Chapter 167 Hello (Thanks to the leader of food grade salted fish

Dead silence.

In the office of the inpatient building, apart from the wailing outside the door, there was only dead silence.

In the dead silence, Liancheng stood there in a daze, already sweating profusely.

A few minutes ago, the intercom was suddenly connected, and the subordinate reported in panic as if he had seen a ghost: "Master Priest, something terrible has happened, there is..."

Then, the signal suddenly cut off.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrifying noise and roar that shook the entire time and place.

Looking out from the window, the entire side wing of the outpatient building's exterior wall had collapsed and cracks, and the office where the trusted subordinates were located was filled with smoke and corpses.

What the fuck? What the fuck happened?
Something terrible has happened, why don’t you tell me something?

What happened?

But no matter how he urged or asked questions on the intercom, no one responded.

Are all the people dead?

What happened? Why did it suddenly...

Then, all of a sudden, he was sweating profusely, stiff in place, and an incredible conclusion emerged in his mind: Could it be that the Security Bureau was calling?

So fast?
How did they break through the boundary membrane of Shixu and come in?

That’s not right. Why?

Where did they get the courage?

How dare they risk the Time Ruins exploding in the center of Yacheng and forcibly open the Time Ruins from the outside?

Besides, I haven’t seen any extraordinary strong men from Haizhou appear.

The moment he reacted, he instinctively wanted to get up and rush to the scene, but then he stopped where he was, sweating profusely: No, if it was someone from the Security Bureau, then this office was a trap.

Lure yourself into a trap!
Fortunately, there is a pollution isolation blockade in the hospital building, and unauthorized outsiders cannot enter. This is my most important protection and support now.

What's more, he has the great power given by God in his hands, so he may not be at risk!
Lian Cheng, who had finally regained his composure, sat down again. He looked up at the huge tumor and countless faces hanging wailing in the hall, and his mind was at peace.

Soon, the intercom rang again, with a crying tone.

It's another spare machine.

"Officiant, Officiant, something bad has happened!"

The subordinate who escaped the disaster by hiding in the morgue to concoct the blood soul of the Chosen One to make tools reported in panic: "They are all dead, all dead, except me..."

"Get to the point!" Lian Cheng interrupted him impatiently, "Who did it, how did it happen, how many people did it?"

"It's... it's an outsider who came from behind, he..."

"one?"

Lian Cheng's voice rose, interrupting him: "Are you sure, there is only one?!"

"Yes, one! Lao Kong led people to deal with him, but for some reason they all died and a bomb was stuffed into Lao Kong's stomach..."

The subordinates, who had already fallen into confusion, reported incoherently: "No, there is also that person named Xie, they might..."

"Okay, I get it!"

Liancheng interrupted impatiently, not wanting to listen anymore.

A person?

Putting aside the fact that the three of Kong Yebai died inexplicably at the hands of an outsider, how could a bomb wipe out all of his team members and subordinates?

Seriously? Are you guys not kidding?
What kind of bomb is that? Is it a military phlogiston bomb? Or is it mixed with poison or radioactive ingredients? !
waste!

They are all a bunch of fucking rubbish!!!
Lian Cheng, who understood the whole story at this moment, was completely furious, except for the fluke that the security bureau had not arrived. This bunch of useless shits were actually wiped out by a bomb? !
Fortunately, I still have high hopes for them.

In the past, you all patted your chests and said that you would donate your hearts to the cult, but I didn't believe it. But now, as soon as the string of a fucking bomb is pulled, you immediately donate your hearts, right?

No way? No way? No way? Forget about the believers, but you fucking bastards don't believe that after you die, you can go to heaven and enjoy eternal bliss, do you?
It's just like... a joke!
Anger, shame, fear and panic all mixed together. Lian Cheng's expression twitched and gradually became ferocious: "It's come to this. There's no point in saying more."

He said, "Go and get ready. Tonight, release the disaster beast on the second floor."

Since the outpatient building is no longer safe, let's get rid of all those troublemakers!

The plan is about to succeed.

The power of the Lord is about to descend upon this ruins, take root and sprout, and will soon spread throughout Yacheng and Haizhou. At this critical moment, there must not be any trouble!
"But...but..." The voice on the other end began to tremble.

"But what?" Lian Cheng asked indifferently, "Are you going to disobey my order?"

"I dare not, absolutely not!"

The subordinate responded in horror: "Yes, sir, yes!"

Communication is cut off.

The only sound in the dead silent room was the heavy breathing.

Liancheng looked coldly at the buildings outside the window, his mind turning.

One?
No, there is definitely more than one. There must be someone named Xie behind the scenes who is directing and participating in the plan.

That damn guy...

If he wants to cause trouble, it will probably be even more troublesome. But there is no need to worry for the time being. Unless he is crazy, he will never dare to get close to the Immortal Disease.

Among the Nine Evils, the White House's love for the Whirlpool Chosen is well known. Once the White House's shadow is seen, one day, the Chosen who yearn for the essence of life and eternal existence will enter the House of Endless Bliss.

Without exception!

At this moment, after Liancheng made up his mind, he finally felt a little relieved.

He took a deep breath and straightened his appearance.

However, in this dead silence filled with wailing, a clear voice suddenly rang out.

knocking.

It was so harsh, like a steel needle, making Liancheng feel cold inside.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

He saw the dean, who was swollen and rotten like a drowned person, with an exaggerated smile on his face covered with pus, looking at him.

Lian Cheng forced a smile: "What's the matter, Dean?"

"Something happened, everyone, let's have a meeting."

The dean clapped his hands, and behind him, one strange figure after another emerged from the darkness and walked out, with faces covered with scars and deformations, and all laughing with the same enthusiastic smile.

Under the flickering lights, flickering shadows danced between the smiles, outlining a hideous arc.

But the one who finally walked out was an... unexpectedly young face.

Also with a smile.

But he is so kind, full of affinity and gentleness, which makes people admire and trust him.

She nodded slowly towards him.

"Let me introduce you to this new member who has just been introduced by Director Qian and has recently joined our infectious disease department's special treatment team."

The dean waved enthusiastically behind him and said to the newcomer, "He came a few weeks earlier than you, so he can be considered your predecessor. Come and say hello to him."

"Ok."

Ji Jue nodded, looked back, looked at Liancheng, and extended his hand enthusiastically.

Waiting for his response.

But an inexplicable feeling of suffocation and panic suddenly emerged in Liancheng's heart at this moment. He was terrified. For a moment, his eyes seemed to blur and the gentle smile disappeared. What was left was only a face of a skeleton that was burning forever surrounded by countless blood and residual souls.

But then, all the illusions seemed to disappear quickly.

Only Ji Jue's outstretched hand was left.

Wait quietly.

There is no wavering, as if he could wait until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and the rock remains immovable.

Until Liancheng finally came to his senses, his hand twitched slightly and slowly raised up.

But before he could reach out, that hand had already reached out enthusiastically and held his five fingers in its hand.

So passionate, and so hard.

It was like a hydraulic pliers giving its first greeting to the person it was about to assault!
"Hello, Priest."

Ji Jue's right hand suddenly pulled him forward a step, and he enthusiastically opened his arms and hugged him, so intimately. Just like that, he patted his shoulder, whispered in his ear, and told him:

"You're next."

Liancheng's expression froze instantly, and he began to spasm uncontrollably.

But Ji Jue's hand finally loosened.

He took the initiative, took a step back, and after completing the greeting, returned to the dean's side.

Look at him.

In the moment of eye contact, the two faces had different looks, whether stiff or calm.

Anger and shock, coldness and malice.

Flowing silently.

Soon, it fell silent.

Liancheng forced a smile, but behind his back, his right hand, which had almost lost feeling in the severe pain, clenched tightly in anger, and veins bulged.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

He lowered his head.

He suppressed the murderous intent and anger that was about to erupt, and just like that, he joined the team.
.
Liancheng even forgot how he got to the meeting room.

Along the way, in his fear and rage, his brain seemed to be completely empty for a moment, and he followed the arrangements like a walking corpse.

Like everyone else, he listened to the speeches and instructions and clapped in unison.

Finally, I took out the manuscript I had prepared long ago and gave a report, but my voice sounded hollow and intermittent, and no longer had the passion I once had.

"In summary, after adopting the new treatment, the patient's condition has shown gratifying progress..."

But just when everyone was listening attentively and applauding with joy, another harsh noise appeared.

"Ahem, wait a minute."

For a moment, Lian Cheng's report was interrupted and the entire conference room was dead silent. Everyone looked over with dissatisfaction, frowning slightly, looking at the newcomer who was ignorant of the world and interrupted the speech.

"I'm sorry, I know it's inappropriate to say this at this time, but as a doctor, I must be responsible for the patient's condition."

Ji Jue raised his hand, straightened the collar of his white coat, and asked seriously: "I only have one question..."

He paused and looked at everyone seriously:

“Does this treatment method really work?”

For a moment, in the brief silence, Lian Cheng's face became uglier and uglier. Without waiting for others to speak, he was the first to refute: "Everyone saw this with their own eyes, could it be fake?

If you don't know anything, then don't waste everyone's time here. Every minute and every second you delay, there are patients suffering!"

Seizing this crucial opportunity, Liancheng took the lead and wanted to drive this guy out of the special team in one go.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the doctors attending the meeting nodded.

It was obvious that the patients were already aware of the large areas of withered limbs and decay.

But before Liancheng could say anything, Director Qian had already raised his head and scolded him indifferently: "You are a newcomer, just come here with your ears and eyes, and study hard.

This is not the place for you to talk!"

Lian Cheng's original angry expression froze for a moment. At this moment, Director Qian's words were not so much a reprimand as it was... like a defense?

Are you serious?

Even he himself was amused by such a conjecture. Would the deformed person in the Ruins of Time take the initiative to protect an outsider? Too absurd!

But Ji Jue did not seize this opportunity at all and quit while he was ahead.

Instead, he flipped through the files and reports in his hand and said calmly, "But up to now, no patient has been cured, right?"

As soon as the words were spoken, dead silence fell again.

Then, Ji Jue continued, "Although everyone is stuck together and it's hard to tell them apart, that's exactly the problem, right?

How can we judge whether such treatment is effective and not just causing more suffering to the patient? "

For a moment, in the meeting room that was originally filled with anger and unhappiness, there were also whispers, and even doubts and hesitations.

"I told you—"

Director Qian raised his voice, bloodshot in his dark eyes: "This is not the place for you to talk! If you continue like this, get out!"

"Wait a minute, Director Qian."

At this time, the person who spoke was the dean who had been silent from beginning to end. His bloated face, which seemed to be lowered in thought, slowly raised its head, and the entire conference room fell into solemn silence.

"Your concerns are indeed not without reason. However, today's treatment methods are much better than previous attempts and have achieved many results.

Even if we are not successful at present, I believe that it is only temporary. After all, the disease is like a thread being pulled out. The patient has been suffering from the terminal illness for so many years and it is difficult to recover. We must always be patient. "

He paused for a moment, and on his inhuman face, several eyes slowly widened, emitting cold light, staring at Ji Jue intently, his voice became icy:

"It's just that you've said so much, do you have any good ideas? Why not bring them up and we can discuss with each other."

Director Qian's expression changed slightly.

He seemed to want to speak, but under the gaze of the dean, he finally closed his mouth.

And under all the cold gazes, Ji Jue remained calm as usual, and even smiled.

"It's not a brilliant opinion, but just a small suggestion."

He raised a finger and said, "Just like what you said, the patients have been ill for too long, and the condition is hard to recover. The disease is like pulling a thread out, and it is not easy to cure it, etc...."

During the brief pause, his smile became warmer: "But if that's the case, then why not try a mild case?"

"..."

The dean was stunned for a moment.

"Find a mild case and treat it using today's methods."

Ji Jue spread his hands openly and looked around at the many surprised expressions: "As long as it can be cured successfully, doesn't it mean that the treatment method is credible and effective?"

"That's complete bullshit!"

Lian Cheng was unable to control himself and was furious. He slammed the table and pointed at Ji Jue and yelled, "All the patients are gathered together. How can we find them all of a sudden..."

But before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden chill in his heart.

In other words, it's completely cool.

Oops……

"Isn't this simple?"

Ji Jue looked over and smiled, looking at him with admiration, expectation and wishes: "Of course, whoever proposed the treatment method should prove it!"

Lian Cheng was stunned and stiff in place. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Ji Jue's voice following closely.

"Or, as a doctor, do you lack the confidence to practice your own treatment methods yourself?!"

Ji Jue slowly stood up, put his hands on the table, and moved closer.

Across this narrow table, he finally showed his true colors. He smiled and asked, "Could it be that even you yourself are unsure?"

"How can it be!"

Lian Cheng's back was immediately covered in cold sweat. He subconsciously glared and yelled, as if to build up his confidence. Then, he wanted to change the subject or point of intersection, and then drag this damn guy into the water.

"Can……"

There was nothing more to say. Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Ji Jue again.

But this time, what Ji Jue said made him unbelievable.

It was as if I understood his difficulties.

From his perspective:

"Indeed, clinical trials are not something that can be done so hastily. It is impossible to suddenly ask the physician who proposed the plan to conduct the verification. This would be too harsh."

After Ji Jue finished speaking, he turned around and looked at him, as if he suddenly realized something: "Wait, you don't mean to say... whoever raises the doubt should verify it, right?"

Liancheng's face instantly turned red, and he was furious like never before.

You ▇▇! I ▇ you ▇! You ▇▇!

All the words you said were mine! All the words you said were mine!!!

If this wasn't a meeting room, Lian Cheng would have rushed over in such a rage.

But was even this step anticipated by the other party?

When his heart was sinking to the bottom, he heard Ji Jue's words again and froze in place.

First there was confusion and bewilderment, then puzzlement and suspicion, and finally what emerged was fear!
Because Ji Jue said:
"Okay."

Opposite him, the warm face smiled again, nodded, and told him: "No problem, OK, I accept it, how about this?"

"I am willing to be inoculated with the Immortal Disease with you, as a control group using a placebo according to the clinical trial."

Ji Jue spread his arms, as if bathing in non-existent holy light, and reverently and solemnly offered everything he had to the white tower.

This was the sacrifice of Isaac and the burnt offering of Abraham!

To heal patients and to allow them to have a peaceful death and end.

The new doctor took the initiative to step forward and accept the live experiment. He stood on the moral high ground, looked down, and finally asked: "In this case, you don't have any objection, right?"

Liancheng was still stiff, completely petrified, only his eye sockets kept twitching, he couldn't control it, and his expression was twitching.

But in this dead silence, there was a sound of sobbing.

Crying and choking.

Tears slowly fell.

It was the dean, but not just the dean. At this moment, everyone was silent, with their heads lowered, and winding tears of blood slowly flowed down their faces.

I am so moved, words cannot describe it!
“Talented people emerge in every generation, and the waves behind push the waves ahead.”

"Old, old."

"Director Qian, you did a great job, great job!"

"You have trained a good doctor!"

In the conference room, the deformed doctors shed tears, choked up, and their expressions changed from relief to admiration, approval, and sighs... They couldn't help but applaud for this great sacrifice!

Finally, a pair of fanatical eyes looked back.

Looked towards...

Liancheng.

Liancheng opened his mouth several times but couldn't say a word.

I've already been so angry that my eyes are about to burst!

(End of this chapter)