The setting sun dyed the sky red, and there was a strange smell of blood spreading.
After the surgical building completed the surgery for all 624 patients with the Banyan Malformation Disease with an 82% success rate, the medical staff who had fought for three days were allowed to take a break. Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang, and the other interns could also go back to the dormitory to rest.
This was the first time they had walked out of the surgical building in three days. Everyone was exhausted, but these few days of learning medicine had molded them better than the previous few years.
Cai Zixuan had already cooked a pot of delicious and fragrant vegetable minced meat porridge in the dormitory to comfort their mouths and stomachs. After eating the porridge, the tired crowd dispersed. For the time being, no one was willing to talk about the experience of the past few days.
Gu Jun went to take a shower, returned to his bedroom, and lay down on the bed. He also wanted to sleep first.
However, as soon as he closed his eyes, the scenes of the past few days appeared in front of him.
The death of the old lady, the death of the little boy, those strangely twisted limbs, the abrupt winding blood vessels, the black fluid flowing on the skin...
"Phew." Gu Jun opened his eyes and looked at the pale ceiling. Emptiness was sometimes a rare beauty.
"Staying in Phecda for a long time, will I really not go crazy?" he murmured.
He murmured. The speed of growth here was much faster than in a medical school or a normal hospital, but the challenges he had to accept were not the same.
Even though he felt that he had some experience, life had ups and downs, and now he was determined and clear-headed. However, he could not control the influence of his heart. Subconscious changes were happening in his subconscious that were undetectable at the level of consciousness, but they must be changing.
Now he understood what Brother Qiang said. The more inherent knowledge a person had, the heavier the shackles in their heart.
Looking at the ceiling quietly for a while, Gu Jun focused his attention on the system.
After 20 surgeries in three days, with some successes and some failures, the cultivation of the Hands of Dexterity had reached the second tier, 20000/30000, and the proficiency had increased by a total of 13000. His surgical contribution was getting higher and higher, but proficiency was like this. It rose quickly at the beginning, but it became harder and harder to increase later.
Right now, he was still short of 10000 Proficiency Points to level up to the third level. If he continued to live like this, it wouldn't take long.
After looking at the Hands of Dexterity, Gu Jun opened the list of his surgical career, scrolled down, and closed it again. These were all valuable surgical experiences, but he did not want to review them now.
He opened the mission list again. In the past three days, other than the hidden mission, he had only completed a normal mission. He had not received the reward yet.
Immediately, Gu Jun pulled the blanket over himself and received the box of 'human anti-inflammatory drugs'. It was similar to tumor-targeting drugs, nothing special. It was also packaged in aluminum foil, but there were 10 capsules in a row. There was no manual, and he could not understand the foreign language on the box. He put the box of pills into his pocket and carried it close to his body.
Then, he turned his attention to the hidden mission.
"Quest reward waiting to be received: 1 blurry and dilapidated photo, click to receive your reward."
Gu Jun tapped on it with his mind, and suddenly, a fierce and chaotic light and shadow surged into his mind out of nowhere. Although he was mentally prepared, this intensity was unprecedented. He had to hold his head that was about to explode with both hands and let out a muffled cry of pain.
At the same time, above his mind, the light and shadow gradually condensed into something that looked like a photo.
"Ah …" Gu Jun endured the pain and needed to rest for a while. This was the reward that consumed the most mental energy when he received it.
He had not clicked on it to take a closer look, but he could see from afar that it was a black and white photo. The photo paper was yellowed, mottled and blurred, and the edges were a little damaged. It looked like this photo was very old. In the photo, there were dozens of people sitting or standing in four or five rows, and all of them were facing the camera. This was a group photo.
The clothes they were wearing looked like the long mandarin jacket of the Republic of China that was sacrificed to those people in the illusion of the banyan tree.
Was this a group photo of the Lai Sheng Company? Which era was it from? Who were they?
Gu Jun looked at the dozens of people with blurred faces, and a sense of nervousness tugged at his heart. Would there be the figures of his parents in the group photo?
He paid attention to the background of the photo. It seemed to be in front of a giant tree on the shore of the sea. The sea was very dark, and the roots of the tree were intertwined. Every branch of the tree was twisted and distorted. It was a banyan tree again.
After pausing for a while, he finally clicked on it and opened the black and white photo and enlarged it.
Gu Jun glanced at it, and instantly, a bolt of lightning exploded in his heart. His eyes widened, and there was only a blur.
The dozens of people in the photo, whether tall or short, strong or thin, old or young, all had the same face, the face of the withered man.
Although the shape of their faces was slightly different, it was just a different state under the same set of facial features. They were all very haggard, and their cheeks were sunken. Some were so thin that even their eye sockets were sunken, like skeletons. But they all had the same face!
"…" Gu Jun looked at this photo with a heavy heart. This situation was not any of his previous assumptions.
Why is this happening? Is this a computer group photo? No, there was an indescribable manic feeling that told him that it was not …
Mask? That is not a mask. Surgery? Another thought suddenly popped up in his heart. Did these people all have facial plastic surgery to make themselves look like this? He looked at them, but it did not seem like it. These faces were very coordinated, and the strangeness that they revealed was only coldness. There was no abnormality.
Why? He looked at them and felt like they were also looking at him. He counted, 52 people.
From among them, Gu Jun recognized the man in the red shirt in the illusion of sacrificing the banyan tree. The proportion of the facial features was exactly the same. The other 51 people were probably the men in black who were kneeling around the banyan tree.
In that case … the 'receptionist' was not the man in the red shirt, nor was it any of the people in the photo, but someone else.
Gu Jun thought about it, and the strange words of the 'receptionist' appeared in his mind. "I am an unimportant person, easy to deal with, someone that you can see. Unlike those that you can't see. "Now that he thought about it, the man's tone was filled with pride and mockery.
Because even if he could see them, he could not recognize who was who.
Then was the withered man in his hazy memory that he had seen many times over the years really the same person?
"Lai Sheng Company, Lai Sheng …" Gu Jun murmured a few times. "What is the meaning of this name?"
He had thought about this question many times, but he could not be sure. Lai was a plant, a wild vegetable often eaten by the poor in ancient times. That was what the dictionary said.
But now that he looked at this photo, Gu Jun had an idea that gradually became clear. "What if 'Lai Sheng' is just a borrowed sound? Is it actually 'Afterlife'? "
This life, the next life, the next life … The life of that man was the incarnation of each of them.
Everyone was the same person, just like how the Malformed Banyan would integrate everyone and all living beings into one life.
"Afterlife Cult?" Gu Jun suddenly murmured this name. The manic feeling in his heart became more and more intense, and there seemed to be something churning in the depths of his subconscious.
These people from the Afterlife Cult sought power from the sea and summoned the unknown from the banyan tree … What were they after? Was it immortality?
Gu Jun felt like he was a lone boat in the middle of a vast ocean. He tried his best to find the shore. Finally, he saw the faint glow of a lighthouse in the distance. He seemed to have found the right direction. He drove towards it, but all he could see was an endless fog.
He looked at this photo for a long time before he closed it. There was still a determination in his eyes.
"I have to find a way to trigger the illusion of this photo. What is the truth? I must find out."
Gu Jun made up his mind and closed his eyes to sleep. Only by resting his spirit could he deal with the unknown. He adjusted his breathing, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and tried to sleep … The bedroom was silent. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have fallen into a dream, as if …
He heard a mysterious whisper, incomprehensible, sometimes high and sometimes low … He seemed to be walking on a muddy road towards a big banyan tree …
The whisper became louder and louder, resounding through the world. At this time, he could suddenly understand.
"I am the Son of Misfortune. You know, you are filthy things, you are ignorant things, you are lowly things …"
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