The image of the cork had already surfaced in the Exorcist's mind.
"So did you see the roots of the plant? Is it a seed?" the Exorcist pressed on.
"No seeds. You could understand it as his body being the seed; it could sprout from anywhere," the doctor said, casually wiping blood from his mask with some cotton, before using a scalpel to pick up a chunk of cut flesh.
The fine veins on the surface of the flesh looked like blood vessels, and the doctor used tweezers to pluck it, peeling out a web-like network from the flesh.
The doctor rinsed it in clean water to remove the blood. Without the bloodstain, the network looked more like the root system of a plant.
"These are the withered roots of the plant, growing directly within the flesh."
"No seeds... so it's not parasitic?" the Exorcist murmured to himself.
If flesh and blood serve as seeds and fertile soil, it resembles more of a curse.
"Dissect the roots from other parts," Lu Li instructed.
