Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

Leng Xuan didn't stand on ceremony. Although he didn't use the huge syringes used to inject pigs, he still filled more than twenty tubes with the tiny blood collection needles.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan gave an order, requiring the top medical team of the Night Watchmen in the capital to assemble at headquarters within fifteen minutes.

The high-ranking personnel waiting outside dispersed instantly, rushing into various hospitals like arrows to arrest people.

Dragging doctors, carrying equipment, dragging nurses... Amidst the chaos, the medical experts, still out of sorts, experienced a "flying through the clouds" sensation and were abruptly brought back to headquarters, where they looked at each other, bewildered.

"Sir, is the situation serious? Is it... that Commander Ye has passed away?" A doctor couldn't help but ask Chen Muye in a low voice.

He had just been on the operating table opening the patient's abdomen, and the opening had barely been made when this adult barged in, grabbed him without a word, and left, only telling the nurse, "Sew it up first, we'll open it again tomorrow."

The patient on stage, whose anesthesia hadn't yet taken effect, fainted on the spot from shock.

Chen Muye didn't reply, but simply pushed a full box of blood samples in front of him.

"Just for this test? Is it worth bringing us all here for such a trivial matter?" The doctor looked bewildered after understanding the task.

Chen Muye shook his head, his tone resolute:

“Remember, this is no small matter. In the Night's Watch, few things are bigger than this, and... it's worth it!”

............

What is cognitive impairment?

Half an hour later, Leng Xuan inside the room used "talking" to resolve Su Yan's doubts.

"Simply put, imagine a child as a blank sheet of paper at birth, and as they grow up, they learn knowledge, just like gradually drawing a picture on that blank sheet of paper."

“During this process, the brain secretes a variety of hormones in large quantities. We won’t go into the details of the biological science for now, but you can think of these hormones as ‘pigments.’ Whether the painting is ultimately exquisite, rough, or distorted is closely related to these ‘pigments.’”

"It even shapes our perceptions and values."

"Su Yan, let me give you a simple example: what does one plus one equal?" Leng Xuan asked calmly.

What is one plus one? This question sounds simple, yet it is inexplicably profound... Su Yan pondered for more than ten seconds before slowly answering, "It equals two, or it could equal three."

Leng Xuan was taken aback: "...How could it equal three?"

Su Yan clapped her hands, her tone firm: "Even if the calculation is wrong, it equals three!"

"?"

When I got the calculation wrong, it even said it equaled six! What a weird answer!

Calm down, calm down. This answer is very soothing, which actually proves that everything is moving in a positive direction... Leng Xuan was momentarily speechless at this answer, but fortunately, he was experienced and quickly adjusted his breathing, continuing to guide the conversation:

"Equal to two is correct. Equal to three... that might be the answer given by a toddler whose mind is not yet fully developed, but let's leave that aside for now. But if you ask a healthy, well-adjusted adult, and they answer that it equals a string of candied hawthorns, a fried dough stick, or a python, do you think that's a big problem?"

"Hahaha, of course! Isn't that crazy?" Su Yan couldn't help but grin.

As he laughed, he realized that no one around him agreed; everyone was watching him silently. Su Yan's lips twitched, and his smile gradually froze.

He seemed to... understand what Leng Xuan meant.

I am now this "lunatic".

Everyone tells him that "one plus one equals two," but he firmly believes that it equals "a python," just as his understanding of "whether a man can get pregnant" is contrary to everyone else's.

“I know you’re still finding it hard to accept, that’s because the effects of the child in your belly are still lingering.” Leng Xuan took the report from Si Xiaonan and handed it to Su Yan:

"Your blood test results are in. After reading them, you should be able to understand some things."

Su Yan didn't reply; his gaze was already drawn to the report.

He glanced at the report and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

The report included Lao Zhao's blood test results for comparison. He was immediately drawn to his own blood, which was covered with numerous red arrows pointing to abnormalities, indicating a serious imbalance in the levels of various hormones in his body.

The abnormal multiple is as high as hundreds of thousands of times.

Under such a terrifying hormonal shock, the fact that he can stand here unharmed is entirely due to his superior physical condition as an extraordinary being. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have died many times over.

Among them, the most alarming is a 'progesterone' indicator.

"Su Yan, these values ​​represent the physiological basis for maternal love that women naturally develop after becoming pregnant, even before the child is born and they haven't spent much time together." Leng Xuan's voice was deep and clear.

"And your value is a million times higher than the normal range, which is why you can't possibly doubt the life inside your belly."

Su Yan immediately understood Leng Xuan's meaning.

If we examine the process of "pregnancy" purely from a biological perspective, its essence is chilling:

Imagine a life form quietly taking root within you, drawing nourishment from you day and night, consuming your energy, using your flesh and blood as its soil, and forcing your entire life system to prioritize serving this new life...

It's like a terrifying alien parasite story!

But it is precisely because of the secretion of hormones that this process is not only free of panic, but also full of warmth and hope.

"So... men really can't get pregnant, and there really is some kind of abnormal entity residing in my belly."

Although he still found it hard to fully accept, Su Yan knew that his companions would never deceive him, especially with such irrefutable evidence. He finally realized that the intense reluctance he felt at that moment was merely hormones forcibly influencing his judgment.

Especially when Leng Xuan proposed to remove this "creature" through surgery, his resistance and reluctance almost reached their peak, nearly causing him to lose control and flee.

But Su Yan, who had already figured everything out, remained sitting motionless in the same spot.

"Humans are truly wondrous creatures. We are influenced by hormones, yet we also possess independent will, steadfastly resisting being completely controlled by anything." Leng Xuan looked at Su Yan with satisfaction and sighed softly.

"Fortunately, you always believed that you were not affected by hallucinations."

"Otherwise, the being inside you might lead you to see everything before you as false, confuse your judgment of reality, and even... regard us all as enemies."

During Leng Xuan's explanation, which lasted for more than an hour, Su Yan, as if defying humanity, used all his willpower to control himself and said with difficulty:

“Then cut open my stomach… but I can’t bring myself to do it. If someone else does it, I’m worried I won’t be able to control my killing intent. Can anyone help me?”

Su Yan looked directly at him, and the members of Squad 136 looked embarrassed and looked away.

The closer the relationship, the less likely the person is to help their loved one with this kind of thing. It's like the best doctors wouldn't perform surgery on their own family members. Just thinking about having them cut open Su Yan's stomach and take something out is enough to make one's teeth ache.

"Old Zhao, you come here!" Su Yan finally chose Zhao Kongcheng. The old man, who had served in the army and been on the battlefield, had a rougher and tougher personality, making him the most suitable.

"Now you don't mind my crudeness anymore," Zhao Kongcheng said with a sullen laugh.

"Look at what you're saying... this kind of thing requires a bit of crudeness to do," Su Yan teased, taking a deep breath as he got up and walked towards the inner room.

"Old Zhao, bring the midwife's saw and dig it out for me!"