Female Queen: They Are All Sick, Only I Am the Medicine

This is a world built on the corpses of ancient gods. Between heaven and earth, the spiritual energy is mixed and turbid. And civilization has its own methods: The man is a "furnace". He lives to absorb toxins for the female cultivators. When he dies, his bones are as black as iron. Women are "monks" who take the initiative to become infected for the sake of strength, and face the risk of growing scales, horns, and completely turning into beasts at any time. When Bai Ze traveled through time, he started with a "second-class furnace cauldron" that was about to be scrapped, waiting to be thrown into the biochemical pool for oil refining. Until he discovered that his body was actually a [melting furnace]. The deadly poison that others avoid is his only fuel. So, atop this stinking mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a clinic called "Drunken Immortal" quietly opened. [Registration Instructions]: The medicine here does not cure illness, it only prolongs life. The doctors here don't save people, they only trade. Facing those powerful female devils, Bai Ze wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Don't talk about feelings, my lords." "I only care... What price can you afford to pay for this moment of clarity?" ——They call him a living immortal who saves people in distress. ——Only he knew that when he peeled off the shiny skin, there were already riddled with holes and embers covered with corpse spots.