Ji Jue reached out his hand, caressing their faces, "Cooperate a bit, we're all encountering firsts, my first time being a doctor, and for you, the first time to be cured, and the first time to die."

He said, "I promise."

Perhaps, he could never be a good doctor in his lifetime.

Ji Jue was well aware of this fact.

Lacking patience and so-called compassion, he despised fools and idiots, and he couldn't help but frown upon seeing troubles they brought upon themselves; it was impossible to endlessly extend a helping hand to patients.

Seeing someone heading towards their own demise, he would stand by and watch the spectacle with a cold sneer. The only thing he was good at, somewhat related to being a doctor, was saying "no hope," "wait to die," and "farewell."

Why on Earth tell someone to be a good doctor?

How was this last will different from a curse?

It was said that calling someone to study medicine would bring divine retribution!

Moreover, he was smoothly advancing on the path of becoming a 'craftsman,' where power, authority, and wealth were within an easy reach, with a promising future ahead.

Why mess with someone else's life plan?

So, let's just consider it... occasionally playing a guest role.

You better not expect too much.

"Thirsting for death, right?"

Ji Jue gripped the Bone Relic Blade, "This essence born from you rightly matches your desires."

Despair that denies hope and the craving for death after denying life, when applied with the final mercy of doctors, what shows is a blade as clear as glass.

It seemed as though strands of blood flowed along it, and under the catalysis of the Non-attack, bones shattered piece by piece, turning to ash following the breakdown by the Dissociation Technique.

He unhesitatingly plucked many essences, lavishly squandering this power which initially had infinite possibilities.

There was no difficulty at all; it felt as though it was complying with Ji Jue's refinement effortlessly, smoothly flowing.

At last, what appeared in Ji Jue's hands was a slightly curved bone knife of just over forty centimeters, similar to a surgical scaluder., yet even more exaggerated than conventional models.

A stunning, dreamlike, ethereal blade extended on it.

Just like the dream of redemption itself.

From the moment he lifted the blade, Ji Jue couldn't help but recall his conversation with Professor Ye.

"Teacher, if Heavenly Skill and Spirit First interact, can it truly extract a soul?"

At the time, Professor Ye told him, "There is a theoretical possibility."

Now, he wanted to ask Director Qian another question, "Director Qian, can doctors truly save patients?"

Alas, no one responded.

But somewhere in the depths, a resolute answer seemed to come.

Telling him—

—Absolutely!

Doctors can save patients, and doctors will save patients.

This time, the doctor, will definitely save the patient!

In that instant, Ji Jue looked up.

He looked towards the breaking heavens, and from above, ethereal apparitions emerged, as elusive as a mirage... like a pale building, so large it seemed to fill the entire sky.

Bathed in endless light, yet there was no gentleness or compassion.

The Garden of Ultimate Bliss at life's end, the Great Calamity·White Mansion, revealed itself.

Indifferently looking down.

Mocking those challengers who overestimated their capabilities, the challengers!

Thus, in that instant, Ji Jue did not hesitate to make the first cut on the patient before him.

The doctor, began the surgery!

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Anesthesia, omitted

Disinfection, omitted

Assessing and analyzing the condition, omitted!

Protected and provided by Tong Hua, Ji Jue swung his knife, slicing open the flesh before him...

The doctor will save the patient, the doctor, will go all out, to kill the patient!

In an instant, blood spurted like a waterfall, numerous wriggling organs and limbs gushed from the fissure, proliferating and moaning pitifully.

Inside the shriveled tumor, flesh buds were growing again, only the brief weakness couldn't kill the Mutant's life—Undying Disease was still rampant.

Ji Jue might have repeated the old trick, grafting himself into it, then using the power of his wristwatch to drain all the contamination and mutations. However, the cost was everything but himself would be completely destroyed. Along with the patient's consciousness and soul, they would forever be mixed with the mutant, drawn into an unknown place, never to be freed.

But now, what he needed to do was to completely separate their consciousness and souls, which had already merged into the flesh, from this undying body!

Yes, just as Professor Ye had requested.

Extract the Spiritual Wisdom from the body!

No need to be overly cautious or hesitant... this time, under the sweep of the Non-attack Matrix hand, the pervasive flesh was easily managed, and then, the Bone Knife fell.

The clear, almost ghostly, blade seemed to exist between reality and illusion—it simultaneously divided the entangled bodies and souls. The despair void of hope and the death craved by life were blended with mercy, skillfully dividing the complex relationship between the two.

And more importantly, was some sort of guidance emerging from instinct.

"Three inches inwards, remove the tumor, then operate from the side."

"Ignore the hyperplastic bones and organs, set them aside because they don't matter."

"This cluster of nerves and lymph nodes is mixed with the viscera, temporarily seal it off, the tissue that regenerates afterwards will be more chaotic."

"Compared to the chaotic flesh, the mixture of souls is what really matters."

In the moment of operation, as if there were hallucinatory voices emerging from his heart, merging with his instincts, guiding whether familiar or unfamiliar, but seemingly echoed from somewhere heard before.

From the hospital's conference room...

In a brief moment of trance, Ji Jue raised his head, glanced across, in the empty air, as if phantoms appeared, doctors looking at him, smiling, giving guidance and encouragement.

Using the scalpel as a medium, this knowledge and experience flowed seamlessly into Ji Jue's actions, without any hesitation or pause.

The wailing paused momentarily.

Suddenly, amid the eerie silence, Ji Jue's hands dived into the chaotic flesh, Bone Knives moving fluidly, removing all clinging adhesions, and dissolving the boundaries between souls.

And the other hand, wrapped around the Non-attack Matrix, reached out, gripping tightly, not allowing those tiny souls and consciousnesses to slip away from his fingertips.

This time, he finally caught it.

"Come out to me!"

Blood spurted, limbs writhed.

The perfect linkage between Spirit First and Heavenly Skill acted upon the flesh body, affecting the soul. Sealing, dividing, and then reconstituting.

Just in an instant, he finally gripped that crucial string among the countless entanglements.

Pulled out!

A piercing wail sounded, right in Ji Jue's hands!

Tiny flesh wriggled, dragging a rotten umbilical cord, completely extracted from the tumor. Limbs that had never fully developed twitched, and on the blurred face, the first tear since birth finally fell.

Infant.

"Didn't expect, even now, still laboring in obstetrics."

Ji Jue chuckled in self-mockery, reached out, carefully wiping off the deteriorated amniotic fluid from its face. The crying grew louder, the child greedily breathing, shouting, crying.

Its jet-black eyes moved with all their might, finally looking towards Ji Jue.

The lips moved for a moment.

As if it were expressing gratitude, a relieved smile.

Then, it rapidly withered, cracked, turned to ash, and blew away into the distance.

Leaving behind only a piece of mutated, shriveled flesh, which Ji Jue threw into the trash bin.

He was born, and he had met his death.

And a streak of Spiritual Light from Bai Guan's contamination struggled free, soaring freely, going to a place where evil couldn't reach.

"Patient number one, cured."

Ji Jue murmured softly, talking to himself, as if hearing the ecstatic cheers and shouts in his hallucinations, those hopes entrusted upon the scalpel shone brightly, increasingly dazzling!

Crack!

Above the firmament, another rift appeared, intercrossing, like a railing, making the projection of Bai Guan even more transient and distant.

On the other side of the sky, however, a shapeless rising entity slowly appeared, beckoning from above, then the stars, swaying like sparks, gradually gathered together, burning silently like the fuel of the Heavenly Furnace... while on the other side, the fire in the eyes of the Zhi Fu Oven subtly burned.

And on the ground, the operation continued.

It was just the beginning.

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