Rhodes Island does not exist.

Although the doctor is currently too far away from the pillar to see the details clearly, he cannot.

But he knew that there must be something there that was extremely important to the eighth floor.

So he took a step forward, leaving all those pristine past experiences behind, and headed toward that one and only pillar.

After all, these hospital beds belonged to his past, scenes he had seen countless times on Rhodes Island, but that pillar was the present and future created by this Rhodes Island, something he had never seen before.

Therefore, it's better to focus on the magnificent future rather than dwelling on past grievances.

"What a beautiful square pillar."

He felt a surge of emotion, and at the same time, his pace unconsciously quickened.

Countless white beds were thrown behind him, disappearing into the white expanse. The Doctor, holding a pickaxe, slowly moved along the central axis leading to the central pillar, dividing the beds on both sides into a white sea like Moses, and then passing through the dried-up gaps in the sea.

During this process, all ambient noise on the eighth floor seemed to disappear.

The already silent beds made no sound, and the doctor himself was as focused as a professional track and field athlete, crossing the huge number of hospital beds with almost no footsteps and reaching the center line of the front half of the room.

What is the halfway point? It is the other area divided by the square pillar that sits in the middle.

It can be the south half, the north half, the left half, or the right half; in any case, there must be a half.

In short, the doctor finally stood in front of the square pillar—as the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and this pillar was no exception.

What were once small white square pillars at the entrance have now become landmark buildings that connect heaven and earth; this is what is meant by "simple yet powerful."

Of course, this refers to the pillar itself.

But jokes aside, what this square pillar brought to the doctor was not so simple.

"This is……"

The first thing he saw was a tightly closed door.

It was embedded in the huge pillar wall, blending into the pure white surroundings, as if it was deliberately set up this way to await discovery by later generations.

The problem is that these two doors have no handles and no way to open them.

"Wait a minute, this isn't a gate, no, no."

After realizing there was no handle, a bold guess popped into the doctor's mind.

“This isn’t a door leading inside the pillars at all; it’s an elevator connecting to Rhodes Island.” His eyes shone brightly, gleaming with a vibrant green light, and he quickly activated Originium Arts.

"That's exactly right... but it's strange."

After peering through the two doors, the doctor confirmed that his earlier assumption was correct.

But beyond that, new problems have emerged.

Because his so-called "seeing through" actually only allowed him to see a few cables behind the two large doors, and he couldn't see anything beyond that.

For example, what exactly is the pitch black area under the cable? Why is there no elevator behind these two doors? And why is it supposed to be an elevator, but in reality, there isn't even a button to open the door?

These are relatively important issues, both for the local authorities and for the PhD students.

"But maybe one day someone will take the elevator to the eighth floor and open the doors from the inside out, so I can just walk in openly and legitimately," the doctor muttered to himself, then laughed at his idea.

But let's not think about it.

Firstly, there's probably no one on Rhodes Island who knows him better than he does; secondly, even if there were a living person, he might not be able to find the entrance to the elevator.

"In that case, the investigation into this door will have to be put on hold for now." The doctor shook his head, feeling somewhat regretful.

But his regret came and went quickly.

Because besides this door that can't be opened, there were other things left for the doctor on this pillar.

"This is……?"

Moving his gaze to the right along the two locked doors, his eyes landed on a bag hanging on a pillar.

The bag's base color is white, blending in with the color of the pillar itself. Unless you look closely, you probably won't notice it at first glance.

Moreover, it's clear that the bag wasn't hung there by chance, but rather as if someone deliberately hung it there.

Another important thing is that there is a faint Rhode Island logo painted on the surface of the bag.

Although the logo had faded in color and shape over the years, the Doctor, as the commander of Rhodes Island, still recognized its original appearance.

"A bag?"

Reaching out, the doctor took the bag off, untied the thick rope sealing it, and turned his gaze towards it.

Under the bright white light on the eighth floor, the doctor saw the contents of the strange pocket—a large pile of densely packed granular objects.

"It looks like a plant seed... wait, could it be?"

This thing from the past awakened the doctor's past memories.

He recalled the farewell that had taken place in the ward on the eighth floor, and the wishes he had promised them.

"That's it, that's it."

The doctor clutched the old pocket tightly, talking to himself as he looked into the void.

Some wishes are called last wishes.

-

Thank you segment.

Thank you to Huatian Guazi Fansai Shangwoshi Nidie Muenzhiyan Shuke Jiuyao dr.jojo for the monthly ticket and the knife, thank you.

Chapter 249, Part Two Hundred and Forty-Seven: Adding Wine, Relighting the Lamps, and Resuming the Feast

The doctor gently lifted the sheets.

The white beds were serene and tidy, each bed symbolizing a tombstone.

The doctor understands this.

Even now, he is still blaming himself.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have made this decision in the first place." He gripped the bag of seeds tightly in his right hand, his head bowed slightly, and he sighed.

He remembered Kal'tsit's words.

"If you want to refuse, it's best not to agree in the first place, otherwise regretting it later will be considered a betrayal."

"Is this considered betrayal?"

he asked himself.

"If this is considered a betrayal, then I came here to betray even more thoroughly."

He answered himself.

On the journey of life, there should be no thought of regret.

Even if you regret it, what's lost can never be regained. Therefore, all the negative thoughts spent on regretting it become meaningless and only add to your own troubles.

However, what if changing one's mind is valid?

What if someone changes their mind and gets a second chance?

So what will happen?

That's right, a second chance.

"Betrayal or regret, it doesn't matter." The doctor put down the pickaxe in his other hand, then reached into his pocket and picked up a tiny seed.

"Now that I have a second chance, everything makes sense."

"If Kal'tsit would call this a betrayal, then so be it... I don't care anymore now."

With two fingers of his right hand, he dropped a seed onto the pristine white sheet.

In an instant, the seeds seemed to turn into liquid and seep into the bed, spreading a crimson hue.

"You have one face when you're with your family, but you need to have another when you're with your enemies."

He muttered to himself, staring at the bloodstain-like mark, then covered the bed with the heavy white quilt again, as if nothing had happened.

"Right now, I am not a doctor who heals the sick and saves lives, but just a doctor from Rhodes Island."

-

"call!"

The doctor sat up as if ejected, startling the nearby interlocking circuit.

"You, you're awake?" The little girl glanced at the doctor tentatively, then waved her right hand. "You fainted again while watching the video, are you alright?"

"It's alright, I'm fine." The doctor said, panting, recalling everything he had seen in his dream. A wave of emotion surged through him. "I just saw my past self again."

"Just like when you fainted last time?" Skadi asked.

“It’s exactly the same, and it even matches the progress of my activities, like watching a TV series.” The Doctor looked at Skadi and nodded. “Whenever I watch past recordings, it’s like I’m connected with my past memories.”

"Yeah."

Skadi glanced at the Doctor and nodded slightly. "Since it's so convenient, why don't you take a few more looks?"

“Actually, I was planning to do just that,” the doctor said. “And…”

"and?"

“And if all goes well, I think I might be able to regain your memories at the same time.” His eyes were fixed on Skadi, not moving an inch, filled with sincerity.

Skadi was even a little embarrassed by his sincerity.

“Is that so…but unfortunately, I haven’t lost any memories here.” Skadi looked away and shook her head. “Your concerns are unnecessary—”

"Then what is your goal? What is your mission?" the doctor pressed. "Didn't you say that you came here for a reason? If I can find out your mission by peering into the past, wouldn't that be a good thing? For both of us?"

"……it is good."

She finally chose to look the doctor in the eye.

In fact, she simply did not want to receive too much favor from the doctor, even though she had already given him enough favors.

“I will find your mission.” The doctor’s gaze was firm. “Although the memories I’ve acquired before are numerous, I can’t make any sense of them. If I can use this opportunity to find traces of the past, then I must choose to continue.”

"Then trouble you."

Skadi sighed.

She has never been good at handling such words and situations.

"Lock-up circuit." After fully understanding the situation, the doctor immediately called out the name of the lock-up circuit.

"Go on, go on, are you going to play the recording again?" The locked circuit beckoned, and a drone hovering over the screen landed between the doctor and her.

"please."

The doctor clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect towards the locked circuit.

"Pfft, hahahahaha." The way the doctor was trying so hard to close his missing little finger made her laugh.

"I know, I know." Recovering from her laughter, the closed circuit nodded. "Anyway, I've already said this before. In the first place, you were helping me out, so you can watch as many recordings as you want, really."

"Then let's continue playing from where the Doctor was just now," the Doctor said.

Then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he gave the locked circuit a slightly apologetic smile and asked, "Did the way I treated your friends in the past make you unhappy?"

"Hmm? Ah." Remembering what the Doctor was referring to, the corners of Locked Circuit's mouth turned down slightly. "I'm very unhappy, and on top of that, my friend has already been killed by the Reaper, so seeing it being bullied by you makes me even more unhappy."

"Really... I'm so sorry," the doctor apologized.

"But, but," the locked circuit snorted, "the one who hurt my friends was the old you, and the one who killed the Reaper is the current you. So, in a way, you've essentially avenged my friends! Since you've done such a good deed, what else can I say?"

"So you mean you won't be angry with me for what I did in the video?" the doctor asked cautiously.

"No, how could that be? You and you are not the same person." The closed loop waved its hand. "Didn't a philosopher once say that the you of the past and the you of the present are two different individuals? So if the me of the past borrowed money, then the me of the present does not have to repay it."

"Haha... but I remember that philosopher got beaten up later," the doctor said with a wry smile. "The person replied that it was my past self who beat him up, and my present self didn't beat him up, so it doesn't count."

"Is that so? Is it true?" The locked circuit tilted its head toward the doctor, its face full of suspicion. "I haven't heard of it, so it's not true."

Chapter 250, Part 248: Meeting an Old Friend Without Recognizing Him

Time rewinds to the past.

The doctor stood before the last bed and put down the now empty pocket in his hand.

Just a few hours ago, this bag was full of seeds. Now, all the seeds have been sown on all the beds on the eighth floor and covered with blankets.