Chapter 174 Blessing and Curse

At this moment, the core that truly constitutes the time ruins, establishes the magic realm, and distorts reality... appears in front of Ji Jue.

The cause is an immortal disease that cannot be cured, and the basis is countless desperate patients who suffer eternally. In the end, what they sacrifice everything and wish to achieve is the single-minded salvation that they never give up until death.

The helpless doctors gave their all, even at the cost of their souls, and offered their last prayers and wishes to the world.

Usher in the transformation.

Even if I lose everything, as long as this one heart remains, I will never abandon my patients, never break my oath, and never allow poisonous and polluting things to continue to exist in this world!
Even something that is about to spread poison and pollution becomes yourself.

That resolute look was right before Ji Jue’s eyes.

"..."

Ji Jue was stunned and speechless.

The doctor's expression twitched, bathed in the blood-colored rain, as if he was crying, or as if he was smiling miserably.

“I’m not a very good doctor.”

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

"They were sick, everyone was sick, and I was sick too."

"I don't know how to save myself, nor do I know how to save them... It's all my fault..."

"Everyone, what has become of you?"

He tried hard to raise his head and look around, but he could not find any sign of salvation or healing. There were only wailing, tumors, and blood raining down, drowning the gradually collapsing and destroying hospital.

Then, he gradually realized: "In the end, I couldn't save anyone."

boom!
There was a sound of cracking coming from the sky.

It also seemed to come from the cracks in his body.

A bright light appeared and wrapped around the evil and foolish marrow that had turned into a sharp blade, just like using one's own blood to wash away the contaminated poison, gradually seeping into it.

Then, he finally let go of his hands.

Look at the young man in front of you.

"The final training for residency has ended."

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

She picked it up carefully and put it around Ji Jue's neck, then carefully and meticulously smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar.

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

The old doctor smiled for the last time.

Looking at the best newcomer I have ever coached, I told him:

"I must be a good doctor..."

At that moment, Ji Jue was in a daze and subconsciously reached out his hand, as if he wanted to retain the disappearing phantom.

But these hands, which could create all the beautiful things in the world, were unable to keep anything. Once again, they grabbed nothing.

Only scattered light overflowed from his fingertips, swaying and flying into the sky.

In a trance, it seemed like someone laughed.

Finally reach out your hand.

Gently, patted his shoulder.

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, lowered his head, and saw the work badge hanging on his chest and the strange bone in his hand that was as sharp as a blade. When the blood and darkness were gone, it looked like crystal, glowing with a crystal light.

An identity to be proud of, a tool to redeem the sick.

They entrusted all the treasures they had to him.

But why?

"I was always lying to you." Ji Jue whispered softly.

It's just a casual remark, spoken in a pretentious manner, as if he were a savior who could empathize with the world and felt compassion for the world, pretending to be serious.

Were you cheated?!

This is all acting. I was pretending to cry to get pocket money when I was four years old.

Anyone who takes it seriously is a fool.

But every time, there was always someone who would smile helplessly, take his hand, and lead him to the bright window of the store.

At that time, the sky was blue, the summer breeze was blowing under the shade of the trees, the sun was shining on the earth, and everything was beautiful like a fairy tale.

He closed his eyes and cursed silently.

He cursed again.

Until, I heard the sound of staggering footsteps coming from a distance.

"Children's paintings."

On the ruins, Tong Hua stumbled forward and was slightly stunned. She looked up at the back of the man standing in the blood rain and heard his voice:

“Go and prepare for isolation and protection.”

"what?"

Tong Hua was at a loss.

"Didn't I make it clear?"

Ji Jue turned around, his name tag fluttering above his white coat, and repeated: "Don't just stand there like an idiot, and don't let the patient 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 came to an abrupt end. After the rain gradually dissipated, a vague shadow seemed to emerge.

Shixu, which was on the verge of collapse, seemed to have found its support again.

Lingering on, refusing to perish!

It's not over yet.

There is a doctor here! .
Ten minutes later, the trolley in the operating room was pulled out from the rubble and brought to Ji Jue, with all the tools ready.

The flattest place in the ruins has become an operating table. The huge tumor, which is as shriveled as a car, has been pushed onto the dust cloth that is acting as a sterile cloth.

On each of their fluctuating faces, their hollow eyes were filled with tears as they stared blankly at the doctors in front of them.

The lips moved silently.

I no longer have the strength to even pray or call out.

"Just consider your preoperative preparations complete."

Ji Jue reached out his hand and stroked their faces: "Cooperate a little, this is everyone's first time. This is my first time as a doctor, and it will also be the first time for you to be cured and the first time to die."

He said, "I promise."

Perhaps, I will never be a good doctor in this life.

Ji Jue knew this very well.

They lack patience and so-called kindness, look down on fools and fools, and cannot help but frown when they see the troubles they have caused themselves. It is impossible for them to extend a helping hand to patients again and again and endlessly.

When he sees someone seeking his own death, he will stand by and sneer at the fun. The only words he is good at that have something to do with doctors are "no hope", "wait to die" and "goodbye".

Why are you telling people for no apparent reason that you must be a good doctor?
What's the difference between this kind of last words and a curse? !
Persuading others to study medicine will be struck by lightning! Besides, I am walking smoothly on the road of craftsmanship. In the future, I can have ability, power and property with just a wave of my hand. My future is extremely bright.

Please don't mess around with other people's life plans, okay?

So, just treat it as... a guest appearance once in a while.

You'd better not ask for too much.

"Death-hungry, huh?"

Ji Jue clenched the Bone Knife tightly and said, "This essence created by you is exactly what you wish for."

The despair of denying hope and the desire for death after denying life, and then the doctors' final mercy, what finally appears is this sharp blade as clear as glass.

It was as if there were faint traces of blood flowing on them. Under the catalysis of non-attack, the bones broke into pieces one after another, and turned into ashes after being disassembled by the self-dissociation technique.

He plucked away many of the essences without hesitation, squandering this power that originally had infinite possibilities.

There was not any difficulty at all. It was even as if it was cooperating with Ji Jue's practice, without any sluggishness and flowing smoothly.

In the end, what appeared in Ji Jue's hand was a slightly curved bone knife that was only about 40 centimeters long. It was shaped like a scalpel, but was even more exaggerated than ordinary models.

A clear and transparent, faintly sharp edge extends above it, magnificent like a dream.

Like the dream of redemption itself.

From the moment he raised the knife, Ji Jue couldn't help but recall the conversation he had with Professor Ye.

"Teacher, if the magic hand and the spiritual primacy work together, can they really remove the soul?"

At that time, Professor Ye told him: "It is theoretically possible."

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

Unfortunately, no one responded.

But from somewhere in the dark, there seemed to be a decisive answer.

Tell him—

--absolute!
Doctors can save patients, and doctors will save patients.

This time, doctor, you will definitely save the patient!
At that moment, Ji Jue raised his head.

Looking up at the collapsing sky, there seemed to be a faint phantom emerging from above the sky, so vague, like a mirage... like a pale building, so huge, as if it filled the entire sky.

Although it is bathed in infinite light, there is no tenderness or mercy.

The paradise at the end of life, the great sin of denying life and death itself, Baiguan, appears here.

Overlooking with indifference.

Mocking the challengers who overestimate their own abilities, challengers!

So, at that moment, Ji Jue made the first cut towards the patient in front of him without hesitation.

Doctor, the operation has begun!
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Anesthesia, omitted

Disinfection, omitted

The condition and analysis of the illness are omitted!
With the well-protected Tong Hua providing detection and reading, Ji Jue swung his knife and cut open the flesh in front of him...

The doctor will save the patient, the doctor will do his best to kill the patient!
In an instant, blood gushed out like a waterfall, and countless wriggling organs and limbs overflowed from the crack like a waterfall, spreading, wriggling and wailing.

Inside the shriveled tumor, countless granulations were actually growing again, but the brief decline was unable to kill the deformed life, and the immortal disease was still rampant.

Ji Jue could have used the same trick again, grafted himself into it, and then drained all the pollution and evil changes through the power of the watch, but the price was that everything except himself would be completely destroyed. The patient's consciousness and soul would be forever mixed with the evil changes, being sucked to an unknown place, and could never be freed.

But now, what he has to do is to completely separate their consciousness and souls that have already been integrated into the flesh and blood from this immortal body!
That’s right, just as Professor Ye asked.

Extract the spiritual wisdom from the physical body!

There was no need to be cautious and careful, nor to look ahead and behind... This time, under the wielding of Fei Gong's hand, the blood and flesh were easily smoothed out, and then, the bone knife in his hand chopped it off.

The clear and transparent blade seemed to be between reality and illusion, dividing the mixed body and soul at the same time. The despair of hope burning out and the death longed for by life were reconciled by mercy, dividing the intricate relationship between the two with ease.

What is more important is some kind of guidance that emerges from instinct.

"Go three inches inwards, remove the tumor, and then operate from the side."

"Bone growths and organs are not the focus, just put them aside and ignore them."

"The nerves, lymph nodes and internal organs in this area are all mixed together. If they are temporarily sealed, the regenerated tissue will be even more chaotic after the removal."

"Compared to the disorder of flesh and blood, the mixture of souls is the key point."

At the moment of operating the knife, it was as if a hallucinatory voice rang out from within his heart, blending in like instinct and providing guidance. It might be familiar, or unfamiliar, but it seemed as if he had heard it before.

From the hospital's conference room...

In a brief trance, Ji Jue raised his head and glanced at the opposite side. In the empty air, it seemed as if phantoms appeared. The doctors were looking at him, smiling, giving him guidance and encouragement.

With the scalpel as the medium, this knowledge and experience was introduced into Ji Jue's movements without any sluggishness or pause.

The wailing stopped briefly for a moment.

In the sudden silence, Ji Jue's hands sank into the chaos of flesh and blood. The bone knife moved around, removing all attachments smoothly and dissolving the boundaries between souls.

The other hand, which was wrapped around the non-attack matrix, stretched out and clenched tightly, not allowing the tiny soul and consciousness to slip through the fingertips.

This time, he finally caught it.

"Give it to me, come out!"

Blood gushed out and the remaining limbs squirmed.

The perfect linkage between the primacy of the spirit and the ingenuity of the hand makes the flesh and blood act on the soul, blocking, dividing, and then reconstructing.

In just a moment, he finally grasped the most crucial thread among the countless tangled threads.

Pull it out!

A shrill cry sounded, right in Ji Jue's hands!
The tiny piece of flesh squirmed, dragging a rotten umbilical cord, and was completely removed from the tumor. The limbs that had not yet fully developed twitched, and on the blurred face, the first tear since birth finally flowed.

baby.

"I didn't expect that I'd still be working in obstetrics and gynecology."

Ji Jue laughed at himself, reached out his hand, and carefully wiped the spoiled amniotic fluid off its face. The crying became louder and louder, the child was breathing greedily, shouting, and crying.

The dark eyeballs moved with all their strength and finally looked at Ji Jue.

The lips moved for a moment.

It was a smile of relief, as if saying thank you.

Then, it quickly withered, collapsed, turned into ashes, and blew away.

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

He was born, and he died.

And a ray of spiritual light broke free from the pollution of the White House, flew freely, and went to a place where evil could not go.

"Patient No. 1, cured."

Ji Jue murmured softly, talking to himself, and he seemed to hear ecstatic cheers and shouts in the hallucinations in his ears. The wishes placed on the scalpel glowed brighter and brighter!
collapse!
Above the sky, a crack reappeared, crisscrossing like a railing, making the shadow of the White House even more vague and distant.

On the other side of the sky, an invisible rising object slowly appeared, looking down from the call. Then, the stars that were swaying like sparks gathered together faintly, like the firewood of the furnace in the sky burning silently... and on the other side, the fire of the eyes in the stagnant furnace was faintly burning.

And right above the earth, the operation continues.

Everything has just begun.

(End of this chapter)