He struggled to open his eyes wide, wanting to clearly see the sky that was gradually being subrged by darkness.
But he could see nothing at all.
He didn't resist.
He didn't cry.
In the end, he just let out a tired, helpless smile.
So it turns out, I really am a liar.
"I'm sorry, I lied to you," he whispered softly, comforting those desperate souls for the last ti, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... sorry..."
God, if there really is a god in this world...
Please save them.
Even if it's just one... even if it's only one...
In the last mont before being overwheld by monsters, the doctor reached out his hand towards the empty sky, with one final plea.
But no one responded.
And so, amid the self-tearing and trampling, his body ca apart, leaving no trace behind.
Only a faint glimr of thought persisted.
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, fifty years...
This heart will not perish.
Even if burned by fire or drowned in water, even if heaven crumbles and earth splits, even if dood to wander forever in this lonely darkness.
And so, little by little, it took root and grew once more.
Until one day, a spirit born from the glimr opened its eyes once again, looking at the world composed of wails and despair.
Ah, ah, why? Why...
There are still patients, still the sick, this world still harbors such profound sources of illness...
And so, they, they, They, reached out their hands.
Everyone, please don't be afraid!
A doctor can save the patient...
A doctor will save the patient.
This ti, the doctor, will definitely save the patient!
And so, they struggled up with difficulty, staggering forward once more, step by step, moving their bodies, continuing to walk, walking, walking, heading towards the source of the crying.
Only the tears of rain stained the white coat red.
In that mont, Lian Cheng's shadow from behind reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Finally, I've found you..."
The broken doctor told him, "You're sick."
"Get away!"
Lian Cheng retreated in shock, waving his hand, trying to swat away the nonexistent hand, but other than the illusion before him, he couldn't feel anything.
"What in the world is this!"
Heartbeat, blood flow, life, spiritual essence, and even... soul!
Why does it have nothing!!!
The doctor, staggering forward, hoarsely murmured, "The patients are sick, they want to die, I can't help them... You are sick too, but you still want to harm more people..."
He said, "Your sickness is severe..."
"Don't be afraid, I will save you." Another face rose from the darkness, drenched in rain, with bloody tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes, telling him, "We will save you."
They said, "We can definitely save you!"
There's no need to panic anymore, and no need to suffer; just close your eyes and wait with hope.
The doctors opened their eyes through teary vision, looking at Lian Cheng, one after another they reached out their hands, towards the patient needing to be saved—this ti, the doctor would surely send the patient suffering so much pain to a peaceful, eternal slumber!
Lian Cheng scread in agony.
Above the place where his right eye had been, a bloody hole suddenly appeared.
The director opened his mouth and swallowed the right eye that had been taken from him; just like that, the evil-righting eye was healed. Then, the deputy director reached out and opened his mouth, healing the left eye that had bred venom and spite.
The Head of Otolaryngology wiped away the mouth that had told lies and caused pain, the attending surgeon of the general surgery cured the hands that had poisoned and tornted patients, and Doctor Xu from orthopedics corrected the spine that had bolstered sinful flesh...
Lian Cheng struggled frantically, constantly throwing targeted Soul Impacts, trying to spread contamination multiple tis, but it was useless now.
He collapsed on the ground, wriggling like maggots, struggling endlessly.
But the doctors stayed by his side, consuming that Mutated pollution without a thought for the consequences, determined not to give up on the patient before them... They scooped out the brain that had conceived deceit and malice.
At last, Director Qian consud the heart that lacked remorse and enlightennt!
The patient was cured.
The patient finally died.
Countless doctors' silhouettes clustered around the patient's relic, layered upon one another, celebrating the arrival of health, singing of the coming of a better world.
Yet they couldn't stop the tears from streaming down their faces.
"Liar!"
Above the tumor, the patients who couldn't die wailed, repeatedly accusing, "Liar! Liar! Liar!!!"
The doctor's figure flickered.
"Liar!!!"
The doctor lowered his head.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The doctor stroked the faces upon the tumor, exhaustedly kneeling to the ground, "I can't... save you..."
"Liar!!!"
Mutant breaths entwined with him, as he whispered over and over, but with the continuous Erosion and contamination, even his words could no longer be maintained.
And then, behind him, Ji Jue approached silently, bending down.
He picked up a black relic, sharp-edged like a razor blade.
He gripped it tightly.
The Matrix of Non-attack flowed from his hands, silently catalyzing, extracting, forging, integrating the evil Divine Essence within... and from a distance, he aid at the doctor's unguarded back.
He had only one chance.
To forge the contradiction and the core of the Ti Ruins, it was right before him, the shadow already congealed into reality...
All it took was to plunge this into his body, grind the last resistance, completely erase its existence, and then everything could end!
But when Ji Jue's palm was raised, he finally saw it, that face slowly turning to look back.
And his tears.
The relic halted midway in the air.
A mont of hesitation.
Then, he heard a sharp, anguished roar.
"What are you doing!!!"
His hand was grasped tightly, forcibly immobilized.
The doctor looked up furiously at him, viciously questioning, "Is this... is this what we taught you!"
Ji was too slow to react.
He was yanked forward.
By the ti he regained his senses, he saw those hands pulling his own arms, thrusting the relic into the doctor's chest, deep inside!
There was no blood, no wailing, only a sound like a bursting bubble.
Much like the lingering sound of a dream dissipating.
On that blurry face, Director Qian's face gradually erged, and finally, he rebuked the stunned junior, "As a doctor, facing disaster and disease, how can you hesitate?!"
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