Chapter 161: Incurable Disease

Inpatient building.

In the gloomy office, flesh and blood squirmed on the wall, and desperate faces emerged vaguely from the flesh, wailing at every moment.

And just at the dust-covered table, the sound of a walkie-talkie rang out. Amidst the noise and current sound, a blurry voice sounded: "High Priest, I have something to report."

"What is it?"

The middle-aged white-haired man in front of the table frowned slightly, raising his pupils: "Didn't I say, don't disturb me if there's nothing?"

"No, it's just..." The words on the other end became nervous: "Among the people who came later, there seem to be a few who are not very restless. Should we... give a warning?"

"Restless people, no matter how you persuade them, will not be restless."

The High Priest's eyes were gloomy, and he ordered coldly: "Solve it as soon as possible, don't cause trouble, understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

A trace of anxiety appeared in the trembling voice: "It's just that if we wait any longer, the situation may not last long."

"Don't worry, it will be over soon."

The High Priest smiled at the end, "Soon, the Bud of Calamity will sprout, and the turbid evil world will, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, welcome the final reckoning.

The people of Yacheng are blessed, and the people of Haizhou will also be the first to receive liberation and blessings!"

"The Holy Spirit is above!" The voice on the walkie-talkie became fanatical.

"May the Holy Spirit bless you, my brother."

The High Priest smiled and finally ended the communication.

Outside the door, the wailing continued.

The harsh, sorrowful cries rose again.

"Doctor, doctor..."

"Help..."

"Don't continue, doctor, don't..."

"Doctor, save me."

"Die! Die! Die! You all have to die!!!"

"I want to die too... please, kill me..."

When the tide of wailing swept over from the wind again, pushing open the tattered door, one could see the flesh-and-blood palace that had already turned into a hideous demonic realm.

Countless squirming muscles, limbs, and proliferations decorated the wards, corridors, and even, in the very center, amidst the countless black-purple blood vessels and flesh, a strange meat ball that could hardly distinguish human outlines.

Painful faces rose and fell in the flesh, wailing, blood seeping from hollow eyes, full of despair and pain, receiving ravaging and torture without end.

"So beautiful."

The High Priest bent down, stroking the roots of the flesh, his eyes gradually becoming fanatical: "In the filthy evil world, how can such magnificent creatures be born? How can such generous gifts be won?"

This is the incurable disease brought down by 【Nine Evils · White Hall】 from the past when Quancheng fell!

At this moment, the wailing rose to a new climax!

But amidst the roaring, there was a cry of joy and longing.

Around the flesh, the alienated doctor stumbled forward, doing his best to thrust a pitch-black blade into the proliferation. Instantly, the pitch-black color spread, and the stench of rot burst forth.

Even the squirming faces around it quickly withered and shriveled.

Then came the second, third, fourth...

Dozens of blades intersected, piercing into the meat ball, bringing large areas of withering and rot, almost turning the infinitely growing proliferation into mud.

But soon, new meat buds grew out from it again.

Cursed life grew wantonly, on top of scorched earth and rot.

"It's useful, it's really useful!"

Beside the High Priest, the Dean, who had been watching the whole process, was overjoyed, his swollen palms slapping his shoulders, "The patient is almost unable to hold on! Just a little more, just a little more... Doctor, your method is still useful!"

"Just doing my duty."

Lian Cheng turned his head and smiled: "It mainly relies on everyone's sacrifice and dedication."

"Please rest assured, everyone!"

The Dean bent down happily, picking up large pieces of rotten meat from the ground, showing them to all the faces, almost dancing: "See? We are almost successful!"

No need to hesitate, no need to be desperate and afraid anymore!

The doctor will save the patient!

The doctor wants to save the patient!

The doctor will definitely be able to save the patient!

Amidst the pious prayers and blessings, the Dean laughed, but on his rotten and swollen face, pus fell like tears: "Everyone will definitely be able to die."

We will definitely be able to welcome the end in peace and tranquility!

At this moment, in the dead and empty archives, it was full of dust.

"Incurable disease?"

Ji Jue frowned, looking down at the sloppy records on the paper that looked like ghost symbols: "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely true!"

Tong Hua's face was also pale, her fingers trembling slightly.

Telling an Ether user that you can't see clearly is just like telling an Ember user if they can do alchemy. With Tong Hua's family heritage and abilities, even if it were real ghost symbols, she could read one, two, three, four, five out of it.

What's more, the cases gradually pieced together from various incomplete records were enough to verify their authenticity.

An infectious disease known as... 【Incurable Disease】.

A disease that raged among patients before Quancheng fell and the entire hospital fell into the underground cave.

Those patients who had no medicine to cure them had flesh and blood that could not be controlled, proliferating, cancerous, and alienated, but they were difficult to die. The out-of-control cancer cells gradually turned them into creepy monsters, and the subsequent pain destroyed their reason and spirit... In the end, they turned into disasters that could not be eradicated.

In the end, everyone mutated because of this, falling into darkness, and it has continued to this day.

Cannot be killed, cannot be burned, cannot be destroyed.

Even if cut into pieces, it will be reborn. If it touches flesh and blood, it will be contagious. Even if burned to ashes, familiar faces will grow again in the flesh and blood where the ashes fall, wailing in despair.

In the literal sense, immortal.

But apart from life, reason, self, and everything else have been distorted to the point of being unrecognizable, until finally, they fall into disaster beasts.

Such a disaster has not appeared only once.

Every time, it is accompanied by large-scale infection of evil fools.

Among the threatening plagues of Hope Hospital, it is ranked 【NO. 61】. This is one of the Nine Evils corresponding to the "Vortex", "White Hall", bestowing "blessings" on painful patients. The infection originating from the evil object causes the life form to completely alienate, and there is no medicine to cure it. Once alienated, the distorted flesh and soul cannot be restored. Even if removed immediately, the dug-out flesh and soul will still wail in despair without end.

Until it is directly erased from both physical and spiritual levels by higher-level means.

Until now, such a terrifying threat is still hidden in the hospital.

Just thinking about it, Ji Jue felt his head was as big as a bucket.

But in the dead silence, Tong Hua suddenly changed her expression slightly, making a warning gesture to him, pointing outside the door.

Then, Ji Jue heard it.

Low footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the door.

Amidst the faint wailing, it was so crisp, accompanied by the dull scraping sound of dragging something, getting closer and closer, toward this place.

Finally, it stopped outside the door.

A crisp knock on the door sounded, three times, stable and calm.

And then, there was a long, dead silence.

An inexplicable chill spread, and even the ghost fetus that had been pulling the chain in Ji Jue's hand quieted down, shivering.

In the silence, no footsteps of leaving could be heard, but there was no loud noise of breaking through the door.

Only patience that seemed to be able to wait until the seas dried and the rocks crumbled.

Even torment.

Until Ji Jue reached out and slowly pulled open the door of the archives.

And so, under the flickering lights, an exaggerated smile covered in stitches appeared before his eyes:

"Why so long?"

In an instant, close at hand.

On Director Qian's face, blood that seemed never to dry slowly slid down the cracks, and there was no light in his pitch-black eyes, staring fixedly at his face.

And Ji Jue's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the thing he was dragging in his hand.

A mutilated corpse.

Bloodstains wound along with the footprints.

In the void behind him, it seemed as if someone gently pulled his sleeve. It was Tong Hua, who was hiding nearby, her fingers tapping slightly, touching Ji Jue's back of the neck—record comparison, telling him that this person was the other Chosen One who entered the Time Ruins at the same time as Ji Jue...

Ji Jue's eyes twitched for a moment, grinning, smiling, not answering the question directly, but greeting: "So late, is Director Qian still busy?"

"Yes, weeding." Director Qian lowered his head, looking at the corpse in his hand, shaking it: "There have been a lot of pests recently, and there are more and more bad seeds hiding among us.

Everyone is busy, I can't let these bugs disturb the order of the hospital..."

"Indeed, one rat dropping ruins a pot of soup."

Ji Jue nodded in deep agreement, "Do you need help?"

"No need, this is my job. Newcomers should still pay attention to the balance of work and rest. However, speaking of this..."

He paused, and scarlet appeared in his pitch-black eyes: "What are you doing in the archives?"

"Checking the files."

Ji Jue answered straightforwardly, without hesitation: "Looking for learning materials to improve my own abilities. After all, although there isn't much work in Obstetrics and Gynecology, it doesn't mean we can just wait and do nothing!

The hospital needs us, and the patients need us!"

The more he spoke, the more impassioned Ji Jue became. In the end, he took the initiative to hold the other's blood-stained hands, "I want to progress too much, Director Qian!"

For a moment, Director Qian seemed to be slightly stunned, and then, suspicion appeared.

"... Is that true?"

The pitch-black eyes interwoven with bloodshot threads leaned closer, and the stench behind the sharp teeth hit his face: "I hate it most when others lie to me."

"Really, really."

Ji Jue nodded vigorously, "Although I wasn't used to it at first, I want to help patients and save patients too much! Director Qian, you know..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Director Qian's face getting closer and closer.

Almost, pressed against him.

Then, it hung down, as if it were about to bury itself in his neck, making his goosebumps rise, stunned: Damn, is it already being "submerged" so quickly?

No, isn't it usually grabbing the little nurses!

It shouldn't be coveting male beauty too...

He restrained himself and didn't move.

Fortunately, there was no contact.

Director Qian's nostrils flared.

As if sniffing.

Soon, he pulled back, and the exaggerated smile appeared on his face again, as if, suddenly realizing: "So that's it, I was wondering!"

"So you are also sick..."

Viscous blood fell like tears from his face, slowly falling, as if compassionate, but combined with that smile, it seemed like mockery: "I didn't expect you to be able to put yourself in others' shoes. Very good, really very good.

The so-called physician is to have such a benevolent heart!"

"Keep it up, you must keep it up, you know?"

He finally patted Ji Jue on the shoulder and was about to turn and leave. Ji Jue, who was confused, didn't understand what had happened, but subconsciously stopped him: "Director Qian!"

"Hmm?"

The turning monster turned his head.

"I, our Obstetrics and Gynecology department is short of many equipment and medicines. In order to heal patients more conveniently, I want to apply for some supplies." As he said, Ji Jue took out a form he had written long ago from his pocket and handed it to him, his expression shy and timid, just like all the young people who couldn't open their mouths.

"Hmm, very good, all very good. As for medicines, the pharmacy is empty now, I don't know how much is left, and these equipment... forget it, go to the warehouse and get them yourself."

After glancing at the beginning of the list, Director Qian withdrew his gaze, just dropped the corpse, and pressed a mark on it with his blood-stained thumb.

As if it were a signature and permission.

"Old Li is old and not easy to talk to, remember to bring some gifts." He finally reminded: "When people are old, they tend to forget things, don't argue with him."

"Okay."

Ji Jue nodded, smiling and waving, watching Director Qian's figure go away.

For a long time, he let out a long breath, then lowered his head, following Tong Hua's reminder, looking at the winding bloodstains on the ground, and even the source of the bloodstains, at the corner of the corridor...

And couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.

Footprints?

Whose?

"Someone was following us just now."

Tong Hua, who was invisible on the side, said, "Three, they are outside Chosen Ones, they want to kill."

"... What a coincidence."

After a long contemplation, Ji Jue suddenly laughed.

"We haven't even met yet, how come everyone thought of it together?" ===== CHAPTER 162 =====