still be a new cultivation technique. Most likely, this was only the first dot that had been constructed.
Just a basic cultivation technique was enough to allow Ding Meng to display such incredible strength. More importantly, Ding Meng was just too young. A twenty-two-year-old beginner combat master!
A chill ran from Lan Bing's feet to her head. What she saw in front of her was not Ding Meng, but the future. A terrifying future. If someone like Ding Meng was allowed to live, the Haitian Group would have no future to speak of.
For a moment, the room was filled with an indescribable chill. The middle-aged doctor and his assistant both felt extremely cold. This was not a coldness that came from their bodies, but from the depths of their hearts. Little did they know that Lan Bing had already decided to kill them, and her killing intent had already spread throughout the room.
However, this chill quickly disappeared. Lan Bing pointed at the image and said, "What's up with that five-colored dot?"
The middle-aged doctor replied in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Bing. We don't know."
Lan Bing's expression changed. "You don't know?"
The assistant also lowered his head, and his voice trembled. "I … I'm sorry … We really don't know. This dot … this dot … it's beyond our … understanding … We don't know what it is …"
A hint of anger flashed across Lan Bing's face. "Say that again?"
The middle-aged doctor also stuttered, "Miss Bing … I'm really sorry … The system can't detect it … It says that it's an unknown … unknown symptom …"
If the two of them had seen the scene of Vader treating Ding Meng, they would have known that this was the unique and unique point of convergence that Ding Meng had seen back then. Little Rascal was relying on this point to communicate with Ding Meng through telepathy. However, this point of convergence had already evolved into a five-colored dot. Furthermore, the instrument would not lie. The crystal energy microscope clearly showed that this five-colored dot was much larger than the original point.
However, in the next moment, Lan Bing flew into a rage. "Ridiculous!
As the most outstanding medical experts and biological authorities of the Haitian Group, you have the nerve to say something like this? Mr. Chu spends a huge sum of money on research every quarter just to hear you say that you don't know? "
The assistant didn't dare to answer at all. The middle-aged doctor mustered up his courage and said, "Miss Bing, although we don't know, Mr. Gui definitely knows."
"Mr. Gui is on his way here!"
Lan Bing said expressionlessly. "Now, the two of you get out of here. Don't appear in front of me again."
The two of them felt as if they had been pardoned. They turned around and walked out, afraid that they would provoke Lan Bing again if they were too slow.
After the two of them left, Lan Bing's gaze returned to Ding Meng. If she had paid special attention to Ding Meng before, she now felt a trace of respect for him. Although the person in front of her was still unconscious, she felt that he was a slumbering sharp blade. Once he woke up, he would naturally regain his sharpness. Once he was unsheathed, he would draw blood and kill.
She was still deep in thought when there was another muffled sound. Chu Yifeng's figure appeared at the door.
At this time, Chu Yifeng had already lost his steady, calm, and elegant image. His eyes were red, and the muscles on his face were trembling. He was clearly in a negative mood.
However, he was still able to control himself. He slowly walked in and said in a gloomy voice, "I just went to Uncle Ping's place."
This was the first time Lan Bing didn't face Chu Yifeng directly. Her gaze was still on the screen, as if the various images on the screen were more important than Chu Yifeng.
"I know what you want to ask!" Lan Bing said calmly.
Chu Yifeng's pupils contracted. "Are you sure you know?"
Lan Bing was silent. Then she sighed. "Sometimes, I know you better than I know myself."
Hearing this answer, Chu Yifeng seemed to sigh in relief. "Bing 'er, you should understand my feelings for you!"
"Of course I understand!"
Lan Bing turned around. Her tone was still calm, as if she was explaining a trivial matter. "Young Master Feng, you've treated me well all these years. You've changed me from an ordinary person to an Origin Ability user. I can feel the blood, sweat, and effort you've put in."
Chu Yifeng was relieved. "It's good that you understand!"
Lan Bing continued, "As a man, especially as the successor of Haitian Group, you've made choices, sacrifices, and forbearances for me. I also believe that you have true feelings for me. You don't have any other intentions."
She had always been a woman of few words. She rarely spoke so much, and she was so straightforward. However, her straightforwardness made Chu Yifeng feel a little uneasy.
Sure enough, Lan Bing's tone changed again. It became just as gloomy. "Unfortunately, Young Master Feng, you've forgotten something."
"What is it?" Chu Yifeng was a little nervous.
Lan Bing stared at him. A cold light flashed in her eyes. "You forgot to ask me if I want to be this kind of person.
Do I want to do these things?
Do I want to live this kind of life? "
Chu Yifeng was stunned. The Lan Bing in front of him felt like a stranger.
At this time, Lan Bing finally said something shocking. "That's right. Uncle Ping didn't lie to you. I've already promised Mr. Chu."
Chu Yifeng felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He shouted sternly, "Nonsense! Nonsense! You're talking nonsense!"