Wu Yue held up her own scrawny hands. "System, I've lived my whole life without ever killing so much as a chicken, and now you want me to perform surgery?"
The System rubbed its head, looking a bit sheepish. "Host, my hands are tied. You just examined them yourself. They're already running fevers. If this continues, they definitely won't last more than a few days."
The System droned on and on, trying its best to persuade her, but when it finally finished, its host had gone completely silent.
"Host? Host? My beautiful, magnanimous, cute, and clever Host?"
Flattery, it seemed, worked like an @-mention. Wu Yue, who had been so quiet it was as if she'd dropped dead on the spot, actually responded.
"What do you want?"
System: "Were you even listening to me?"
Wu Yue shot it a glare. "System, you just told me to cut the rotting flesh off all the Half-beastman Warriors, but..."
