Chapter 1472: Doctor

Doctor

"It seems our Dusk Society is gradually showing a trend of being whitewashed." The young girl shrugged,

"Since the Lord of the Red Dust, Lord of Hidden Clouds, and Lord of Spirit Void awakened and took charge of the Human Domains, the media's reports on our Dusk Society have gradually leaned towards neutrality. I looked through the newspapers from the past half month, and basically, there's no mention of the Human Covenant or the word 'wanted criminals' anymore...

I thought that even if the domains' attitude towards us gradually changed, it would still need some time to buffer. I didn't expect that today, this Lord of Spirit Void would directly and publicly propose a conference with the Dusk Society."

Chu Muyun carefully looked through this article many times, falling into deep thought.

"The current situation in the Human Domains is indeed severe... but I don't understand. Our Dusk Society only has a few dozen people. Are we really that important in the eyes of the Lord of Spirit Void?"

"Perhaps, he isn't coming for us?" the young girl Heart 8 asked back.

"You mean... he's coming for that new Red King?"

"Yeah, the new Red King just took office, and the Lord of Spirit Void's side immediately proposes a conference. Who knows, maybe they knew each other to begin with?"

"Hongmen Banquet?"

Heart 8 immediately connected the second half of the sentence, and then clapped her hands with a slap, wearing an expression of "I thought so all along",

"Right?! No matter how you think about it, this matter is weird! Telling our Dusk Society to go to their main base for a meeting out of nowhere... What kind of person is the Lord of Spirit Void? The strongest Nine Monarchs who single-handedly sealed the Calamity of Delusion! If we really went, he alone could wipe out our entire Dusk Society!

I think this whole conference is fake, looking for a chance to wipe out the unstable factor that is our Dusk Society in one breath is the real deal!

Hmph... does he really treat the members of our Dusk Society as fools on the spot?

He couldn't be thinking that someone would actually go, right?"

Heart 8 crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking as if she had already seen through the situation.

The corners of Chu Muyun's mouth twitched slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he still silently spoke:

"...Hard to say."

Heart 8: ...

Yes, any other person with normal intelligence would be able to see the danger of this conference and avoid it like the plague...

Unfortunately... they were the Dusk Society.

In the Dusk Society, what they lacked least were talents with strange and unique ways of thinking.

At this moment, at least ten people flashed through Heart 8's mind. Those colleagues would cheer while dancing with joy, "Yay! It's a Hongmen Banquet!", and then charge excitedly towards the other party's main base... And the one leading the team would be that lunatic Nine of Hearts who still had a Dirty Bomb hidden in his stomach right now.

"Think on the bright side," Chu Muyun added,

"The newspaper also said that this is a public conference. In other words, there's a high probability that there will be many citizens spectating on-site... I guess the Lord of Spirit Void also knows that if he directly invites the Dusk Society, we might not necessarily go. But if it's a public conference, we can hide in the crowd and participate in the meeting in another way."

"Makes sense... so this might not necessarily be a Hongmen Banquet?" Heart 8 patted her own head. "Too complicated... So are we actually going or not?"

Chu Muyun pondered for a long time:

"Let's wait for news from the Red King."

"I have a premonition... this time, our new Red King is going to make a move."

Heart 8 nodded slightly. Just as she was about to say something else, in the next second, Chu Muyun began to cough violently.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Heart 8 frowned slightly. She saw that an unhealthy blood-red color suddenly surged on Chu Muyun's face, and there were also some blister-like things on the back of his hand, looking incredibly terrifying.

As if she realized something, her expression changed drastically, and she walked straight towards the room deep inside!

A hand instantly blocked in front of her.

"Don't go... it's contagious." Chu Muyun coughed for a long time before speaking hoarsely.

"Chu Muyun, holding a broken hammer, do you really think of yourself as an omnipotent Divine Doctor?" Heart 8 glared at him. "You're a surgeon, why are you meddling in this?!"

"Say what you will... I am also of the Path of the Physician. Let alone that curing diseases and saving lives helps my Advancement... With professional ethics here, I can't just watch people die in front of me."

Chu Muyun's expression had gradually returned to normal. Like a person who was completely fine, he smiled faintly at Heart 8.

"You..."

"You should go. This is not a place a brain surgeon should come to."

Chu Muyun waved his hand, issuing an order to evict the guest.

Heart 8 stared at him fixedly. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but after struggling for a long time, she still slapped away Chu Muyun's palm with a look of hating iron for not becoming steel, and spoke angrily:

"Whatever, it has nothing to do with me if you're courting death yourself... I'm telling you, Chu Muyun, you are my most satisfying work! You'd better not have any accidents..."

"Otherwise, even if you die, I will chop your consciousness into ten thousand pieces!"

Bang——

Heart 8 slammed the door shut heavily.

As the room fell into dead silence once again, Chu Muyun stared blankly for a long time before letting out a bitter smile...

He turned around and walked slowly towards the room deep inside.

The dim halo of the Kerosene Lamp swayed beside him. As Chu Muyun pulled open the plastic membrane of the deepest room, four hospital beds exuding the smell of disinfectant were displayed side by side before his eyes.

On every hospital bed lay a terminally ill figure. Their symptoms were all different. Some were fainting from high fever, some were festering all over, some were murmuring deliriously, some had weak breathing... There were children, elderly, and even a pregnant woman.

Chu Muyun put on a mask, picked up a miniature small hammer from the table aside, and walked slowly towards the several patients.

...

Amidst a hazy mist, Mr. Han slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that entered his sight was a clean and tidy ceiling. The breeze rolled in from the open window, blowing the white gauze curtains on both sides so that they fluttered. Outside the window, the honking of cars could be heard faintly, making one drowsy like white noise.

Where is this...

Mr. Han looked down at himself and found that he was currently lying on a snow-white hospital bed. A square black object was hung on the opposite wall, which was actually continuously playing colorful images. The other side of the hospital bed was connected to a machine he had never seen before, continuously emitting rhythmic "beep beep" sounds.

"Mr. Han, you've finally woken up." A calm voice sounded from the side.

Mr. Han turned his head to look.

A youth draped in a red-based, black-patterned Theatrical Robe was sitting on a chair beside the hospital bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand, patiently peeling an apple.

He saw Mr. Han wake up, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. The white gauze curtains fluttered behind his back, and his smile was peaceful and quiet.

Seeing that familiar face, Mr. Han's heart trembled slightly:

"...Chen Ling??"