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AI Doctor : From Slave to Beast King

Life in hell mode was never fun? Was it? *********** Being burned alive in a laboratory out of sheer jealousy for he had created the best AI system in the medical world? Oh boy, Damien could assure you that it was not fun. But then again, you never get another chance to feel the slow burn—okay that went dark quickly. Lets take it from the top once again. Damien was sure he had angered someone up in the sky and given his foul mouth that hurled curses worse than a sailor he had very good idea of how it happened. Because if being abandoned in the orphanage was not bad enough, he was stabbed by the very mentor he trusted and followed with closed eyes. But when he found himself waking up in another world— even after death he was not left alone. SMH. The world of beastmen —— he realised that he never knew how difficult hell mode truly was. Surviving in the world of beasts was a challenge in itself. And for Damien who found himself in the body of the discarded crown prince of the Brystoria Empire—With a broken nucleus and mana suppressed by Tartarite nails and used as a weapon of humiliation, it was not a challenge. For Damien, survival in the beast world was like walking on a thin rope, that too on one foot! Fortunately, the AI system that Damien developed as a doctor before his death followed him to this world of beasts. Join Damien in his new quest as he overturns his destiny from being a slave to the king of beasts.

Snore_lax · Fantaisie
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Chapter 72

"You—you want to treat him?" Azriel looked at Damien, his brows were twisted as he said to Damien, "Boy, have you lost your mind?" 

"Have I?" Damien pointed at the beastman on the bed. "He has lost a lot of blood, if I don't treat him, even with the replenishing ointment will not be enough to save his life. Because the rate at which he is losing blood is faster than the rate of recovery." 

Azriel glared at him, "You truly have lost your mind. You want to save this beastman? Do you even know where he works and what he does for a living?" 

"Does it matter," Damien walked over to the bed where Sigurd was lying and activated [Eye of Observation.].

Without looking at Azriel he continued to speak, "No matter what he does or how he makes his living has little to do with me. All I care about is whether they can pay for my treatment."