At this moment, the core that truly constitutes the ruins of time, establishes the demonic realm, and distorts reality... appears in front of Ji Jue.

The cause is an immortal disease that cannot be redeemed. The basis is countless desperate patients who have suffered forever. In the end, they sacrificed everything. What they wish to achieve is a single-minded redemption that never gives up until death comes.

The helpless doctors spent all their energy, sacrificing their souls, and finally offered their prayers and wishes to the world.

Welcome to change.

Even if everything is lost, as long as this one heart remains, we will never abandon the patients, never live up to our oath, and never allow poisonous and polluting things to continue to exist in this world!

Even if the things that are about to spread poison and pollution become ourselves.

Such a determined expression was right in front of Ji Jue's eyes.

"..."

Ji Jue was stunned and speechless.

The doctor's expression twitched, bathed in the blood-colored rain, as if he was crying, but also seemed to be smiling awkwardly.

"I'm not a good doctor."

His lips trembled, and he murmured tiredly: "I, I can't remember... I can't remember many things. Who am I, everyone, what's wrong with everyone..."

"They are sick, everyone is sick, and I am sick."

"I don't know how to save myself, and I don't know how to save them... It's all my fault..."

"What has become of everyone?"

He tried hard to raise his head, wanted to, and looked around, but could not find any figure of salvation or recovery. There were only wailing, sarcoma, and rain of blood falling, flooding the hospital that was gradually collapsing and annihilating.

Then, he gradually realized: "In the end, I can't save anyone."

boom!

There was a cracking sound coming from the sky.

It seemed as if it came from the cracks in his body.

The gleaming light appeared, entwining around the marrow of evil foolishness that turned into a sharp blade, as if using its own blood to wash away the poison of pollution and gradually seeping into it.

Then, he finally let go of his hands.

Look at the young man in front of you.

"The final training for residents is over."

The doctor's figure flickered, as if he was about to collapse with the world, but he didn't care. He just raised his hand and took off his badge from his neck.

He carefully picked it up and put it on Ji Jue's neck. Carefully and carefully, he smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar.

"I don't know who you are...but I know that what you said is true...I know..."

The old doctor gave his last smile.

Looking at the best newcomer he had ever brought up, he told him:

"You must be a good doctor..."

At that moment, Ji Jue was in a daze and subconsciously stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to retain the dissipated phantom.

But the hands that can obviously shape all the beautiful things in the world can leave nothing behind. Once again, they have missed the mark.

Only scattered light overflowed from his fingertips, swaying, and flew into the sky.

In a daze, someone seemed to laugh.

Finally reach out your hand.

Gently, he patted his shoulder.

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, lowered his head, and saw the work badge hanging on his chest, and the strange bones in his hand that were as sharp as a sharp blade. After the blood and darkness were shed, they glowed like crystals.

of light.

A proud identity, a tool used to redeem patients.

They entrusted all their only treasures into their own hands.

But why bother?

"I'm all lying to you." Ji Jue murmured softly.

Just say it casually and pretend to be a savior who empathizes with others and pretends to be compassionate.

Have you been deceived?!

These are all acting skills. When I was four years old, I could pretend to cry to get pocket money.

Whoever takes it seriously is the fool.

But every time, after repeated attempts, there would always be someone smiling helplessly, holding his hand, and leading him towards the shiny window of the store.

At that time, the sky was blue, the summer wind was blowing under the shade of the trees, and the sun was shining on the earth. Everything was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

He closed his eyes and cursed silently.

He cursed again.

Until, I heard the sound of staggering footsteps coming from a distance.

"Children's drawings."

On the ruins, Tong Hua, who was stumbling forward, was slightly startled. He looked up at the figure standing in the rain of blood and heard his voice:

"Be prepared for isolation and protection."

"ah?"

Tong Hua is confused.

"Didn't I make it clear?"

Ji Jue turned around, his badge fluttering on his white clothes, and repeated again: "Don't be stupid, and don't let the patients wait any longer... They are not liars, and neither am I!"

He said, "Get ready for surgery."

At that moment, all the wailing stopped abruptly from the rain of blood. After the rain gradually dissipated, some vague shadow seemed to emerge.

Shixu, which was on the verge of collapse, seemed to have found its support again.

Lingering on, refusing to perish!

Everything is not over yet.

There is also a doctor here!

Ten minutes later, the trolley in the operating room was pulled out of the rubble and delivered to Ji Jue, with many tools ready.

The smoothest place in the ruins has been turned into an operating table, and a huge sarcoma that is as shriveled as a car has been pushed onto the dust-proof cloth that serves as a sterile cloth.

On the undulating faces, the empty pupils were streaming with tears, staring blankly at the doctors in front of them.

The lips opened and closed silently.

Even praying and calling have no strength.

"Just consider that your preoperative preparations are complete."

Ji Jue stretched out his hand and touched their faces: "Be cooperative. This is the first time for everyone. It is my first time to be a doctor, and you will be cured and die for the first time."

He said, "I promise."

Perhaps, I will never be a good doctor in this life.

Ji Jue knew this very well.

Lack of patience and so-called kindness, disdain for fools and fools, frowning when seeing the troubles they cause, and unable to endlessly lend a helping hand to patients again and again.

When I see a guy seeking his own death, he will stand aside and sneer and watch the fun. The only things he is good at and the doctor can relate to are 'no hope', 'wait to die' and 'say goodbye'.

He comes out of nowhere and tells people that he must be a good doctor?

What is the difference between this kind of last words and a curse?!

Encouraging people to study medicine will cause lightning strikes!

Besides, I am going smoothly on the road of craftsmanship. In the future, I will have ability, power and property with just a wave of my hand, and I will have a bright future.

Don't mess around with other people's life plans, okay?

So, just treat it as... an occasional guest appearance.

You'd better not expect too much.

"Death-hungry, right?"

Ji Jue held the knife of bones tightly, "The essence bred by you is exactly in line with your wishes."

The despair of denying hope and the desire for death after denying life, and then applying the last mercy of the doctors, what finally appeared was this sharp blade as clear as glass.

There seemed to be faint traces of blood flowing on it, and under the catalysis of Fei Gong, the bones shattered one piece after another, turning into fly ash after the dissociation technique was dismantled.

Without hesitation, he took away many essences and lavishly squandered this power that originally had infinite possibilities.

There has never been any difficulty, and it even seems as if it is cooperating with Ji Jue's practice, without any sluggishness and flowing smoothly.

In the end, what appeared in Ji Jue's hand was a slightly curved bone knife that was only about 40 centimeters long. It was shaped like a scalpel, but it was even more exaggerated than ordinary models.

The clear and faint sharp edge extends above it, as magnificent as a dream.

Just like the dream of redemption itself.

From the moment he raised the knife, Ji Jue couldn't help but recall the conversation he had with Professor Ye.

"Teacher, can the soul be really removed if the magic hand Tiancheng and the spiritual first nature cooperate with each other?"

At that time, Professor Ye told him: "It is theoretically possible."

Now, he wanted to ask again: "Director Qian, can doctors really save patients?"

Unfortunately, no one responded.

But somewhere in the dark, a firm answer seemed to come from him.

Tell him——

--absolute!

Doctors can save patients, doctors will save patients.

This time, the doctor will definitely save the patient!

At that moment, Ji Jue raised his head.

Looking at the cracked sky, there seemed to be a faint phantom emerging from the sky, so erratic, like a mirage... It seemed like a pale building, so huge, it seemed to fill the entire sky.

Although it is bathed in infinite light, there is no tenderness or compassion.

The garden of bliss at the end of life, where the great evil of denying life and death itself, the White Pavilion, appears.

An indifferent overlook.

Mocking the challengers who overestimate their own capabilities, challengers!

So, at that moment, Ji Jue made the first cut on the patient in front of him without hesitation.

Doctor, the operation has begun!

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anesthesia, omitted

Disinfect, omit

The condition and analysis of the condition are omitted!

With the tightly protected children's paintings providing detection and reading, Ji Jue swung his knife and cut open the flesh and blood in front of him...

The doctor will save the patient, and the doctor will go all out to kill the patient!

In an instant, blood spurted out like a waterfall, and countless squirming organs and limbs overflowed from the cracks like waterfalls, spreading, squirming and wailing.

Within the shriveled sarcoma, there are actually countless granulations growing again at this moment. However, the short-term decline cannot kill the abnormal life, and the immortal disease is still rampant.

Ji Jueda could repeat his old trick, graft himself into it, and then use the power of the watch to drain away all the pollution and evil, but the price is that everything else except himself will be completely destroyed. Along with the patient's consciousness and

The soul will always be mixed with the evil, being sucked away to an unknown place, and will never be able to escape.

But now, what he has to do is to completely separate their consciousness and souls that have already been integrated into their flesh and blood from this immortal body!

That's right, just like Professor Ye asked.

Pull your spiritual wisdom out of your body!

There is no need to be wary and cautious, and there is no need to look forward and backward... This time, with the sway of his non-attacking hand, the flesh and blood that filled the air was easily smoothed out, and then, the bone knife in his hand was chopped off.

The clear and transparent blade seems to be between reality and reality, dividing the body and soul mixed together at the same time. The despair of burning hope and the death that life longs for are reconciled in one place by compassion, and they can be divided with ease.

The intricate relationship between the two.

What's more important is some kind of guidance emerging from instinct.

"Inward three-point operation, remove the tumor, and then operate the knife from the side."

"Bone growths and organs are not the focus, just put them aside and ignore them."

"The nerves, lymph and internal organs in this area are mixed together and temporarily sealed. After removal, the regenerated tissue will be even more chaotic."

"Compared to the chaos of flesh and blood, the mixing of souls is the key point."

The moment the knife was operated, a hallucinatory voice sounded from my heart, integrated into instinct, giving guidance. It was either familiar or unfamiliar, but it seemed as if I had heard it before.

From the hospital conference room...

In a brief trance, Ji Jue raised his head and glanced across the way. In the empty air, a phantom seemed to appear. The doctors looked at him, smiled, and gave guidance and encouragement.

Using the scalpel as a medium, this knowledge and experience was introduced into Ji Jue's movements without any hesitation or pause.

The wailing stopped for a moment.

In the sudden deathly silence, Ji Jue's hands sank into the chaotic flesh and blood, and the bone knife moved around, removing all attached adhesions smoothly, splitting and dissolving the boundaries between souls.

The other hand wrapped around the non-attack matrix stretched out and clenched tightly, not allowing the tiny soul and consciousness to slip away from the fingertips.

This time, he finally caught it.

"Give it to me, come out!"

Blood spurts out, and the remaining limbs squirm.

The perfect linkage between the primacy of spirit and the mastery of nature causes the flesh and blood body to act on the soul, sealing it, dividing it, and then reconstructing it.

In just a moment, he finally grasped the vital link among the countless tangles.

Pull it out!

A harsh cry sounded, right in Ji Jue's hands!

The small flesh and blood squirmed, dragging a rotten umbilical cord, and it was completely removed from the sarcoma. The limbs that had not yet fully developed were twitching, and the first tear since birth finally shed on the blurry face.

baby.

"I didn't expect that I would still be doing obstetrics and gynecology."

Ji Jue laughed at himself, stretched out his hand, and carefully wiped the spoiled amniotic fluid from his face. His cries became louder and louder, and the child was breathing greedily, shouting, and crying.

His dark eyes moved with all his strength, and finally looked at Ji Jue.

The lips opened and closed for a moment.

It was as if he was saying thank you, a relieved smile.

Then, it quickly withered, cracked, turned into fly ash, and blew into the distance.

Only a piece of alienated, shriveled flesh and blood was left, which Ji Jue threw into the trash can.

He was born, and he died.

And a ray of spiritual light broke free from the pollution of the White Pavilion, soared freely, and went to places where evildoers could not go.

"Patient No. 1, cured."

Ji Jue murmured softly to himself, as if he heard ecstatic cheers and shouts in the hallucination in his ears, and the wishes placed on the scalpel glowed and became more dazzling!

collapse!

Above the sky, cracks reappeared, intertwined like railings, making the projection of the White Pavilion more erratic and distant.

On the other side of the sky, an invisible rising thing slowly appeared, calling from the sky, overlooking it. Then, the stars swaying like sparks faintly gathered together, like the fuel of a heavenly furnace burning silently.

...And on the other side, the fire of the eyes in the furnace of decay burned faintly.

But just above the ground, the operation continued.

Everything has just begun.
Chapter completed!