Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 412 Does being a good person mean having a gun pointed at you?

Wu Wang didn't say anything.

He simply stood up and placed his hands on the desk.

He then slammed his fist on the corner of the table.

He slowly raised his hand and saw the tiny bit of blood spreading across his fist.

This is not the blood of Wu Wang.

That amount of force wasn't enough to break his skin.

His gaze also fell on the patient Shangguan He's hand, where a bandage was wrapped around it and some redness had spread, obviously it had only been tied on for a few minutes, and even the bleeding from the wound had not been stopped properly.

As a doctor, this was a very poor bandaging, especially since it was his own wound.

"You went inside, then flew into a rage and slammed the table a few times."

He went into the drawer and rummaged through something.

As he spoke, Wu Wang stood beside the patient, Shangguan He.

I glanced at the documents and certificates scattered all over the floor.

He bent down, picked up a copy, and read its contents aloud.

"A 27-year-old medical doctor, who joined the island as the deputy chief physician at the [Ome Clinic] at the age of 33, previously worked at one of the top-tier tertiary hospitals in the country, and also received numerous invitations and offers from leading medical research institutions abroad..."

"Friend, your resume is really impressive."

The documents and certificates on the ground are all signed by Shangguan He.

Certificates of all sizes, some Wu Wang had heard of, and some he had never heard of.

This is enough to show how spirited and ambitious Shangguan He was in his youth.

From a medical student...

Oh no, I should say from the perspective of any achievement.

Shangguan He is an exceptionally outstanding person.

They are the kind of people who have made great strides since they started school, and are poised to reach the pinnacle of life and become promising talents in high society.

In the real world, she would be a rising star in the medical field, attracting considerable attention.

Hearing Wu Wang recite his achievements.

A glint seemed to appear in Shangguan He's eyes as well, after all, the pride and sense of accomplishment he once felt could not be erased.

But then his eyes dimmed again.

He gave a self-deprecating wry smile and said, "What's the point of having a flashy resume?"

"I'm not a complete failure as a person."

“My former colleagues disliked me because I never generated revenue for the department. I felt that if there was a cheaper medicine available, we should use the cheaper one, and there was no need for patients to spend an extra penny. The department head would talk to me all day long and always assign me the night shift to express his dissatisfaction.”

"The patients hate me too. They think that curing my illness is my duty, and I must do it well. If I can't achieve a medical miracle, it's all my fault! I should just fucking die!"

"But I'm not a god! I can't cure every disease!"

Shangguan He's tone grew increasingly angry as he spoke.

He even couldn't help but slam the table twice.

This caused the already unbandaged wound to burst open again, causing even more blood to flow out.

He finally let out a heavy sigh.

He slumped into the chair like a deflated balloon, letting his body relax and staring blankly at the white ceiling.

Wu Wang looked at the other party's attitude, which seemed to be giving up on himself.

He pulled out another thick stack of slips of paper from the drawer.

These strips of paper varied in size; some were torn from notebooks, some were A4 paper used in offices, and some were simply strips torn from some unknown small advertisement, with even traces of the advertisement on the back.

Without exception, almost all of them had the amount and name written on them, and a very few even had fingerprints on them.

"Dr. Shangguan He lent me, Chen Zhongyan, 5000 yuan..."

"On [Date], Li Yi borrowed 10,000 yuan from Shangguan He..."

"Zhang Er owes Dr. Shangguan He eight thousand yuan..."

"..."

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is this?"

Shangguan He, whose eyes were vacant, turned his head and glanced at it.

He let out an even more disdainful, self-deprecating laugh.

"Oh, wasn't it written very clearly? It's an IOU. And this gentleman... um... what's your name?"

"My surname is Yan, you can just call me Dr. Yan."

After hearing Wu Wang's perfunctory self-introduction.

Shangguan He continued, "Dr. Yan, I don't know if you worked in a hospital outside the island before you came here."

"In hospitals these days, if you don't have money, they'll just remove the needles or stop the medication if necessary, without any reasoning."

"But not every patient knows how serious their condition is or how much it will cost to cure it before they come to the hospital."

"From the time I first entered the profession, through my internship, to my time practicing medicine, I have always wanted to be a good doctor."

“Many people say they don’t have the money at home, so I help them out. After all, it’s a matter of life and death, and doctors have a compassionate heart…”

When it comes to the last four words, "the benevolence of a doctor,"...

A self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on Shangguan He's lips again, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

Wu Wang also weighed the IOU in his hand.

Obviously, if the person who owed the money had paid it back, there wouldn't be an IOU left here.

He had just glanced at it briefly, and the earliest IOU was probably nearly ten years old.

The smaller ones cost a few hundred yuan, while the larger ones can even cost tens of thousands of yuan.

As the saying goes, money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to swallow.

These IOUs add up to a considerable sum, and even for an excellent doctor like Shangguan He, it doesn't mean he can just casually produce them.

As he himself said, he wanted to be a good doctor.

Doctors are supposed to have a benevolent heart...

"Don't bother calculating it. I've done the math myself. All these IOUs and the money I transferred directly without IOUs, add up to about five or six hundred thousand."

The patient, lying in the chair, said in a low voice, "But do you know how much money has been repaid over the years?"

Wu Wang did not answer; he knew that Shangguan He did not need him to guess a number.

This is a rhetorical question, not an interrogative question.

A moment later, Shangguan He gritted his teeth and said, "Not even 30,000..."

“It’s not that I’m really short of money, but do you know that feeling where every patient holds my hand, trembling, and says, ‘Thank you,’ ‘You’re a good person,’ ‘I’ll definitely pay you back when I have the money,’ and then writes an IOU, and then after being discharged from the hospital, everyone seems to have tacitly agreed to disappear without a trace?”

"I feel like a fool, lending out all sorts of unanswered questions, yet I keep going down this path."

"Speaking of money, I've even sponsored several children in impoverished mountain areas..."

"It's a pity I won't be able to see them go to university. I can only advise them not to study medicine, at least not to become a good doctor like me... Am I a good doctor?"

His final question left Wu Wang speechless for a moment.

If everything Shangguan He said is true, then he is undoubtedly a good doctor; at least Wu Wang has never met such a good doctor in reality.

Wu Wang stood up and looked around.

This place is just like Jiang Sze's residence, with books everywhere.

The difference is that, although Jiang Sze's side looks messy, at least each book is stacked neatly.

Shangguan He's office was littered with trash, as if he had knocked it all off the bookshelves in a fit of rage.

"Later, you got sick, right?"

Instead of answering the question above, Wu Wang posed another question: "Although the entire office looks as miserable as a girl who has been raped, a closer look reveals that the water cups and computers on the table have not been damaged."

"The only things you vent on are the medical books on your bookshelf."

"As an excellent doctor, you vent your emotions on medical books, as if you want to find answers but are powerless to do so and therefore become furious. Obviously, you are sick, and it is an incurable disease, right?" Shangguan He slowly straightened his head, which had been looking up at the ceiling.

Take two deep breaths with your eyes closed.

Finally, trying to maintain his composure, he said, his hands still trembling uncontrollably:

"Yes, it's cancer, upper epidermal squamous cell carcinoma, and it has metastasized to the lungs and liver."

"Cancer is something that anyone with even a little medical knowledge knows very well how painful it is."

"Not to mention that I happen to be a doctor who specializes in this area."

"If I didn't understand, I might be more at ease, but it's precisely because I understand so much that every case I've witnessed and every moment in my research has deeply reminded me of the kind of pain that humans cannot overcome with willpower."

Shangguan He's gaze toward Wu Wang became somewhat vacant.

Her tone turned desperate: "Dr. Yan, I'm not afraid to die."

“Really, I’m not kidding. I’ve witnessed too many life and death separations. Even though I’m only 36 years old this year, I have truly seen through life and death. Death is not a monster to me.”

He paused briefly at this point.

He looked at the medical books scattered on the ground with a complicated expression.

Then he continued, "Pain is..."

“This kind of death is too painful. I have seen cancer patients commit suicide more than once. The pain is indescribable. In the final stage, living is even more desperate than dying.”

“I had just finished radiotherapy not long ago, and my body had a very strong reaction. My respiratory tract and pulmonary tubes were basically exposed and damaged. Under such circumstances, there was a patient whose surgery I was the only one in the hospital who could perform. I forced myself to perform the surgery for several hours.”

"After the procedure, I went out and privately kept vomiting blood. I could feel my body gradually no longer belonging to me."

After saying that, Shangguan He wiped his pockets.

It seems that I want to smoke a cigarette when I'm feeling down.

But the next second he remembered that he didn't smoke at all, so naturally there were no cigarettes or lighters in his pocket.

All I could do was sigh.

"Dr. Yan, do you know what's most hateful?"

"It was after I finished that surgery that I visited that patient in the ward, and he was burning incense and praying to Buddha."

"He is a lama, and he is thanking Buddha for giving him a new life."

"I suppressed my temper and went up to talk to him."

“During the conversation, I mentioned my current situation to him, but he said something that completely shattered me.”

He said, "Dr. Shangguan, you have actually done nothing in your life, so it is as if you have wasted your life."

“I said, ‘I have saved many lives.’”

He said, "You are saving people who were supposed to live."

"Do you understand? At that moment, I broke down."

"For the first time, the thought of hatred even burst into my mind. The resentment in my heart was like a flood that could not be contained. I even started to hate everyone around me. I hated every healthy person I saw."

Shangguan He became more and more excited as he spoke, and even clenched his fist again, making Wu Wang feel a little sorry for the table.

However, after squeezing and twisting his fist, he still didn't smash the table.

It was at this moment that Wu Wang spoke up.

"But when I came in, you still assumed I was a patient and sat behind your desk to ask me about my symptoms, didn't you?"

These words sent a shiver down Shangguan He's spine.

He looked at his bandaged hand.

He sighed and said, "Yes, because I am a doctor, it is my responsibility."

"Although hatred is inevitable, I still sincerely hope that every patient I see can be healthy."

"I hope everyone can live a happy life."

After hearing about Shangguan He's story.

Wu Wang fell silent.

This excellent doctor is a good person.

He is a good person no matter how you look at it.

Unfortunately, good people do not live long.

Good people get guns pointed at them.

In the hospital, he was ostracized by his colleagues and the head of the department, and then betrayed by patients who should have been kind to him. Finally, he was tormented by the world in the most painful way.

He was a doctor, so he should be killed by the disease he knew best and understood best.

This made it impossible for him to even entertain the thought of praying for a medical miracle or seeking help from Buddha or other deities.

Because he is a doctor.

He knew very well that there were no miracles in medicine.

In that instant, Wu Wang felt that he might have guessed why things had developed to this point.

Because in front of a doctor who doesn't believe in miracles.

A certain venerable one performed His miracle.

[Supreme Bliss] made Shangguan He realize—

He has the power to change this tragedy.

He can help Shangguan He recover from the pain of illness, He can heal the patients in the hospital, and He can make the entire island a place of happiness.

However, what Shangguan He didn't know was that this ability to change everything would inevitably come at a price he couldn't afford.

Since "bliss" was born as the opposite of "suffering".

Then His suffering must be no better than that.

Considering the situation in the town of Aiguy back then, we can see from their "Miracle of Suffering" that no miracle can be achieved easily.

Even with such a large number of people and such devout "miracles of suffering".

Didn't the town of Aiguy still end up destroyed?

In the end, all that was left was a nun endlessly looping in her suffering, weeping in the church.

What kind of "happiness" will the "bliss" on this island ultimately bring?

Just as Wu Wang was about to discuss the current situation on the island with the patient, Shangguan He.

And while trying to get him to reveal how to obtain the miracle of "Bliss".

The door behind Wu Wang rang.

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