Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary! Chapter 520: The Koi and the Flying Bird

"And then one day, they suddenly discovered that many of the large fish in the pond were beginning to die, and much of the vegetation was starting to wither. They panicked, especially those large fish that had lived long enough. They thought the waterfall had co, because every ti the waterfall descended, it would also cause a massive impact on them, and many fish would die as well."

"But slowly, after the first batch of large fish had all perished, they realized they were wrong. What had co was not the waterfall, but so kind of spreading poison. And what died wasn't just them, but all creatures that touched that poison. It spread from the very top, bit by bit, down to the deeper waters, gradually making the entire pond uninhabitable."

Sir Aiwen took a deep breath and looked up toward the mountain peak.

"So, they united and rose up in resistance, but they soon failed. Their corpses sank to the bottom of the pond, littering the entire bed with their remains. So fish foresaw that poison and dove deep into the pond's lowest depths early on, hoping to find a sliver of life amidst the white bones."

"But there were other fish, unwilling to accept that fate. They chose to leap upward, wanting to jump out of this pond, to call upon that waterfall that hadn't descended in a long, long ti, hoping it would inject vitality into this pond."

Having said this.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if a trace of weariness clung to his entire body.

Lynn quietly watched that pond where fish kept leaping out, and said:

"But they couldn't summon that waterfall, could they?"

Sir Aiwen smiled, raising his head, and said: "Yes, as you can see, so fish will never jump out of this pond in their entire lives. So fish, even if they jump out, will soon fall back. They can never reach that cliff."

"Because fish are fish. They cannot beco swans. They cannot soar through the sky, and naturally, they cannot awaken the waterfall on that cliff."

"One could say, if that were all, then the future of this pond was already predetermined long ago."

No one could change it.

Whether it was those who leaped, those who persisted, or those who sank.

In the end, the mont the poison spread throughout the entire pond, they would forever turn into piles of white bones.

Lynn watched the pond and said quietly:

"Is there really no chance at all?"

Sir Aiwen looked up and said: "No, there actually is."

Lynn turned his head and frowned as he looked at him.

Sir Aiwen waved his hand. A ripple of spiritual energy spread from his fingertip, and the entire pond imdiately underwent a subtle change under the influence of that wisp of energy.

In that pond, Lynn saw a strand of light, saw a dium-sized carp flickering with a faint glow.

Its light illuminated the surrounding darkness. Countless scarred large fish surrounded it, protected it, fed it, defended it against the erosion of that poison, maintaining its purity.

As if waiting for a certain mont to arrive.

Waiting for one final chance to leap upward.

Ti also seed to pass swiftly under the effect of that wisp of spiritual energy.

And finally, at that mont, when the golden light shone to its extre, that carp charged toward the water's surface. Amidst the scattering droplets of water, with fearless courage, it used all its strength to leap upward, leaping toward that lofty mountain peak.

Lynn stared blankly at that scene, watching it leap past the clouds, watching that golden light shower down upon the entire pond.

Sir Aiwen also raised his head and said:

"This is the first path, and also the one the large fish still clinging to life now place the most hope in."

Lynn gazed at that dot of golden light in the sky and murmured:

"What about the second one?"

Sir Aiwen looked down toward the deepest part of the pond. Vaguely, it seed that amidst the piles of white bones, a newly hatched fry was gently swaying between the carcasses of one large fish after another.

It was very inconspicuous, completely unaware of the poison spreading in the waters above, and unable to see the warm light emitted by that golden carp.

It just swam carefreely among those remains, accustod to it all.

It was ordinary.

So ordinary it couldn't even compare to those roaming large fish.

But it was also extraordinary.

Because what grew on its body wasn't scales, but plus.

As if it never belonged to this pond from birth; it belonged to that azure sky. It didn't need to leap, it didn't need to worry. It only needed to wait for the mont its plus grew full and it erged from the water.

Then it could spread its wings and soar.

Beco that flying bird.

Use its own long cry to awaken that long-slumbering waterfall.

Let the surging torrents once again inject vibrant vitality into this pond, letting the poison dilute away in the rushing floodwaters.

"That is the second path, and also one many fish don't know about and won't seek."

"Because rather than pinning their future on a vague legend, they prefer to believe in that brocade carp destined to be dazzling from birth. They prefer to believe it will leap upward, leap onto that mountain peak no one can reach."

Sir Aiwen turned his head. His pitch-black eyes reflected Lynn's stunned face.

"But if that brocade carp also fails."

"Then we can only hope that fry will truly, as the legend says, transform into a flying bird."

Chirp————

The mont he finished speaking, Lynn's ears seed to truly hear that long cry of a bird.

He saw that fish spread its dazzling wings, watched water droplets fall from its feathers, saw it leap upward and soar on spread wings.

But who knows.

The mont it spreads its wings and becos a flying bird.

Will it still be that carefree fish from before?

...

Night Doctor outpost, inside the room.

The surrounding illusion slowly faded, restoring the room's layout. Lynn sat in his wheelchair, brows tightly furrowed, his mind still constantly echoing Sir Aiwen's words.

Sir Aiwen sat quietly in his chair, not disturbing him, just watching him.

A long ti passed.

Lynn finally snapped back to reality, raised his eyes, and looked with complex emotions at Sir Aiwen opposite him, saying:

"So, am I that fish covered in plus? Sir."

Sir Aiwen turned to look at him and shook his head. "Perhaps you are, but perhaps you aren't. Who knows? Actually, aside from , no one believes in that absurd legend, and no one believes there really is a fish that can turn into a flying bird."

"And even if there really is, what does it matter?"

He stood up, grasped his shoulders, looked into his eyes, and smiled brightly:

"So you don't need to rush to consider these things."