Chapter 35 Magic Spirit Trading

Broken Lake Prison, treatment room.

"As long as I remain silent, you will think that I am not awake yet?"

Ash opened his eyes and stared directly at the medic who was playing with his face.

The medical doctor's job number plate [222] was hanging on his clothes, which was obviously the medical doctor from last time.

"If you don't want to look bad, just close your eyes!"

"okay."

The medical doctor fiddled with it for a few more minutes before letting go of his face: "Okay, you can get up. Here are the apples you asked for last time."

Ash quickly stood up, touched his face, and breathed a sigh of relief. There was a plate of apples cut into rabbit shapes next to the bedside table with toothpicks inserted on them. Ash picked them up and took a bite.

"Okay, okay, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, none of them are missing. I thought I was going to make some contribution to species diversity."

"I'm helping you with surgery, how can you doubt me?"

The medic crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to look angry, but she was wearing a crow mask and her voice was processed by the mask. Not only was Ash not afraid, he even extended his hand.

"what?"

"Didn't you say that if I asked you to have plastic surgery, you would pay me?"

"Oh." The medical doctor obediently took out her wallet, but she immediately reacted: "I said so yesterday, but you didn't agree either!"

"Then did you perform any plastic surgery on me?"

"Plastic surgery is very complicated, not as simple as you think -"

"That's what you did?"

"I only did a little bit. In fact, it was just a very small operation... How much do you want?"

"Give me a silver coin."

The medical doctor was obviously relieved. He lowered his head and rummaged through his wallet, then raised his head and asked, "Can gold coins be used? I don't have any change."

Ash, who had been eating the country's food, had no idea about the economic system of this world. He was surprised: So in this world, silver coins are considered as change given to beggars?

One really dared to give it, and the other really dared to take it. Ash took the gold coin and felt a burst of joy deep in his consciousness.

As his palms became warm, Ash seemed to see a human cub in pajamas patting his bulging belly, lying back and falling asleep.

He looked down at the gold coin and felt that it had become a little smaller. Based on this consumption, it is estimated to last one year.

What, feeding magic spirits is quite simple.

Although Ash is the kind of person who would hit someone with a stick whenever there was no need, there was a reason why he reached out to ask for money this time.

After all, Sword Girl told him that magic spirits must be fed with money, and since he had no money, he could only find ways to get some money from people with lower IQs.

Ash put the gold coins into the bag with satisfaction and asked casually: "Then what kind of plastic surgery did you perform on me?"

“Drew’s forehead skin extension and wrinkle reduction procedure, simply put, removes forehead wrinkles.”

The medical doctor paused, slowly stood up straight, and looked down at Ash with a crow's beak: "I am willing to perform this operation on you, so you should kowtow to me. You must know that forehead wrinkles can greatly affect a person's appearance. A Dru spell out there costs a lot of money to—"

"What, you actually took away my most handsome and manly forehead tattoo?"

Ash was furious: "The unscrupulous medical doctor actually disfigured the patient while he was sleeping and took away the patient's most splendid beauty. Is there any royal law here? Is it still reasonable? This is a medical accident and this is murder. !”

The medical doctor was stunned by Ash's counterattack move, and he stayed for a while before opening his wallet.

"How much do you want?"

"Hey, don't be like this, I'm not such a casual person." Ashiu refused righteously: "I'm not the kind of criminal who uses leverage to coerce others into doing things for him."

The medic thought for a moment.

"You sit here for a while, and I'll look for news reports about you..."

"Anyway! Say it!" Ya Xiu quickly pulled the medical doctor back: "I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Don't ask me my name, don't take off my mask, don't touch my skin!"

The medical doctor was startled and quickly knocked off Ash's hand. He crossed his arms and crossed his chest to defend himself, allowing Ash to finally feel his dignity as a death row prisoner.

But Ash was also a little curious: "Why not?"

"This is the rule of Broken Lake Prison. Medical doctors are not allowed to communicate with prisoners in private. If they are discovered, they will be dismissed from their position as medical doctors. In serious cases, they may even be imprisoned!"

"Does this mean...we will become inmates soon?"

"If you have any questions, ask them quickly, and leave immediately after you ask them."

The medical doctor didn't seem to care much about this rule, and Ash felt like she wanted to take a long unpaid vacation.

"Is the elf who fought me to the death still alive?"

"He was less injured than you and left long ago."

"The injury is minor?"

"His throat was just slit. This injury is nothing. It took others a few minutes to heal him. It took me more than an hour to let you grow the flesh back."

The medic spread his hands out to look like he was lying.

Ash looked at his intact thighs and shoulders and thought, is the cost of treatment here measured by kilograms?

The more flesh you lose, the more difficult it is to treat. Is it okay to cut one's throat and shoot one's head?

In other words, the butt is considered a high-risk organ here? Butts are more important than heads?

"Is there any problem? Hurry up."

"I also want to ask if there is a place in the prison where magic spirits are traded. Men who live alone are a little lonely and want to keep some pets..."

The medic looked at Ash intently.

"I'm going to report you for trying to escape from prison."

"I am already a death row prisoner. Even if you report me, can you still increase my sentence?"

"Okay, I'll resurrect you after you die once and let you die again."

"What, there is such an operation!?"

"Of course not. This is a waste of taxpayers' money and is inhumane. This type of repeated executions was banned a hundred years ago."

"Does this mean that a prisoner on death row a hundred years ago might have to die many times..."

"In short, I won't answer your question." The medical doctor said with his hands crossed: "A death row prisoner like you should honestly become our medical material, and die when it is no longer useful."

"Unexpectedly, you have very upright views..."

"How could you tell that my outlook on things is wrong?"

"After all, you have been chatting with a death row prisoner like me for so long. I thought you were the kind of rebellious child who would be curious about criminals."

"I, I'm not curious. If I were really curious, I would just go read the news reports."

The medical doctor packed up the treatment equipment as he spoke. Ash jumped off the bed and moved his thighs and shoulders.

The operation was successful. Except for the skin color of a certain piece of flesh on the thigh and a certain piece of shoulder flesh, which was obviously a shade whiter than the surrounding areas, there were no major problems.

"If I said I was wronged, would you believe me?"

"Don't think I'm so easy to deceive." The medical doctor sneered: "Since the introduction of the memory evidence system, there has never been an unjust, false or wrong case. The Crime Investigation Department must have discovered your criminal process from your memory before convicting you. ——”

"No, the Crime Hunting Agency did not obtain any memory evidence from my brain."

"How can it be--"

"You can check the reports, but the Crime Hunting Agency really didn't take my memory, and I was really wronged."

Ash was confident, not to mention that the perpetrator was Heath and not Ash. More importantly, he didn't even have the memory of Heath, so he said this without any psychological burden.

The medic looked at Ash suspiciously.

"Didn't you lie to me?"

"I lied to you. I have never received overtime pay for overtime work in my life."

"If you dare to lie to me, you will be dead. You'd better pray that you don't get hurt again, otherwise if you get into my hands, I will change your race and gender!"

The medical doctor's words had a huge impact on Ash's young mind - he also wanted to see the multi-racial health care industry in another world, but he never thought that the medical technology in this world has reached the point where even race and gender can be changed!

Can you still believe it when you see a beautiful girl on the street like this? Is there still trust between people?

"But even if you say that, I can't answer you."

The medical doctor spread his hands.

"The magic power of you condemned criminals is restricted. The first step in trading magic spirits is that the seller uses magic power to release the magic spirit, and the buyer uses magic power to reactivate the magic spirit. If you cannot use magic power, you cannot release it. The magic spirit cannot activate the magic spirit."

Magic power actually has an effect similar to key authentication. Ash increasingly feels that magic power is really a universal energy source. Ash will not be surprised to hear that magic power has a Bluetooth function.

No wonder the prison didn't block their magic spirits. On the one hand, it might be because the magic spirits couldn't be restrained. On the other hand, as long as their magic power was restricted, they wouldn't be able to make waves at all.

Ash still refused to give up: "Is there no hope at all? There is no place similar to the Death Match Club that can allow us to unlock the restrictions on magic power?"

After experiencing an exploration of the virtual realm, Ya Xiu realized that finding all the magic spirits he needed in the virtual realm was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. If you give him enough time, it's not impossible to find a needle in a haystack, but the problem is that there is not much time left for Ash.

Although Ash is not risk-averse, he is willing to bet his hopes on probability, but he is not willing to have no hedging means. Just like the company allows them to work overtime 996 hours a day and also buys health insurance for them. Regardless of whether an employee dies suddenly or not, the company wins. As an outstanding employee of the year, Yaxiu naturally understands such an excellent company culture and is always ready to take action.

If he could find a magic spirit trading platform, even if all Ya Xiu picked up in the virtual realm were garbage, he would still have a chance to recover his blood.

"Yes, don't you know?"

The medical doctor's answer was beyond Ashus' expectations, "Why would I know?"

"Because this is an experience that all death row inmates will experience at least once... Oh yes, you have only been in prison for a few days, and you haven't had time yet."

Ash immediately understood what she meant.

"Blood Moon Judgment?"