Chapter 162 Immortality Disease
Inpatient building.

In the dark office, flesh and blood were wriggling on the wall, and desperate faces were vaguely emerging from the flesh and blood, wailing all the time.

Just as the dusty table was being covered, the intercom rang out. Amid the noise and electric current, a vague voice rang out: "Master Priest, I have something to report."

"what's up?"

The middle-aged white-haired man in front of the table frowned slightly and raised his eyes: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me if you have nothing to do?"

"No, it's just..." The other end of the line became nervous, "There seem to be a few people coming up behind who are not well behaved. Should we... warn them?"

"No matter how much you persuade a restless person, he will never be content."

The chief priest's eyes were dark, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Solve it as soon as possible, don't cause any trouble, understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

There was a hint of uneasiness in his trembling voice: "But if we keep waiting like this, the situation may not last much longer."

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

The priest gave his last smile, "Soon, the seeds of disaster will sprout, and the turbid and evil world will usher in the final reckoning under the guidance of the Holy Spirit.

The people of Yacheng are blessed, and the people of Haizhou will be the first to be liberated and blessed!"

"Holy Spirit!" the voice on the intercom became fanatical.

"The Holy Spirit bless you, my brother."

The officiant smiled and finally ended the communication.

Outside the door, there were constant wailing sounds.

The piercing wail rose again.

"Doctor, doctor..."

"Help……"

"Don't go on, doctor, don't..."

"Doctor, save me."

"Die! Die! Die! You are all going to die!!!"

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

When the wailing tide swept in again from the wind and pushed open the tattered door, they saw the flesh and blood palace that had already turned into a hideous demonic realm.

The wards and corridors were decorated with countless wriggling textures, limbs, and growths. Even in the center, there was a strange mass of flesh that was almost indistinguishable from a human shape, surrounded by countless black and purple blood vessels and flesh.

Painful faces rose and fell in flesh and blood, wailing, their hollow pupils seeping with blood, filled with despair and pain, suffering endless ravage and torture.

"It's so beautiful."

The chief priest bent down and stroked the roots of flesh and blood, his eyes gradually becoming fanatical: "How can such a magnificent creature be born in this filthy and evil world? How can it win such a generous gift?"

This is the immortal disease brought down by [Nine Evils·Bai Guan] in the past when Quan City fell!

At this moment, the wailing reached a new climax again!
But mixed in the roar were cries of joy and desire.

Around the flesh and blood, the alienated doctor stumbled forward and thrust a pitch-black blade into the proliferation with all his strength. Instantly, the pitch-black color spread and the stench of decay gushed out.

Even the squirming faces around them quickly withered and shriveled.

Then came the second, third, and fourth...

Dozens of sharp blades crisscrossed and penetrated into the flesh ball, leaving large traces of withering and decay, almost turning the endlessly growing proliferation into mud.

But soon, new granulation tissue grew out from it again.

Cursed life grows rampantly, rising above the scorched earth and decay.

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

Beside the officiating priest, the dean who had been watching the entire process was suddenly overjoyed, patting his shoulder with his swollen palm, "The patient is almost unable to hold on! Just a little bit, just a little bit... Doctor Lian, your method is still useful!"

"It's just my job."

The chief priest Lian Cheng turned around and smiled: "It all depends on everyone's sacrifice and dedication."

"Don't worry, everyone!"

The dean bent down joyfully, picked up a large piece of rotten meat from the ground, and showed it to everyone, almost dancing with joy: "See? We are almost successful!"

There is no need to be confused, despair or afraid anymore!
Doctors save patients!
Doctors have to save patients!
Doctor, you can definitely save the patient!

The dean laughed out loud during his sincere prayers and wishes, but pus dripped down his rotten and swollen face like tears: "Everyone can definitely die."

We will surely be able to welcome the end in peace and tranquility!
At this moment, the silent and empty archive room was filled with dust.

"Immortality disease?"

Ji Jue frowned and looked down at the scrawled notes on the paper: "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely true!"

Tong Hua also looked pale, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

Asking Ether if he could see it clearly was like asking an ember if he knew how to do alchemy. With Tong Hua's family tradition and abilities, she could read out the real ghostly talismans even if they were real ghostly talismans.

What's more, the cases that have been gradually pieced together from various incomplete records are sufficient to prove their authenticity.

An infectious disease known as... [Immortal Disease].

A disease that raged among the patients before the fall of Fountain City and the entire hospital fell into the cave.

Those patients who had no cure had their flesh and blood proliferating uncontrollably, becoming cancerous and alienated, but they could not die. The out-of-control cancer cells gradually turned them into horrifying monsters, and the pain that followed destroyed their reason and spirit... In the end, it turned into an incurable disaster.

In the end, everyone was mutated and fell into darkness, which continues to this day.

It cannot be killed, burned or destroyed.

Even if it is cut into pieces, it will be reborn. If it touches flesh and blood, it will be contagious. After being burned to ashes, a familiar face will grow again in the flesh and blood that falls from the ashes, wailing in despair.

Literally immortal.

But apart from life, reason, self and even everything have been distorted beyond recognition, until finally, they are reduced to disaster animals.

This kind of disaster has not occurred just once.

Each time, it is accompanied by large-scale evil and ignorance.

In the list of threatening plagues in the Hope Hospital, it ranks [NO.61]. This is a "blessing" bestowed upon the suffering patients by the "White House", one of the nine evils corresponding to the "vortex". The infection from the evil creatures completely alienates the living body and is incurable. Once alienated, the deformed flesh and soul cannot be restored. Even if they are removed immediately, the flesh and soul dug out will still wail in endless despair.

Until it is directly wiped out both physically and spiritually by a more advanced means.

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

Just thinking about it made Ji Jue feel overwhelmed.

But in the dead silence, Tong Hua's expression suddenly changed. She made a warning gesture to him and pointed outside the door.

Then, Ji Jue heard muffled footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

Amid the faint wailing, there was a clear and dull scraping sound of something being dragged, approaching this place little by little.

Finally, it stopped outside the door.

There were three clear knocks on the door, steady and quiet.

Then, there was a long period of dead silence.

An inexplicable chill spread, and even the ghost fetus that had been holding the chain in Ji Jue's hand became quiet and trembled.

In the silence, no footsteps could be heard leaving, but there was no loud noise of someone breaking in either.

Only the patience that seems to be able to wait until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

Even torment.

Until Ji Jue reached out his hand and slowly opened the door of the archive room.

Then, under the flickering lights, an exaggerated smile with stitches all over it appeared before his eyes:
"Why so long?"

In an instant, it was so close.

On Director Qian's face, it seemed as if the blood that would never dry up was slowly sliding down the cracks. There was no light in his dark eyes as he stared at his face.

However, Ji Jue's attention was attracted by the thing he was dragging in his hand.

A mutilated corpse.

The bloodstains followed the footprints all the way.

In the void behind him, it seemed as if someone gently pulled the corner of his clothes. It was Tong Hua, who was hiding nearby. Her finger lightly touched the back of Ji Jue's neck. The comparison of records told 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, and he grinned and smiled. He did not answer the question directly, but greeted: "It's so late, is Director Qian still busy?"

"Yes, pest control." Director Qian lowered his head, looked at the corpse in his hand, and shook it: "There are many more pests recently, and there are more and more bad seeds hidden among us.

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

"Indeed, one bad apple spoils the whole barrel."

Ji Jueshen nodded in agreement, "Do you want help?"

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

He paused, and a scarlet glow appeared in his dark eyes: "What are you doing in the archives room?"

"Check the files."

Ji Jue answered straightforwardly without thinking: "Find study materials and improve your own abilities. After all, although there is not much work in obstetrics and gynecology, it does not mean that we can just sit there and do nothing!

The hospital needs us, and so do the patients!"

The more Ji Jue spoke, the more passionate he became. In the end, he took the initiative to hold the other party's bloody hands, "I really want to improve, Director Qian!"

For a moment, Director Qian seemed to be stunned, and then he became suspicious.

"……is that true?"

The bloodshot black pupils came closer, and the stench behind the sharp teeth spread out: "I hate it most when people lie."

"really."

Ji Jue nodded vigorously, "Although I'm not used to it at first, I really want to help patients and save them! Director Qian, you know..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Director Qian's face getting closer and closer.

Almost, clinging.

Then, it dropped down as if to bury itself in his neck, causing his goosebumps to appear on his skin and leaving him dumbfounded: Damn, is this a hidden rule so soon?
No, aren’t they usually fighting for the young nurse?
You don't even covet men's beauty...

He restrained himself and did not move.

Fortunately, there was no contact.

Director Qian's nostrils flared.

As if taking a sniff.

Soon, he retracted his smile, and an exaggerated smile reappeared on his face, as if he had suddenly realized something: "So that's it, I thought so!"

"So you are sick too..."

The sticky blood slowly fell from his face like tears, as if out of compassion, but paired with that smile it seemed like mockery: "I didn't expect you to be able to think of others, very good, very good.

A doctor should have such a kind heart!"

"Come on, you must do your best, understand?"

He patted Ji Jue on the shoulder and was about to turn around and leave. Ji Jue was confused and didn't understand what was going on, but he subconsciously called out to him: "Director Qian!"

"Ok?"

The monster turned around and looked back.

"We are running out of equipment and medicines in our obstetrics and gynecology department. In order to cure patients more conveniently, I want to apply for some supplies." As he spoke, Ji Jue took out a form that he had already filled out from his pocket and handed it to him. He looked shy and timid, just like all the young people who can't open their mouths.

"Well, it's great, everything is fine. As for the medicines, they are all gone in the medical department. I don't know how much they are left. As for these equipments... forget it, go to the warehouse and get them yourself."

After glancing at the beginning of the list, Director Qian looked away, left the body behind, and pressed a mark on it with his bloody thumb.

Like a signature and permission.

"Mr. Li is old and not easy to talk to. Remember to bring some gifts." He finally reminded: "When people get old, they tend to forget things. Don't bother with him."

"Ok."

Ji Jue nodded, smiled and waved, watching Director Qian's figure go away.

After a long while, he let out a long breath, then lowered his head. Following Tong Hua's reminder, he looked at the winding bloodstains on the ground, and even at the source of the bloodstains, the corner at the end of the corridor...

I couldn't help but tilt my head slightly.

footprint?

who?

"Someone was following us just now."

Tong Hua, who was hiding nearby, said, "These three are the chosen ones from outside, and they want to kill people."

“…What a coincidence.”

After a long period of contemplation, Ji Jue suddenly laughed.

"We haven't even seen this side yet, how come everyone thinks of the same thing?"

(End of this chapter)