4: Chapter 4 Mental Explosion!

Su Ye hadn't slept all night.

But he wasn't tired.

This feeling was very strange; his body had clearly just gone through a series of ordeals—puncture, rejection, and fusion. Logically, he should have been exhausted to the point of collapse, yet his mental state exhibited a bizarre excitement, clarity, and lucidity...

"The Rudimentary Golden Core has perfectly fused with my body. Rejection is no longer an issue. Now, I am more the master of this core than that patient was."

Su Ye pondered. A constant cool sensation welled up from his lower abdomen, slowly climbing along his spine before finally merging into the crown of his head and dispersing. It felt like burying his entire head into a cold mountain spring on a scorching summer afternoon; every nerve was being soaked, and every brain cell was stretching out.

He sat at his desk, feeling this unprecedented clarity, and fell into deep thought.

The memory fusion brought about by the transmigration was actually not perfect. Twenty-four years of life experience, plus five years of undergraduate and three years of master's medical knowledge, were all stuffed into his head. However, these memories were like an invisible library; the books were all there, but there was no catalog. He knew he had "learned" these things, but when he wanted to call upon a specific piece of knowledge, he had to search back and forth in his mind, like looking for a specific book in the dark in a library filled with books.

This was also the reason why he occasionally got stuck.

But now...

Su Ye stood up, walked to the bedside, and dragged a dusty cardboard box out from under the bed.

Inside were medical textbooks from his school days.

Systematic Anatomy, Regional Anatomy, Pathology, Surgery, Internal Medicine... They were stacked neatly in piles, with creases on the spines from being flipped through and Su Ye's neat handwriting on the title pages.

Clearly, Su Ye had put in a lot of hard work.

Su Ye pulled out the thickest one—Surgery, ninth edition, nearly eight hundred pages.

"If the Water-elemental Golden Core Embryo represents the Mental System, then what effects will the Mental System bring me?"

His gaze fell upon the pages.

Then he froze.

The content of the first page: General Introduction to Surgery, basic concepts of asepsis, management standards for the operating room, and the steps and requirements for surgical hand washing. His gaze simply swept from top to bottom once, and he immediately knew it by heart.

It was as if his mind had taken a photograph of the page's contents.

Su Ye flipped to the second page.

The third page.

Reading ten lines at a glance—it was exactly like that.

Holy crap!

But what shocked him even more wasn't the speed of memorization, but the depth of understanding.

When he flipped to the "Abdominal Surgery" chapter and saw the surgical steps for a Subtotal Gastrectomy, a complete surgical scene automatically emerged in his mind. These images were as clear as a 3D projection simulation; he could "see" exactly where the surgeon's every incision was made, "see" the layered structure of the stomach wall separate one by one under the blade, and "see" the blood vessels being ligated and the anastomosis being sutured.

Every step was revealed in minute detail.

It was as if he had performed this Surgery himself.

Su Ye took a deep breath and quickened the pace of flipping pages.

Hepatobiliary Surgery...

Cardiothoracic Surgery...

Neurosurgery...

In the Urology Department chapter, he lingered for a few extra seconds. The steps for Percutaneous Nephrolithotomy were reenacted in his mind, perfectly matching what he had seen with his own eyes on the operating table the day before yesterday.

Orthopedics...

In less than twenty minutes.

Su Ye closed the nearly eight-hundred-page Surgery book.

Every chapter, every surgical procedure, and every anatomical point within was firmly memorized—and it wasn't just simple memorization! He could call up a complete simulation of any Surgery in his mind at any time, from the first incision to the last stitch, every step crystal clear.

"I now possess powerful theoretical knowledge, and I've fully mastered it. The wonderful uses of this Golden Core have only just begun. I feel that I should already be able to dominate within the department."

Su Ye leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Reading ability, memory, understanding.

All had been vastly improved.

And the Water-element Golden Core had only just begun to fuse; there were still seventy hours until the fusion was complete.

This was only the beginning.

...

Before he knew it, it had grown light outside.

Su Ye turned to look at the window.

The early morning light seeped through the thin curtains, carrying a clean, washed texture. He stood up, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

It was June in Jiangcheng. At 5:30 AM, the horizon was just beginning to turn the color of a fish's belly.

The wind squeezed through the gaps in the window, brushing gently across his face. It carried the coolness of dew, the oily aroma from distant breakfast stalls, and the scent of the previous night's rain lingering on the leaves of the roadside trees.

Su Ye suddenly felt that the world had changed.

The sky was still the same sky, and the buildings were still the same buildings.

Yet, from Su Ye's perspective, everything had undergone a brand-new transformation!

He could "feel" everything outside the window.

The elderly man walking his dog downstairs moved with slow and steady steps, about thirty meters away. In the opposite apartment building, someone was doing morning exercises, their joints making faint clicking sounds as they moved. Further away, a sanitation truck was slowly approaching along the road, the rustling sound of its tires rolling over the wet pavement clearly audible.

It wasn't that he couldn't hear these sounds before, but rather that his brain would automatically filter out that noise because it couldn't handle too much.

Now, the filter had been removed.

"Is this what it feels like to have a cheat code?"

He could feel which direction the wind was coming from, sense the subtle changes in humidity in the air, and feel the layers of temperature when the sunlight hit his skin—richer than ever before.

Even—

He closed his eyes.

The world outside the window did not disappear.

Those people, those objects, those sounds, and those scents remained within his range of "perception," like an invisible net spreading outward with him as the center, covering a range of about ten meters.

It was blurred, but real.

He reached out his hand and looked at his palm.

The lines on his palm were clearer than before, and a needle mark from last night's blood sampling needle still remained on his fingertip.

He clenched his fist and then relaxed it.

"Hiss."

But right then, a sharp pain in his waist struck without warning.

Su Ye groaned, his body involuntarily arching. He braced one hand against the windowsill and clutched his left waist with the other.

The pain came as quickly as it went, lasting for about five or six seconds before subsiding. However, it was followed by a wave of intense dizziness. The scenery before him swayed, and the morning light outside the window became blinding, forcing him to close his eyes.

This was... the aftershocks of the rejection reaction.

The fusion was still in progress, and the adjustment between his body and the Rudimentary Golden Core was far from over. Combined with the fact that he hadn't slept all night, the wound from the puncture hadn't fully healed, and the weakness from blood loss all erupted at this moment.

Su Ye leaned against the wall and slowly walked back to the bedside, sitting down.

His head was very dizzy.

He glanced at his phone.

It was 5:42 AM.

There were still over two hours before he had to report at 8:00 AM.

Su Ye thought for a moment, opened WeChat, and found Zhang Yuanping's chat window.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling very well today. I have a low-grade fever and would like to take a day off to rest." He added a yellow emoji of someone clutching their head and crying.

Sent.

He looked at the message and gave a bitter smile.

On the fourth day after transmigrating, he was already starting to take leave.

This career as a Standardized Resident Trainee was becoming a bit of a farce.

But it didn't matter.

He had things to do now that were far more important than going to work.

Su Ye placed his phone on the nightstand. The moment he closed his eyes, he could feel the existence of that Rudimentary Golden Core deep in his left waist. At this moment, it rested there quietly—cool, pulsating, and gradually merging into his body bit by bit.

Like a seed that had just been buried in the soil.

It hadn't sprouted yet.

Waiting for the moment of lush growth.

Perhaps only then would the full picture of this world truly be presented to Su Ye.