Healing Doctor

Chapter 277 Gods Fight

Ji Xiang didn't speak, but stared intently at the patient, his eyes unblinking.

Instead of backing down, Director Bai stepped forward and grabbed a handful of the patient's body.

There was nothing there, just air.

However, it seemed that the movement of the being in the void was interrupted by Director Bai. The patient struggled for a few moments and then returned to "normal".

Director Liu pulled Director Bai aside; he seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Director Bai, having not encountered anything, stood in front of the patient, frowning and deep in thought.

However, even though there was nothing "there," the blue sterile drape on the patient's body once again formed a tent.

Twenty seconds later, the same thing happened again.

But this time was different from the last; the liquid that sprayed out was more like blood.

Director Bai sighed deeply, staring blankly at the mess on the ground, looking very distressed.

A well-trained and highly skilled clinician would not ponder supernatural beliefs.

but!

The patient's condition occurred right under his nose, yet he had no idea what was going on. This undoubtedly made Director Bai feel utterly useless.

In addition, there is also writing about the fear of feeling guilty.

The ECG monitor beeped steadily, with a calm sound. Except for peak periods, the heart rate was stable, blood oxygen saturation was good, and the ECG was regular.

If you only look at the electrocardiogram monitoring, Director Bai believes the patient has no problems at all.

He silently watched the electrocardiogram monitor. The end of time seemed like a black hole, filled with the stench of blood and the lives of patients.

As a doctor, he knew nothing and lacked even the most basic judgment.

Having witnessed the patient's condition firsthand, Ji Xiang suddenly had a bold idea—to empathize with the patient.

However, the system NPC directly rejected Ji Xiang's request.

No matter what Ji Xiang said, the system NPC disagreed. His reason was that empathy is a data-driven and concrete representation of memory fragments, and there was no similar model in the database.

Despite Ji Xiang's persistent pleading, the system NPC gave him no chance and kicked him out.

Looking at the patient, Ji Xiang was just as distressed as Director Bai.

Even external help couldn't save the patient... this is definitely a death sentence.

No wonder the system gave him that task. Ji Xiang glared at the task bar with resentment, as the system hadn't given him any hints.

A series of chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Director Bai narrowed his eyes slightly. "Director Liu, stay here and watch over the patient."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

"Dean Sun!" came Director Bai's voice.

Director Liu took a few steps forward, stood in front of the patient, and whispered to Ji Xiang, "I guess it's the patient's family. They have a lot of influence. Dean Sun came with his family. Just stand aside and watch. If you can avoid making a move, then don't."

"Well……"

"These kinds of people are troublesome, and if there's even a slight problem... Xiao Ji, do you think it's haunted?" Director Liu asked, suppressing his fear, a question that didn't sound like a doctor's.

"I don't think so," Ji Xiang replied.

Director Liu didn't speak, he just stared blankly at the patient.

No?

The patient's repeated episodes of congestion, gushing blood, crimson discoloration, and eerie laughter were completely inexplicable to Director Liu.

Over the years of clinical work, Director Liu has experienced countless battles and has never encountered a single urological disease or patient's symptoms.

The footsteps grew closer, and the noise outside gradually subsided, like the tide receding.

Two young men in suits opened the door to the emergency room, and a man in his fifties, with a ruddy complexion, strode in.

Director Bai and Dean Sun followed behind, looking completely bewildered. Beside them was a middle-aged woman who was crying uncontrollably; she appeared to be the patient's mother.

"Let me give it a try." The robust old man, his face ruddy, spoke in a booming voice as he stepped forward and placed his hand directly on the patient's arm.

Director Liu pushed back, and casually pulled Ji Xiang away, trying to keep his steps away from the patient as inconspicuously as possible.

Ji Xiang insisted on staying in front, but Director Liu's voice was very low, "Be careful, when gods fight, mortals suffer."

As he spoke, he gripped Ji Xiang's arm tightly and pulled him back.

His words conveyed a deep sense of care and concern, and Ji Xiang did not resist, following Director Liu as he retreated 4.2 meters.

Just as he regained his footing, the patient's body suddenly twisted, as if someone were pulling his hair and kicking his back with their feet.

"Hmm?" The ruddy-faced old man was surprised. He did not make a move, but closed his eyes and concentrated, raising his hands.

Ji Xiang vaguely sensed a surge of air currents; the old man seemed to have something to say.

"Master, please save my son..."

The woman wailed, but was immediately dragged away.

The ruddy-faced old man didn't move; his hands were frozen in mid-air, looking slightly bewildered.

But that nameless being was extremely arrogant, more arrogant than ever before.

Ji Xiang keenly noticed that the patient was frowning, with the corners of his mouth turned down, and a "bitter smile" on his face.

That familiar expression!

Ji Xiang's heart tightened.

The patient's expression was stiff, as if it wasn't him "laughing," but rather another being leaning on him, challenging the ruddy-faced old man.

Is this what they call a battle of gods?

Ji Xiang focused his mind, but the old man did not move at all. He seemed to be petrified, completely lacking the demeanor of someone who was exorcising demons that Ji Xiang had in mind.

however!

next second!

The patient raised his arm.

An unseen force struck his arm.

click

A crisp sound

Left forearm deformity, radius and ulna fracture!

"Oh my god!" Ji Xiang exclaimed in shock.

What he held dear was shaken in that instant.

He watched helplessly as, apart from the ruddy-faced old man whose hands were suspended in mid-air,

absolute!

absolute!!

absolute!!!

Nobody touched the patient at all!!!

But his radius and ulna were broken.

Director Liu, who was standing next to Ji Xiang, suddenly collapsed, and Ji Xiang quickly helped him up.

Director Liu pointed at the patient, unable to utter a single word.

The patient's mother witnessed this scene and immediately fainted.

The temperature in the emergency room seemed to drop by 5 degrees Celsius instantly, and even Ji Xiang felt a bone-chilling cold.

The cold beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor began to fill with noise, transmitting data about the changes in the patient's condition to everyone present.

What on earth happened?!

No one knew, Ji Xiang stared blankly at the patient, feeling lost.

One minute later, the amount of bloody fluid spurting out by the patient decreased, but the color became more concentrated.

Everything indicated that things were sliding into the most irrecoverable abyss.

The patient calmed down, as if nothing had happened, except for the deformed fracture of the radius and ulna in his left hand, which spoke of the eerie horror that had just occurred.

"Master Dong." A middle-aged man, disregarding his fear, approached the ruddy-faced old man.

"Strange, I don't sense any demons." The ruddy-faced old man said in confusion.

The deformity of the patient's radius and ulna fractures seemed to mock him silently.

Right there,

Not far,

Not close,

Within reach

Yet it is far away, on the horizon.

(End of this chapter)