At this moment, the true core that constituted Time Ruins and established Demon Realm, warping reality... was revealed before Ji Jue.

The cause was the Undying Disease that could not be redeemed, the foundation was countless patients in eternal agony, who ultimately sacrificed everything, wishing what they achieved would be a redemption that they never gave up on, even as death approached.

Doctors, powerless to help, had given their all, not sparing their own souls, and their final prayers and wishes were offered to the world.

Ascension came.

Even if they lost everything, with only this single-mindedness left, they would never abandon their patients, never betray their vows, never allow the poisons and contaminations to continue existing in this world!

Even if it was themselves that would spread poison and contamination.

Such resolute determination was right before Ji Jue's eyes.

"..."

Ji Jue was stunned, unable to speak.

The doctor's face twitched, bathing in the blood-red rain, as if weeping, or seemingly giving a wretched smile.

"I'm not a good doctor."

His lips quivered, a tired murmur, "I, I can't remember... many things, I can't remember them. Who am I, what happened to everyone...?"

"They're sick, everyone's sick, I'm sick too."

"I don't know how to cure myself, nor how to cure them... it's all, my fault..."

"What has everyone turned into?"

He struggled to raise his head, wanting to look around, but he found no images of redemption or recovery, only the wailing, the tumors, the blood rain falling, subsuming the gradually crumbling and vanishing hospital.

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

Boom!

The sound of crashing came from above the heavens.

As if from the fissures in his own body.

Luminous light emerged, entwining the Evil Foolish Marrow turned blade, as if using his own blood to cleanse the poison's taint, slowly infiltrating it.

Then finally, he let go of his hands.

Looking at the youth in front of him.

"The final training of the resident doctor has ended."

The doctor's figure flickered, as if to crumble along with the world, but he didn't care, merely lifting his hand to take off his own badge from his neck.

Carefully, he hung it around Ji Jue's neck, seriously and meticulously, smoothing out the wrinkle on his collar.

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

The aged doctor's last smile.

Looking at the best newbie he had ever trained, telling him:

"You must be a good doctor..."

In that instant, Ji Jue, still in his daze, instinctively reached out, as if trying to retain that fading illusion.

But the hands that could shape all the beauty in the world, could not hold onto anything, grasping empty air yet again.

Only the scattering light spilled from his fingertips, flickering, soaring to the sky.

In his haze, it seemed as if someone laughed.

Finally reaching out a hand.

Gently, patting his shoulder.

"..."

Ji Jue was silent, lowering his head to see the badge hanging on his chest, and in his hand, the weird relic sharp as a blade, which after shedding its blood-red and pitch-black layers, shone like a crystal, emitting a glittering light.

The identity he took pride in, the tools he used for the redemption of the sick.

They entrusted him with all their most precious belongings.

But why?

"I've been lying to you all along," whispered Ji Jue.

Just a casual remark, pretending to empathize, acting like a compassionate Redeemer in sheer pretense, looking so genuine.

Fooled, weren't you?

It was all an act, I learnt to fake cry for pocket money when I was four.

Only a fool would take it seriously.

Yet every time, it was reliable, there would always be someone reluctantly smiling, taking his hand, leading him to the bright display windows of the shop.

Back then, the sky was azure, the summer wind blew through the tree shades, sunlight bathed the earth, and everything was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

He closed his eyes, silently cursing.

Cursing again.

Until he heard the staggering footsteps from afar.

"Tong Hua."

On the ruins, Tong Hua stumbled forward, pausing to look up at that silhouette standing in the blood rain, hearing his voice:

"Get ready for isolation and protection."

"Ah?"

Tong Hua was puzzled.

"Didn't I make myself clear?"

Ji Jue turned back, his badge fluttering above the white coat, and repeated, "Don't just stand there stunned, and don't keep the patients waiting... They are not deceivers, and neither am I!"

He said, "Prepare for the operation."

In that moment, all the wailing stopped abruptly from within the blood rain, and behind the slowly dissipating rainwater, some obscured shadow seemed to emerge.

The Time Ruins teetering on the edge of collapse seemed to find a pillar to cling to, once again.

Gasping for air, refusing to perish!

Nothing had ended yet.

There was still a doctor here!

.

Ten minutes later, the trolley from the operating room was dug out from the ruins and brought before Ji Jue, equipped with numerous tools.

The smoothest piece of rubble within the ruins became an operating table, and the huge tumorous mass, as big as a car and shriveled, was pushed onto the makeshift sterile drape.

On each of the fluctuating faces, empty eyes wept, blankly staring at the doctor, the doctors.

Their lips silently moved.

Even prayer and calling had no strength left.

"Let's just say your pre-op preparations are complete."

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