Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

"We have professional stretchers and protective measures; any later and it will be too late!"

The special police urged them on, and two medical personnel quickly secured Lu Yu's body and worked together with the special police to lift the mobile stretcher.

"Hang in there, Xiaoyu! You'll be safe soon!"

Before Lin Hui could finish speaking, the special police urged her to evacuate first. Lu Jianming supported her, his gaze fixed on his son's pale face on the stretcher behind him. He staggered but couldn't stop, swept along by the crowd towards the emergency exit.

The evacuating crowd surged through the passageway like a tidal wave, a cacophony of cries, footsteps, and the clanging of equipment.

In the chaos, a young woman in a light blue nurse's uniform suddenly stopped and said urgently to her colleague, "I forgot my phone in the treatment room. My family can't contact me, and they're probably even more worried. You go with the group, I'll get it and catch up right away!"

My colleague stamped his foot in frustration: "It's about to explode! Who cares about the phone now!"

She rushed into the storeroom at the end of the corridor. The shelves were piled with cleaning tools and spare supplies. The girl bent down and rummaged through the bottom shelf for a moment, then pulled out a black waterproof bag, unzipped it, and inside were eight syringes and a set of keys neatly arranged.

Four of them glowed with a pale green light, and four were almost transparent. Only when they were turned under the light could a faint blue light be seen. The light was warm and pure. If Lu Yu were present, he would definitely recognize that it was filled with the unique aura of Liu Jing's purification path.

The girl quickly stuffed the syringe and key into her nurse's uniform pocket, turned around and headed straight for a ward deep inside the intensive care unit, locking all the fire doors along the way.

The hospital room door was ajar, and she pushed it open and entered. The scene inside was inexplicably eerie:

The bed closest to the door held a boy who looked to be less than ten years old. Behind him, on the three beds, lay three robust adult men. All four had their eyes closed, their chests flat and still, and the connected life monitoring screens were completely flat, showing no signs of life. Yet, their fingertips would occasionally twitch slightly, and their skin glowed with an eerie, almost ethereal light.

What's even more chilling is that there are faint, dark purple lines writhing beneath their skin. The patterns of these lines bear a resemblance to the Dao Mark of the Guardians, but appear even more sinister.

The girl took a deep breath, pulled a syringe from her pocket, unscrewed the pale green one, and injected it into the boy's vein without hesitation. The moment the medicine was injected, the dark purple lines under the boy's skin churned violently, as if in resistance, but quickly subsided under the effect of the pale green medicine.

Then, she took out the transparent syringe that glowed with a faint blue light and injected it into the boy's body again. This time, the signs of becoming ethereal faded at a visible speed, and the wriggling under his skin stopped completely. However, the life monitor remained flat, and the boy's chest did not rise or fall.

She followed suit, injecting two vials into each of the three adult men. Without exception, the eerie symptoms of their ethereal transformation subsided, but the four men remained lifeless and completely still, clearly dead.

The girl stared at the monitor for a long time, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Leaving the intensive care unit, she took out her key to unlock the fire door. But as soon as she applied pressure, a crisp "click" rang out, and the key broke in half, one half wedged into the keyhole, the other half clutched in her hand.

"No!"

The girl's face turned deathly pale, but she couldn't pull the part stuck in the keyhole. She lunged at the fire door, pounding on it with both hands and shouting, "Is anyone there? Open the door! Someone help me open the door!"

Only deathly silence answered her.

The evacuation outside was nearing its end, and the once noisy corridor was now empty, with only the green light of the emergency lights casting eerie shadows on the ground.

No one noticed the locked fire door, and no one remembered that behind it were several unsearched wards and a trapped nurse.

The girl's cries grew increasingly desperate, her pounding on the door weakened, and tears streamed down her face. Just then, a violent tremor suddenly came from the wall, followed by a deafening crash—

"Boom!"

The flames instantly shattered the hospital's glass doors, and thick smoke carrying rubble and debris shot into the sky. The entire building shook violently, huge cracks appeared in the walls, and the chandelier on the ceiling crashed down, scattering fragments on the ground.

The hospital exploded!

The shockwave from the explosion swept across the surrounding area, and the evacuating crowd on the open ground outside the courtyard instantly descended into greater panic, with screams and cries rising and falling.

Lu Jianming and Lin Hui were knocked to the ground by the shockwave. The first thing they did after getting up was to turn around and look for Lu Yu. However, when they looked around, the special police and medical staff who had been carrying the stretcher had been scattered by the chaotic crowd, and the stretcher was nowhere to be found.

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!"

Lin Hui frantically weaved through the crowd, grabbing any medical worker she could find and asking them questions, only to be met with blank shakes of the head. Lu Jianming's eyes also reddened as he roared his son's name, his gaze sweeping across the panicked faces, but he still couldn't spot that familiar figure.

The two men stumbled through the thick smoke and crowd like headless flies, as despair overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

The cordon was quickly put up again, and firefighters rushed into the burning hospital building amidst thick smoke, the sound of water jets mingling with the roar of the collapsing building.

Several police investigators walked quickly to the duty officer, their expressions serious.

The on-duty hospital director was deathly pale, his voice trembling with shock: "Officer, our hospital is no different from any other day! The only unusual thing is that we received four critically ill patients with bizarre symptoms last night, so we urgently contacted several nationally renowned experts from different hospitals for consultation..."

He hesitated for a moment, a hint of speculation flashing in his eyes: "Could it be... could it be that someone wants to assassinate one of the experts? Those experts are all top figures in their respective fields; maybe they've offended someone..."

The investigators frowned as they took notes, neither confirming nor denying anything, but simply asking the dean to provide a list of experts and their contact information.

Unnoticed by anyone, at the edge of the crowd outside the hospital, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat gazed at the burning hospital building, his eyes showing no concern. He quietly slipped out of the crowd, changed into a jacket he had prepared beforehand, mingled with passersby, and discreetly left the scene.

Nearby, a young policeman leaned against a police car door, one hand in his pocket, his fingers rapidly tapping on his phone screen. His gaze seemed fixed on the direction of the explosion, but he was actually secretly observing the crowd's movements. After sending the message, he deleted the chat history and nonchalantly turned to join the team maintaining order, as if nothing had happened.

In the chaos, Lu Jianming finally grabbed the SWAT officers who had been carrying the stretcher, his voice hoarse with urgency: "Where's my son? Where's that stretcher you were carrying? Where did my son go?"

The SWAT officer's face was full of apology and confusion: "The crowd was too chaotic just now, and the stretcher was scattered, but we've already evacuated..."

"How could you lose him!" Lin Hui rushed forward and grabbed the SWAT officer's arm, completely breaking down in tears, crying out, "He's still bleeding! How could you lose him!"

The special police officer tried to explain, but was interrupted by more family members who surrounded him to ask about the situation.

Lu Jianming supported his distraught wife, gazing at the burning hospital and the chaotic crowd. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Their son, Lu Yu, disappeared completely in the chaos caused by the explosion.