Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 430 Maintaining One's Dignity in the Face of Death
When Jiang Rou looked up at Wu Wang on the ruins and Shangguan He slumped on the ground, she also noticed that the sky seemed to be more gloomy than usual.

The stars that are usually visible when you look up are completely obscured by thick, dark clouds.

It felt as if a storm might come down at any moment and engulf this isolated island.

This is the first time such depressing weather has occurred since Happiness Island became happy.

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The sea breeze at night carries not only a slightly fishy and sweet smell, but also a chill that makes people shiver.

But on this island of happiness, which should be spring-like all year round, Shangguan He has lived for many years.

It was the first time I had felt the chill of the sea breeze.

Wow, it's this cold...

He looked down at the scalpel lying next to the chair.

The blade's graceful curves contrasted sharply with the charred chair beside it.

However, I don't know why.

Shangguan He had a strange feeling that the scalpel was even more dilapidated than the chair.

His voice was trembling.

Without even looking at Wu Wang, she said as if talking to herself, "Dr. Yan, do you know?"

"People always say that the death of a crab is a very magical process."

"Because their bodies rotted before they died."

At this point, Shangguan He sighed.

Looking at himself slumped down, he saw his white coat casually spread out on the ashes-covered ruins.

This has resulted in the hem of the garment being covered in gray and black, contrasting sharply with the pure white color.

He said with a wry smile, "Tell me, don't I look like a dying crab right now?"

"Although it appears to be alive, it is actually already corrupt inside and is on the verge of death."

After saying that, his expression became even more somber.

His tone became somewhat dejected as he said, "Or rather, I was already dead, but [Supreme Blessing] is keeping this body of mine to carry out what it believes to be the right mission."

At this moment, Shangguan He had lost all the vigor and composure he once possessed as the deputy chief physician of the [Aomei Clinic].

Even though his appearance did not change.

However, it already gives people the impression of being very old.

His spirits had already dissipated.

The moment I understood why Pang Jie had gone to such extremes, I completely broke down.

Even at this moment, he no longer addressed Wu Wang by his given name, nor did he address him as "sir" out of politeness.

Instead, it was a doctor—Dr. Yan.

Perhaps in Shangguan He's eyes, that seemingly terrifying demon draped in blood was more like a good doctor than himself.

Wu bent down and picked up the scalpel from the ground.

Let the small, exquisite blade dance between your fingers like a sprite.

As a pervert who has cut himself open countless times, he is naturally very familiar with this thing.

But the next second, Wu Wang still shoved it into Shangguan He's hand.

Seeing the other person's completely bewildered expression.

He flicked the sword [Xiaochuan] in his hand, producing a clear and melodious sword ringing sound, and said, "Forget it, this thing is more suitable for me. I'm not a real doctor."

"I don't really enjoy healing others; I prefer seeing them break down because it's so much fun. Like you said, I'm a devil."

He then walked to the edge of the ruins and jumped off.

He landed next to Jiang Rou and the others, and asked them about the situation inside the [Ome Clinic].

Especially when talking about the boy with leukemia, Wu Wang laughed and said that he would go and beat him up again later to make up for the boy's regret of not being beaten by his parents much during his childhood.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the [Ome Clinic].

Watching the four of them walk further and further away.

Standing on the ruins, looking somewhat disheveled, Shangguan He called out, "Dr. Yan! Don't you have anything else you want to say to me?"

There is no doubt that I lost this debate.

And they lost quite decisively.

Because the other party didn't even try to prove the validity of the suffering.

Happiness then crumbles on its own.

As a loser, he deserves to be punished.

But he just left, without looking back, as if this debate on beliefs was just, as he said, something to do for fun.

How could Shangguan He accept this?
However, Shangguan He's voice came from behind.

Wu Wang did not turn around, but said quickly and loudly:
"Oh! There really is! I mean—you're wrong again!"

"Actually, the saying that crabs rot before they die is not accurate. It's just that crabs contain very active autolytic enzymes, and arthropods have open-tubular blood circulation. The inefficiency of the circulatory system means that when lesions or microbial infections occur in some limbs or organs, the spread rate is also very slow."

"Therefore, at the moment a crab dies, its cell structure begins to disintegrate, and autolytic enzymes lose control and quickly begin to decompose the crab's own proteins and tissues. The hard shell has a relatively closed internal space, and the bacteria that grow during the autolysis process, along with the gases and metabolic waste produced by putrefaction, cannot be effectively expelled, which accelerates the deterioration and spoilage of the internal environment."

"That's why it looks like it's still dying, but its insides have already started to rot."

"In essence, the truth about crabs rotting before dying is simply that they decompose and spoil faster than other species after they die."

"Death is death, life is life."

"Dr. Shangguan, you haven't been a loser much, have you? You'll get used to it; it's just normal for ordinary people."

After saying these words, Wu Wang's figure had already disappeared around the corner.

Shangguan He was left alone, bewildered in the wind.

They had just left.

A deafening roar followed.

The sky, covered in dark clouds, finally unleashed a torrential downpour.

The storm was so large that it made walking outside difficult.

If the group of people hadn't all possessed extraordinary skills...

I'm afraid they won't be able to get back to the Ome Clinic smoothly.

Finally, the group arrived at the hospital gate, soaked to the bone from the storm.

Jiang Rou couldn't help but ask, "Are you really sure it's okay to just leave him there like that?"

In her view, Shangguan He was the culprit who caused all these changes.

Aren't you afraid that they'll come back and remodel Happiness Island again?

Villains die from talking too much, but don't heroes die from the same thing?
Since Yan Shuangying has won the debate,

We should completely crush them!
Last hitting is very important!
In response, Wu Wang simply said, "Just like I said, he didn't seek the process of what he needed from the outside, so the one who could truly defeat him was not me, but himself."

As he said this, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

They seemed to be anticipating what would happen next.

With a mysterious smile, Wu Wang walked through the outpatient department.

He also brought along the leukemia patient who was about to ambush him, and arrived at the hospital's office building.

With the same familiar force, he kicked open Shangguan He's office door once again.

Once again, I saw that thin figure huddled in the corner, and the room seemed to be the same as when I last came here.

It seems that Doctor Shangguan He has trapped himself in the patient's state forever on this one day.

Whether it's memories or experiences.

"It hurts...it hurts...close it! Close it now!"

This time, Wu Wang didn't close the door. He simply turned on the room light and silently watched the other person.

Faced with what appeared to be a provocative demeanor.

The patient, Shangguan He, did not appear agitated. Instead, he raised his head and breathed heavily, just like when they first met.

He looked at the strange man in blood-stained clothes in front of him and asked, "Excuse me, are you... a patient who came to me for treatment?"

Wu Wang smiled.

Make a small step aside and gesture with your hand, pointing outside in an inviting manner.

He cheerfully replied, "No, I just wanted to invite you out for a walk and to give your patients in the hospital a check-up; they haven't been doing very well lately."

That sounds a bit strange.

Especially when paired with this strange outfit, it becomes even stranger.

Shangguan He was also puzzled, but he knew his patient's condition very well.

And I don't think I've ever seen this nurse at the hospital before... Um, is he a nurse?
But he still managed to stand up and rubbed his eyes, which hadn't seen the light for a long time.

He said weakly, "Let's go, take me there."

He watched as that somewhat pale but still unmistakably Shangguan He's face walked past him.

The boy with leukemia instinctively shrank back.

His fear of the doctor was ingrained in his very bones.

But the moment the other person saw Jiang Rou outside the door.

Her pale face seemed to have regained some color.

She said with some excitement, "You're Dr. Jiang's daughter, right? You look much better than before. Has Dr. Jiang found an effective treatment?"
Then, as if relieved, she murmured to herself, "That's wonderful..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Rou's expression became slightly complicated.

Yes, the other party is the culprit that caused Happiness Island to become like this.

But his concern for himself was not fake.

At least, what I saw in the eyes of this doctor, who seemed to still be the same as before, was the same sincerity and concern for patients as always.

He's a good doctor, always has been.

The group followed Shangguan He's slightly weary and pained steps.

It took quite a while to get to the inpatient department.

When the door to that ward, filled with patients seeking death, was opened.

Standing outside, Shangguan He suddenly felt a fear that made him afraid to step inside.

Even before he had begun examining these patients.

But a gut feeling told him that there shouldn't be any living people in this room.

A near-tangible desire to die lingered in the ward.

The patient, Shangguan He, subconsciously pressed his temples.

It was as if some unpleasant memory had come to mind.

Sweating profusely, he muttered to himself:
"They...they should be discharged soon...I will heal them..."

Seeing his pained expression.

The others did not step forward to disturb them, but simply watched from the sidelines.

Until a hand swept past Wu Wang and patted heavily on the shoulder of the patient, Shangguan He.

And he said earnestly, "Give up. You can't save everyone. Perhaps death is the best outcome for them."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him.

What met my eyes was a face filled with disappointment, as pale as a small boat teetering on the brink of capsizing in a raging storm.

The scalpel he was holding was trembling slightly.

The crystal-clear liquid that flowed down her cheeks was hard to distinguish as it passed the corner of her eye, whether it was tears or rain.

He spoke to the patient, Shangguan He.

It's like a person standing in front of a mirror and talking to themselves.

Doctor Shangguan He is back.

This was the first time he had directly communicated with himself regarding the patient's condition.

Even when faced with the surprised expression on her face when she turned around.

He didn't offer much explanation.

Instead, he continued, "We are always racking our brains to figure out how to overcome all diseases and suffering. This is the best way for doctors to realize their self-worth."

"But we forgot one thing—humans cannot live forever."

"Death is an inevitable end, and the regret and pain brought by separation and death are unavoidable. Conquering disease does not mean that we should go against the laws of nature."

Having said that, he slowly placed the scalpel that Wu had handed back to him before his death into the hand of another version of himself.

He maintained a calm expression as he spoke:

"Shangguan He, let me ask you, what would you do if one day you found out that you had done something wrong?"

The patient, Shangguan He, who had just received the scalpel, was still somewhat bewildered.

But then he looked at this guy who looked exactly like him, but whose temperament was completely different, and asked him a question.

He pondered for a moment.

Answer firmly: "Make amends for my mistakes, and if that's not possible, then do the right thing."

To make up for mistakes and do the right thing?
Doctor Shangguan He lowered his head and gave a bitter smile.

Yes, I don't even know what decisions I should make now, and I have to ask my past self when I was sick.

Perhaps, from the moment one receives [the ultimate bliss].

I have already strayed from my original intention.

Hiding one's unhealthy state in the office, afraid of being seen by others, isn't that just a cover-up?

It turns out that his illness had not been cured at all.

After a moment of contemplation, Shangguan He said in a hoarse voice, "Dr. Yan, I've made up my mind."

Before he could even explain what decision he had made...

Wu Wang interrupted, "Are you really sure? Actually, you have two choices right now—"

"You can try to accept the miracle of suffering again, and find a balance between bliss and pain. This might also bring relief to the patients in the hospital."

"Otherwise, you'll only have one choice..."

But similarly, before Wu Wang could finish speaking...

Shangguan He also interrupted:
Thank you for your suggestion.

"But please don't give me any more hope. I might really back down and just eke out a living under the guise of making amends."

"Please let me retain the last bit of dignity that belongs to me in the face of death."

Having said that, he no longer hesitated.

He stepped forward and embraced the patient, Shangguan He.

It's like embracing and acknowledging your past self.

In an instant, only Shangguan He remained in the corridor.

When they become one.

The [Supreme Blessing] on his body was completely abandoned.

He also did not choose the "Miracle of Suffering".

The late-stage cancer, which had been cured and disappeared for several years, surged back like a tidal wave, accompanied by its final, excruciating pain.

He became an ordinary person again.

However, Shangguan He did not collapse directly due to illness.

Instead, he forced himself to endure the pain that he had explicitly stated was something humans could not overcome with willpower, and walked into the ward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Looking at one of the empty beds in the ward, there was no patient information posted on it.

He slowly lay down.

Just a few short steps.

But it took Shangguan He several years, or even a lifetime.

Every step forward seemed so difficult and painful to everyone else, yet it was also so firm and powerful, even bringing a sense of relief and ease.

Even though he already knew that what he was about to face was the death he had long feared.

The moment I lay down on the bed.

But a smile remained on his face the whole time.

"Thank you, Dr. Yan."

"I can finally... get some rest..."

"It's dawn... don't wake me up... let me sleep a little longer..."

Just then, the sky outside seemed less gloomy.

The thick, dark clouds that had been gathering over Happiness Island dissipated.

It fully reveals the dazzling starry sky.

Even though it was still late at night, it gave everyone a strange feeling—

Its daybreak.

(End of this chapter)