Twenty days later...
"Luoning, next one!"
Aileen (╯－︿－)╯╧╧
"No, no more, no next one!"
She flipped the operating table, her eyes bloodshot: "Damn capitalists, I’m not a skeleton, I’m not, I’m not a skeleton! Doctors need rest too, I’m done!"
Baiyi silently took out a small black sphere, from which a weak voice erged: [But... but these people will really die.]
Aileen:....
"Continue."
"No!"
Thud!
"Aow~"(つ﹁`′﹁): "No! I’ll die suddenly!"
"There’s potion, you won’t."
"Ahhh... damn capitalists, you really should go to hell!"
"I’d like to, but hell doesn’t want . They think this is hell, if you don’t believe I can connect you with a few devils."
"Ahhh, damn capitalists, you really should go to heaven!"
Baiyi:.....
He glanced at Luoning, who was snickering, sensing so external auras, it should be... almost here.
After thinking it over, "In three days you can rest, for now, continue!"
Aileen’s eyes were resentful, her resentnt completely returned, it felt like the air pressure was sowhat low.
With a fearless determination, she downed a bottle of Spiritual Recovery Potion and then another bottle of Stamina Recovery Potion, full of resentnt she said: "Next!"
Luoning shrank his neck, silently mourning for a second for the people behind, then opened the door, and a powerless person stumbled in holding a Gold Coin.
Luoning skillfully took the Gold Coin while the person was transported to the automatically repaired Magnetic chanism operating bed by the Magnetic chanism.
"This kidney is fine, the others all..."
Clang~
Aileen’s hands were very fast, the scalpel covered in blood, but after cleaning the plague, the person’s organs weren’t damaged, only minor stitching.
Because her sword technique awakened, allowing her to cut through muscle fibers without damaging the muscle, aning only a simple fixation was needed, and wounds cut with this technique would heal extrely quickly.
It was considered quite a benevolent sword technique.
But such a skill couldn’t hold up against that imnse resentnt, the patient twitched a few tis, then still fainted, carried out by the Magnetic chanism, piled outside.
Ti slowly passed by, Aileen’s resentnt growing larger and larger, if players saw it, they would surely rember, this resentful state looked exactly like after they were killed until the server shutdown, the Aileen who gave them money.
Baiyi had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, as long as the ongoing temptation was blocked.
The Elf’s perfection? The Curse Doctor’s curse? Pure Goodness? Can they withstand the resentnt of the worker?
He casually calculated, initially Aileen borrowed 140,000 Gold Coins, she now owed 120 million Gold Coins, emmm.... it should be enough to completely neutralize the Curse Doctor’s influence.
Once that mark is cleared, everything will be fine.
Three days later.
When the sun rose.
(╯－︿－)╯╧╧
Aileen flipped the surgical table: "I quit! I’m done! Damn potion! Damn capitalists! Damn patients! Damn Curse Doctor! I won’t do it no matter what!"
Baiyi patted Luoning on the head, the little girl had fallen asleep leaning on him, but now she was awoken.
Not caring about Aileen’s resentnt, he looked at the sky, sensed sothing, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes.
Indeed, the second phase was coming.
"Hm, go to sleep."
As Baiyi spoke, the Magnetic chanism began to ascend, causing despair among the people below, watching the house soar, it was their chance to live after all.
But Baiyi ignored them, and the people below had no strength to fly up and kill him.
If saving people could cultivate a healer’s benevolent heart, and hone swordsmanship,
Then destroying this benevolent heart would require a sense of helplessness, from savior to being unable to save anyone, capable of crushing a doctor already in extre guilt.
And this transformation of the curse.
Baiyi quietly awaited the mont.
When a specific mont arrived.
Buzz~
A round mark appeared abruptly, rotating like so pattern, this world began to tremble, a mark was encircled by the Saint’s Mark.
It looked like a human face, also like a pattern, it seed extrely out of place, like sothing insane, yet also like sothing kind, making one extrely uncomfortable.
Baiyi frowned.... it’s not a God!
Bizarre!
Dinsional Turbulence!
The alert of the interface suddenly lit up.
At the sa ti, the Saint’s Mark shone brightly, as if encountering so terrifying enemy.
Understanding and words rose together, explaining why every Curse Doctor had the potential to reach the forbidden.
Interface: [Your will has been invaded by the Power of the Bizarre, you lose 300% of your Sanity Value per second.]
[Holy Soul is immune to 80% of will invasion, your soul is too powerful, immune to 100% of this world’s will invasion.]
[You suffer will damage, the will you invest in this world decreases by 1% per second.]
[Detecting your extrely high soul resistance, will resistance, spirit resistance, the will damage of this world is immune.]
The understanding of the Saint’s Mark didn’t have textual explanation, but Baiyi could comprehend its aning, and when he translated this understanding into words, it was even more detailed than the interface.
[You have been invaded by unknown forces, triggering the Saint’s inheritance defense, you are immune; Dinsional Turbulence Bizarre: the mark of the Bizarre Healer’s invasion, the Saint’s Mark is erasing the Bizarre Mark.]
[Na: Bizarre Healer.
Level: Great Divine Power.
Saint record: The erratic bizarre is the embodint of the world’s good and evil, please do not accept any gift from it, it disregarded all Destiny and Luck.
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