No essential differences?
There's a huge difference, alright?!
The wrinkles on the village chief's aged face were bunched together, displaying a profoundly complex emotion. His heavy breathing made one suspect he might faint any second.
"If you really can't accept this..."
Li Ang prolonged his voice and said, "I have a few other solutions."
"Hmm?"
The village chief suddenly snapped back to reality, as if he had grabbed the last straw for survival, hurriedly saying, "Other solutions? Are you referring to..."
Li Ang rubbed his hands, "The first solution is to develop another drug, which will alter your taste and sll system temporarily, so you can't sll the stink, don't feel nauseated, and even think you're eating delicious chocolate."
Li Ang said, "Take a pill every morning, then you can calmly start the day confident in your output, strolling through the streets, greeting neighbors kindly,
asking if they've had breakfast, how it tasted, and whether they paired it with soy milk.
You might have to brush your teeth and rinse more often, and you'll need to beware of incoming brave outsiders to avoid misunderstanding your local culture."
"This..."
The village chief said with a pained expression, "It sounds slightly better, but there's no practical difference, right? It's still eating it directly?"
"Chocolate-flavored shit is sowhat easier to accept than shit-flavored shit, isn't it?"
Li Ang said helplessly, "If it's not feasible, I have a second solution, which involves performing surgery for everyone in the village, making a hole at the navel area,
using a rubber tube to connect the hole to the stomach and intestines.
Then you'll make a bunch of drip racks, fix the rubber tube to allow it to extract a solution containing intestinal flora from a glass bottle-shaped filtering device.
From then on, you'll push the drip racks wherever you go, and the drip will follow.
To prevent brave outsiders from discovering the truth, you can claim the drip racks are actually life-support devices, just like respirators."
"..."
The village chief envisioned the entire population pushing drip racks, walking back and forth in the village, and shook his head sharply,
it would heavily disrupt normal activities,
and if outsiders saw, they might think everyone in the village would die without intravenous drips.
"That won't work either?"
Li Ang, slightly impatient, smacked his lips, "The final solution is a portable intestinal flora transplant device."
"Transplant?"
The village chief hesitated for a mont, "What does that an?"
Li Ang didn't waste words, took out a handful of soil from the ring and used Alchemy to refine it into a brown-yellow glass bottle resembling an oral liquid container, and said, "See this little bottle?
Fill it with intestinal flora solution, and use it like a suppository,
the bottle will continuously release intestinal flora, providing enough for one day's activities, ready to use, it won't affect daily operations, won't cause physiological aversion in terms of taste and sll, and from the outside, almost no abnormalities are visible, very discreet..."
"This! This is good!"
The village chief's eyes glead, almost shouting in delight, "We'll go with this!"
"...Of course, to install a safe and reliable filtration layer that prevents rupture from daily operations, the actual volu of the portable transplant device will be slightly larger than this bottle, but still within acceptable range."
Li Ang said leisurely, "To match the transplant device,
we also need to develop a power-driven instrunt that filters feces, extracts intestinal flora,
considering we won't settle here for long,
we'll also need to develop a production line for transplant devices and separation instrunts,
train professional physicians skilled in using these instrunts, as well as industrial workers who maintain the production line.
The operational and maintenance costs will be much higher than the previous two solutions."
"..."
The village chief hesitated for a mont but, to avoid a fate of eternal feces consumption for generations, resolutely nodded deeply, "We'll go with this. Regarding the production line for instrunts and devices..."
"I can help solve it."
Li Ang nodded, "The intestinal flora transplant device, to put it plainly, is just a more complex suppository.
As for the feces filtering instrunt,
it requires a centrifuge and a filter,
plus devices capable of performing corresponding flora detection, to prevent random stool transplantation leading to rejection reactions—the selection and inspection process resembles blood donation principles; so dical expertise is needed to discern differences and issues.
It's best for each household to use close relatives' feces, to reduce unnecessary potential threats."
The stool transplantation therapy in practical terms requires very stringent selection and thorough discussion of experintal plans, it's not sothing that can be done casually,
but in this world, the indigenous ghouls have greater physical potential than ordinary humans here,
and they don't misuse antibiotics, so there's no scenario where "multi-drug-resistant bacteria are transplanted, causing immunosuppression and infection for the recipient."
Li Ang, very professional, patiently explained the pros and cons of this sche and its precautions,
while explaining, he used Alchemy to shape a handbook entirely detailed with simple image labels for each step—without using words, to prevent them from not understanding after the player transmission leaves.
After spending a few minutes on the explanation, Li Ang took a breath and looked at the village chief, speaking slowly, "According to the plan I established, the premature aging symptoms should be resolved later,
and after transplanting intestinal flora, the bloodthirsty impulses within the Ghoul Bloodline troubling you are likely to be eliminated."
"Really, thank you so much."
The village chief nodded deeply sincerely, being able to cure premature aging without eating feces felt like descend from hell to heaven.
He seed to think of sothing, patted his head, called over a guard not far away, gave a few instructions in his ear,
the guard nodded and hurried away,
the village chief then turned to Li Ang, nodding and saying, "Hero, please follow ."
The village chief, leaning on his cane, led the player to the door of a warehouse-looking house, ordered the guard to open the door, revealing a large pile of sorted, neatly categorized equipnt and items inside.
"These are all special items our village accumulated over ti, but due to age, loss of technology, or simply lack of operating instructions,
very few items remain in usable condition."
The village chief rubbed his palms rather embarrassingly, "This actually violates the rules our ancestors set,
but Hero, you are the savior of our village, you can freely choose forty items from this warehouse."
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