“What a pity. Even though Yangxin Hall’s farm provides us employees and our families with medical insurance benefits, it’s all the most basic kind. If only we had even the lowest-tier VIP medical insurance, I wouldn’t have to worry about our child.” Father said enviously.
“Having basic Medical Insurance is already pretty good. It saves our family quite a few spirit stone. Look around—most of the cultivators here don’t even have medical insurance, so they spend a fortune every time they come to the hospital.” Mother replied.
“That’s true. Still, Yangxin Hall only gives out these little perks to keep us from leaving. After all, the contract spells it out clearly—if you quit, both the medical insurance and employee benefits are canceled right away.” Father gave a bitter smile.
Mu Yanxin quietly followed behind, listening without speaking. After all, he didn’t really understand what medical insurance was.
From what he could tell, Medical Insurance seemed similar to the benefits sect disciples got, but apparently, outsiders could buy into it too.
As his parents chatted, they led him through the emergency building. Along the way, Mu Yanxin even saw a Nascent Soul sealed in a bottle full of liquid, being pushed on a cart by a female cultivator in white dress.
It was clear this was a cultivator at or above the Nascent Soul stage whose flesh body had been destroyed, forcing his Nascent Soul to escape.
Next, he would have to find another cultivator’s body to seize and would need years of cultivation to recover his strength.
But the spirit liquid in that bottle was filled with spiritual energy, constantly replenishing the Nascent Soul’s vital essence.
At the same time, the female cultivator in white dress asked the Nascent Soul inside the bottle, “Senior, would you like your flesh body rebuilt, or do you prefer an empty flesh body? Our hospital recently acquired a new batch of top-grade flesh bodies. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
“Of course I want an empty flesh body! This old man wants dual pupils, a supreme celestial bone, and a celestial spiritual root. Money is no object.” The Nascent Soul replied with a smile.
“That may take some time. Senior’s requirements are rather high. For a body like that, we’ll need to custom-make and transplant everything.” The female cultivator in white dress answered respectfully.
“No problem. As long as you can get it, this old man can wait.” The Nascent Soul seemed very pleased and closed his eyes to continue absorbing the energy in the spirit liquid.
All the things Mu Yanxin saw along the way had left him numb. In this manner, he simply followed his parents to the surgery building, which was even more crowded and much larger and taller than the emergency building they had just left.
Father took the surgery form to the reception desk, where several female cultivators in white dress were also seated.
These women, in their white short dresses and stockings, were everywhere in Yangxintang Hospital. Mu Yanxin guessed this must be the standard attire for female disciples of Yangxin Hall.
In contrast, there were other medical cultivators dressed in white robes and wearing masks. These medical cultivators were both men and women, and their status was obviously higher than the female cultivators in white dress. In Mu Yanxin’s eyes, it was like the difference between inner and outer sect disciples.
The female cultivator in white dress wrote a few notes on the surgery form, then handed it back to Father and said, “Just go to Operating Room No. 41. You’ll be up next.”
No one was allowed to fly in the hospital—at least, Mu Yanxin hadn’t seen any cultivator flying around. It was probably for the sake of courtesy and maintaining order; otherwise, with so many people, the main hall would become chaotic.
If you wanted to go to a higher floor, you could stand on a platform made of crystal that moved along a set route, ferrying guests to their designated floors.
The three members of the Mu family stood on the crystal board along with a crowd of people and soared to the fourth floor, where they entered the operating room marked No. 41.
Unlike the emergency building, where everyone could witness the emergency procedures, each surgery room in the surgery building had two layers: the outer layer was attended by a female cultivator in white dress, and the inner layer—behind a tightly locked door that blocked spiritual sense—was where the operation was actually performed. No one knew what went on inside.
The female cultivator took the surgery form, input some information onto the crystal panel in front of her, then said, “Please, all three of you, have a seat and wait a moment. The guest inside will be done soon. In the meantime, you can pick out his new appearance.”
“What do you mean, new appearance?” Father asked in confusion. None of the three had ever undergone a gender conversion surgery and didn’t know what the female cultivator was talking about.
“Of course, I mean the customized appearance after the gender conversion surgery. Our procedure doesn’t just change one’s gender—it also modifies their looks. That’s why we call it a custom surgery.” The female cultivator smiled.
“Well, I don’t know much about this kind of thing. Could you give us some recommendations?” Father asked.
“Of course. We have a few basic templates you can look at first, and then you can make adjustments as needed.” The female cultivator tapped the crystal panel, and five female forms were projected in front of them.
The five women looked lifelike, every strand of hair clearly visible. Most importantly, none of them wore any clothing—every detail of their bodies was laid bare to the eye.
Father’s face flushed red, and he turned his head away. Mu Yanxin quickly squeezed his eyes shut. He’d never seen anything so stimulating; he felt himself getting aroused.
Only Mother studied the five female figures seriously. She even said to Father and son, “Don’t be so shy—take a good look and make a careful choice. This concerns Yanxin’s future.”
“Is it really necessary to be this direct?” Father forced himself to look back at the projections, and Mu Yanxin also tried to open his eyes, but still couldn’t look straight at them.
“Please don’t misunderstand. We’re a proper hospital. This is all for the sake of medical precision. The color, shape, and size of every body part can be adjusted.”
“We must let the client see exactly what the result will look like, so there won’t be any disappointment after the operation,” explained the female cultivator seriously.
So, this would be what I’d look like in the future—at least for a while. With this in mind, Mu Yanxin had no choice but to force himself to look at the five women.
He’d devoted himself to cultivation in his previous life and had died before even reaching the age of twenty. He had never been intimate with a woman.
Although he’d gotten along well with a few female sect mates, their relationship never went beyond discussing cultivation. Seeing these five naked beauties in front of him was overwhelming.
The first had long, black hair reaching her hips, as silky and smooth as brocade, exuding a noble aura that discouraged any impure thoughts—like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.
The second had ample breasts, perky hips, long legs, and a slim waist. Her eyes smoldered with sensuality, making her a truly seductive enchantress whose looks alone could ignite a man’s blood.
The third had a cold gaze, strong, handsome features, and a tall, well-proportioned figure. She seemed like an aloof fairy—or perhaps a righteous sword-wielding heroine.
The fourth exuded the air of a noble lady: graceful, refined, and well-educated, with an extraordinary bearing. She seemed like the daughter of a prestigious family.
The last girl was petite and delicate, with an adorable face and a modest, handful-sized chest. Her innocent expression inspired affection.
“These five are the most popular templates at our hospital. Of course, if you prefer other types, we have many more options available,” said the female cultivator.
this is awful. just cringe chinese slop.