Chapter 173: Blessing and Curse

At this moment, the core that truly constitutes the Time Ruins, establishes the demonic realm, and distorts reality... appeared before Ji Jue.

The cause is the Undying Disease that cannot be redeemed; the foundation is countless desperate patients suffering eternally; what is finally sacrificed and achieved is the single-minded redemption that never gave up until death arrived.

The doctors who were powerless exhausted everything, sacrificed their souls, and finally offered prayers and wishes to the world.

Welcomed ascension.

Even if everything is lost, as long as this heart remains, they will never abandon the patients, never betray their vows, and never allow things that poison and pollute to continue to exist in this world!

Even if the thing about to spread poison and pollution became themselves.

That resolute expression was right before Ji Jue's eyes.

"..."

Ji Jue was dumbfounded, unable to speak.

The doctor's expression twitched, bathed in the blood-colored rain, as if crying, and as if, laughing embarrassedly.

"I'm not a good doctor."

His lips trembled, murmuring tiredly: "I, I can't remember... many things, I can't remember. Who am I, everyone, what happened to everyone..."

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

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

"What have everyone become?"

He tried hard to lift his head, wanting to look around, but couldn't find any figure of redemption and recovery; only wailing, tumors, blood rain falling, submerging the hospital that was gradually collapsing and annihilating.

So, he gradually realized: "In the end, I couldn't save a single person."

Boom!

There was a sound of cracking, from above the firmament.

And again, from the cracks in his body.

Glowing light appeared, wrapped around the Evil Foolishness Marrow that had turned into a sharp blade, just like using his own blood to wash away the poison of pollution, gradually seeping into it.

And then, he finally let go of his hands.

Looking at the young man in front of him.

"The final training for the resident doctor is over."

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

Carefully held it up, put it on Ji Jue's neck, seriously, and carefully, smoothing a wrinkle on his collar for him.

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

The old doctor smiled for the last time.

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

"You must be a good doctor..."

At that moment, Ji Jue, in a daze, subconsciously reached out, as if wanting to save the dissipating phantom.

But the hands that could shape all the beauty in the world couldn't keep anything, and once again, grabbed at empty air.

Only the flying light overflowed from his fingertips, swaying, flying toward the sky.

In the trance, it seemed someone laughed.

Finally stretched out a hand.

Gently, patted his shoulder.

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, lowered his head, saw the work badge hanging on his chest, and in his hand, that strange relic bone sharp as a sharp blade; when the blood color and pitch-black faded, it looked like crystal, radiating crystal-clear light.

A proud identity, a tool used to save patients.

They handed over all their only treasures into his hands.

But, why?

"I was lying to you." Ji Jue murmured softly.

Just said it casually, pretending to be empathetic, like a redeemer who feels for others, pretending to be decent.

Were you fooled?!

This is all acting; I've been pretending to cry to trick pocket money since I was four.

Whoever takes it seriously is the fool.

But every time, it worked without fail; there would always be someone smiling helplessly, holding his hand, and taking him to the shiny shop window.

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

He closed his eyes and cursed silently.

Cursed again.

Until, he heard the footsteps coming staggeringly from afar.

"Tong Hua."

On the ruins, Tong Hua, who was staggering forward, was slightly stunned, looked up at the back standing in the blood rain, and heard his voice:

"Go and prepare for isolation and protection."

"Ah?"

Tong Hua was bewildered.

"Did I not say it clearly?"

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

He said, "Prepare for surgery."

At that moment, all the wailing in the blood rain stopped abruptly; behind the gradually dissipating rain, some blurred shadows seemed to emerge.

The Time Ruins on the verge of collapse seemed to find a pillar again.

Lingering, refusing to perish!

Everything has not ended yet.

There is still a doctor here!.

Ten minutes later, the cart in the operating room was turned out from the ruins and sent to Ji Jue, with many tools ready.

The flattest place in the ruins became an operating table, and the huge tumor, withered and as big as a car, had been pushed onto the dust cloth acting as a sterile cloth.

On the rising and falling faces, hollow pupils shed tears, staring at the doctor in front of them, the doctors.

Lips opened and closed silently.

Even prayer and calling had no strength.

"Just consider your preoperative preparation complete."

Ji Jue stretched out his hand, stroking their faces: "Cooperate a little, everyone is doing it for the first time, I am doing it for the first time as a doctor, and you will also be cured for the first time, and die for the first time."

He said, "I promise."

Perhaps, he would never be able to be a good doctor in his life.

Ji Jue knew this well.

Lacking patience and so-called kindness, disdainful of fools and idiots, seeing those troubles he found himself would make him frown, impossible to extend a helping hand to patients endlessly.

Seeing guys seeking their own death, he would still stand by and sneer at the fun. The only thing he is good at that is related to a doctor is "no cure," "wait for death," and "farewell."

Why did he come to tell someone that he must be a good doctor?

What is the difference between this last word and a curse?

Advising people to study medicine will be struck by lightning!

Moreover, he is walking smoothly on the path of an artisan; ability, power, and property will come with a wave of his hand, and his future is bright.

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

So, just consider it... occasionally, guest-starring.

You'd better not expect too much.

"Thirsting for death, right?"

Ji Jue gripped the relic bone knife tightly, "This essence born from you is exactly what your wishes are."

Despair that denies hope and death that is thirsted for after denying life, and then applying the final mercy of the doctors, what finally appeared was this sharp blade as clear as glass.

As if faint blood threads were flowing on it, under the catalysis of Non-Aggression, the bones cracked one by one, and then another, turning into fly ash after the decomposition of the dissociation technique.

Without hesitation, he picked out many essences, extravagantly wasting this power that originally had infinite possibilities.

There was no difficulty at all, it even seemed like it was cooperating with Ji Jue's training, without any stagnation, flowing like water.

In the end, what appeared in Ji Jue's hand was a slightly curved bone knife of only forty centimeters, a shape like a scalpel, but even more exaggerated than the usual model.

The clear and transparent invisible blade extended on it, gorgeous like a dream.

Just like the dream of redemption itself.

At the moment of raising the knife, Ji Jue couldn't help but recall the conversation with Professor Ye.

"Teacher, if 'Miraculous Hand' and 'Spirit Primacy' cooperate, can you really remove the soul?"

At that time, Professor Ye told him: "Theoretically, it is possible."

Now, he wanted to ask one more question: "Director Qian, can a doctor really save a patient?"

Unfortunately, no one responded.

But in the dark, it seemed that a firm answer came.

Telling him—

—Absolutely!

Doctors can save patients, doctors will save patients.

This time, the doctor will definitely save the patients!

At that moment, Ji Jue looked up.

Looking at the collapsing firmament, above the firmament, vague phantoms seemed to emerge, so elusive, just like a mirage... it seemed to be a pale building, so huge, as if filling the entire firmament.

Clearly bathed in infinite light, but it did not have any gentleness and compassion.

The Great Evil · White Hall, the paradise at the end of life that denies life and death itself, appeared here.

Indifferently overlooking.

Mocking the challengers who don't know their own strength, challengers!

So, at that moment, Ji Jue slashed the first knife at the patient in front of him without hesitation.

Doctor, started surgery!

Anesthesia, omitted

Disinfection, omitted

Condition and analysis, omitted!

With Tong Hua providing detection and reading from her heavily guarded position, Ji Jue swung his blade and sliced open the flesh before him...

Doctors will save patients, doctors will go all out to kill patients!

In an instant, blood surged like a waterfall, countless squirming organs and limbs overflowed from the crack like a waterfall, spreading, squirming and wailing.

Inside the withered tumor, there were countless meat buds growing again at this moment, just short-term weakness could not kill the aberrant life, the Undying Disease was still rampant.

Ji Jue could have repeated the old trick, grafting himself into it, and then sucking the pollution and aberration dry through the power of the watch, but the price is that except for himself, everything else is completely destroyed. Along with the patient's consciousness and soul mixed with the aberration, they will be sucked to some unknown place and can never be liberated.

But now, what he wants to do is to completely separate their consciousness and soul, which have already merged into the flesh and blood, from this Undying Body!

That's right, just like what Professor Ye required.

Extract the wisdom from the form!

No need to be afraid of the rat and be careful, no need to look forward and backward... This time, under the waving of the hand of Non-Aggression, the permeating flesh and blood were easily smoothed, and then, the bone knife in his hand fell.

That clear and transparent blade seemed to be between virtual and real, simultaneously dividing the flesh and soul mixed together. The despair of hope burning out and the death thirsted for by life were reconciled by mercy, and the complex relationship between the two was divided with ease.

And more importantly, it was a certain guidance emerging from instinct.

"Three points inward, after removing the tumor, cut from the side."

"Bone hyperplasia and organs are not the point, put them aside, don't worry about them."

"This nerve and lymph and internal organs are stirred together, seal them up temporarily, the tissue that regenerates after resection will be more chaotic."

"Compared to the chaotic flesh, the mixture between souls is the point."

At the moment of moving the knife, it seemed that a hallucinatory voice sounded in his heart, integrating into instinct, giving guidance, or familiar, or strange, but it seemed that he had heard of it.

From the hospital conference room...

In the short trance, Ji Jue looked up and glanced at the opposite side; in the empty air, phantoms seemed to emerge; the doctors looked at him, smiling, giving guidance and encouragement.

With the scalpel as a medium, this knowledge and experience were introduced into Ji Jue's actions, without any stagnation and pause.

The wailing sound stopped briefly for a moment.

In the sudden dead silence, Ji Jue's hands submerged into the chaotic flesh, the bone knife walked, removing all attached adhesions, splitting and dissolving the boundaries between souls.

And the other hand wrapped in the Non-Aggression matrix stretched out, gripped tightly, not allowing the tiny soul and consciousness to slip from his fingertips.

This time, he finally caught it.

"Come out!"

Blood surged, broken limbs squirmed.

The perfect linkage between Spirit Primacy and Miraculous Hand made the flesh and blood body act on the soul. Seal, split, and then reconstruct.

Just in an instant, he finally gripped the crucial one among the countless tangled messes.

Pull out!

The sharp cry sounded, right in Ji Jue's hand!

The small flesh squirmed, dragging a rotten umbilical cord, completely extracted from the tumor. The limbs that had not been able to fully develop twitched, and on the blurred face, the first tear since birth finally fell.

Baby.

"Didn't expect that, until now, I'm still doing the work of obstetrics and gynecology."

Ji Jue smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out, and carefully wiped the deteriorated amniotic fluid from its face; the crying sound became more high-pitched, the child was breathing greedily, shouting, shedding tears.

The dark eyeballs moved with all their might, finally looking at Ji Jue.

Lips opened and closed for an instant.

As if thanking him, smiling with relief.

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

Only a piece of alienated withered flesh was left, thrown into the trash can by Ji Jue.

He was born, and he welcomed death again.

And a line of spiritual quality light broke free from the pollution of the White Hall, soaring freely, going to a place where evil cannot go.

"Patient No. 1, cured."

Ji Jue murmured softly, talking to himself, and in the hallucinations in his ears, he seemed to hear ecstatic cheers and shouts; the wishes entrusted on the scalpel radiated light, becoming more dazzling!

Boom!

Above the firmament, another crack appeared, intersecting, as if a railing, making the projection of the White Hall more elusive and distant.

And on the other side of the firmament, a rising object that was formless and great slowly appeared, overlooking from the call. And then, the stars like fireflies gathered together, burning silently like the firewood of the Heavenly Furnace... and on the other side, the fire of the eyes in the Stagnant Corruption Furnace burned faintly.

And on the earth, the surgery was still continuing.

Everything, just started. ===== CHAPTER 174 =====