While others lose San points in the world of Cthulhu, I am cutting sashimi on the operating table.
Introduction
In this strange universe composed of ancient corpses, the earth is like wriggling muscles, the ocean is like boiling stomach acid, and the sky is like translucent pleura. Humanity is trembling in the gap between ancient gods and disease, with the exception of the "Benevolent Hospital" that is on the verge of bankruptcy.
And deep in the emergency room, which smelled of disinfectant, sat a man who made all mythical creatures in the universe fearful - Dr. Lu.
In the eyes of the world, he is a madman, a butcher armed with the "Gluttony Fang" scalpel, and an exorcist who can instantly dismember unspeakable monsters.
But in Dr. Lu's own eyes, he is just a severely hypoglycemic patient who works part-time as a Michelin chef.
"There are no incurable terminal diseases, there are only uncooked ingredients."
When the deep divers captured the coast, what others saw was the horrific disaster of genetic collapse. What they saw was super-grade seafood with firm flesh, and their backhand was a [Lancet Peeling];
When gargoyles were ravaging the city and others were waiting to die in despair, he took out the [Gravel Guide] because it was the top sea salt seasoning;
When the ancient god awakened and the world fell into madness, he calmly set up a sterile barrier and complained dissatisfiedly: "How long does it take to cook ingredients of this size before they taste good!
