Chapter 79: 79. mories in Flesh and Blood
Thanks to the proficiency Lann developed in using countless Water Ghosts and Swamp Witches as materials, along with the precise self-anatomical diagrams provided by ntos.
The Demon Hunter managed to peel open his chest skin all the way to the ribs with only two instances of vascular rupture due to a tangled distribution of blood vessels.
The profuse bleeding was visibly stopped by the cumulative potion power of three bottles of , causing the blood vessels to reheal.
So much so, even though Lann’s face was contorted in agony as he tore open a large gash on his chest.
Yet the blood loss from his body wasn’t even enough to soak his clothing, let alone drip onto the floor.
Amidst the slick pulsations of his heart, the fingers responsible for inserting the gene seed adjusted its position.
Placed the tumor between the thymus and the heart.
Disconnected the thymus’s original flesh connection and linked it with the gene seed’s blood vessels.
Lann’s body, with thrice the dose of , continuously took effect, the severed blood vessels slowly reconnecting.
The implantation of the gene seed required bridging surgery between the thymus and heart, now, in terms of numbers, it was halfway successful.
But both Lann and ntos knew that this only counted as ten percent.
Because unlike the thymus, which lacks intense biological activity and mainly functions through hormone regulation.
A constantly beating heart pumps blood, and even if a single vessel is severed, under a Demon Hunter’s sturdy body, this hot blood could conservatively gush onto the beams.
For a normal person at rest, a single heart pump is about 70 milliliters.
But for a Demon Hunter, the total amount of one heart pump is at least 200 milliliters!
While the total volu of human blood is only about 4000 milliliters, Demon Hunters don’t differ much in overall weight compared to ordinary people, and blood volu is not much different either.
It ans that 20 heart pumps are enough to drain a Demon Hunter dry!
This isn’t limb bleeding or bleeding from other parts... Lann must directly sever one of his heart vessels!
He must remain calm because tension accelerates the heart’s activity.
He must be precise and swift because, considering a blood loss of 1500 milliliters approaches a comatose state, he has less than ten heartbeats!
The knife was already pressed against the slick blood vessel.
Without a trace of hesitation.
Lann’s mouth was biting hard enough to bleed during the process of tearing off his own skin.
But from start to finish, his eyes and hands remained steady without a tremor.
Just like the statent Lann made to Bordeaux at his dying mont.
If he’s determined to handle the things he can’t stand, his outco is no longer within his field of concern.
Life has been so complex and unpredictable, the living person today might be buried tomorrow.
If one wants to do the right thing yet incessantly valuing life and shying away from risk, isn’t that too cowardly?
Ever since Lann escaped from the Hell known as "Trial of the Grass," he’s decided not to shrink away from fear of outcos in the coming life.
Human traffickers and their buyers must die.
His strength is decidedly insufficient.
But in his hands, there is power capable of reversing disadvantage.
The logic is already clear, and the determination is already distinct.
So what is there left to hesitate about?
"Squish!"
The sound of the knife cutting into the heart vessel was silent, yet a burst of hot blood sprayed forth with enough force to create the sound of air splitting!
Just as Lann predicted, that burst of hot blood shot upward from his chest, half blocked by the Demon Hunter’s jaw, and the other half directly hitting the ceiling.
Leaving a large splash-like trail of blood from bottom to top across Lann’s left face.
That face twisted in pain, but the cat eyes beneath the blood were still as hard and cold as gleaming blades.
Even ntos hadn’t expected that while severing his heart vessel, Lann wouldn’t even hesitate for a mont!
Once the vessel was cut open, it finally reacted, using its retinal projection to filter out the blood-red covering Lann’s cat eyes.
"Vessel cut complete! Connect it! Quick! Connect the gene seed!"
In ntos’s loud, alard shout as if it had seen a ghost, the fingers entirely wetted by blood gently maneuvered the gene seed into the severed heart vessel.
This tumor had corresponding interfaces, and the heart vessel severed by Lann could perfectly match these connections.
It was like manually adding a tumor nodule to his heart vessel.
But the problem wasn’t resolved yet.
Under the violent pumping of the heart, Lann couldn’t complete vascular suturing.
The blood kept spurting from the crevices of the gene seed’s vessel interface.
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