Rhodes Island does not exist.

“I just wanted to stop the infected from being oppressed, to stop them from being pelted with stones or chased away even when they go out to buy bread… I didn’t know that Talulah wanted to destroy the entire city… They… we… killed so many people… I’ll never be able to escape this sin for the rest of my life… I…”

She sobbed softly, not wanting her voice to be too loud and reach the ears of those around her.

But true sadness cannot be suppressed.

"...If I recover, can I really join Rhodes Island?" She looked up, clear tears streaming from her cloudy eyes.

“Rhodes Island welcomes all like-minded people.” The Doctor released her right hand and gently pressed it against her forehead. “As long as you have this idea and support our mission to help the infected, then you can join us.”

“But I…” She stared at her right hand, which was covered in crystals, and tears fell to the ground. “I don’t know if my condition can really be cured.”

"There is no cure for Oripathy." The doctor shook his head and sighed.

But after that sigh came a warm, radiant smile. "However, during the time you were admitted to the hospital, most of the doctors who treated you were infected."

“If we can’t stop death from coming, then let’s delay it as much as possible.” The doctor gently withdrew his hand from her forehead and released his other hand that was holding hers. “As long as we can hold on until the day the antidote is discovered, then this long journey we have traveled will have been worthwhile.”

"Therefore, even if we are in dire straits or suffer from hunger and thirst, our cause must continue."

The doctor stood up, turned around and gazed at her. "Then, I will come to see you again next time. Take good care of yourself and recover well."

The girl from the Reunion Movement was unable to utter a single word. She could only bite her lip tightly and watch with her moist eyes as the doctor moved on to the next bed that needed his care.

But not everyone in this hall was happy to see such a scene.

"Doctor, Doctor!"

Amiya's voice came through the communicator.

“The emotional fluctuations you asked me to monitor have started to move!” she said urgently. “While the emotions of all the injured are moving toward calm, a few individuals are becoming angry and resentful.”

Only those who genuinely desire chaos will be disappointed by peace.

Upon hearing this news, the doctor secretly made up his mind.

A great man once said...

"We must support whatever the enemy opposes."

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Thank you segment.

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Chapter 41, Section 41: The Unity and Struggle of Faith

Lies and deception are not the means of justice.

But they can be a means to achieve justice.

Although the doctor considered all despicable behavior contemptible, when sincerity alone could not solve the problem, some special methods were always necessary.

We must use both the pen and the gun; only then can we be considered truly well-rounded.

“Mark those who are showing negative emotional fluctuations,” the doctor said in a low voice to Amiya on the other end of the communicator. “Tell Warfarin and the others about their bed availability, and then retrieve their personal files and medical records.”

He didn't want to solve the problem this way.

“Um… Doctor.”

About half a minute later, Amiya's voice came through the earpiece.

"Dr. Warfarin wants to join our chat channel. She says she wants to talk to you in person."

“Okay, let her in,” the doctor replied.

"Buzz..."

Then, accompanied by a familiar sound effect, Warfarin's voice, tinged with a mixture of confusion and anger, switched into the channel.

"Doctor, what are you planning to do? Why would you do something like this?"

"Dr. Warfarin, could you please come to the ward on the eighth floor? It seems that a patient here has become seriously ill."

Instead of directly answering Warfarin's question, the doctor steered the conversation in another direction.

After all, he is still among the patients and cannot say everything.

The previous statement about the marking was already spoken in an almost inaudible voice; if anything more were said, it would be difficult to guarantee that it wouldn't be discovered.

Therefore, he must make a choice that is appropriate for the present moment.

"No, I haven't heard of that." But Warfarin didn't seem very cooperative. "Nearly half of the medical staff are on the eighth floor right now. I'll know immediately if anything happens. Doctor, you've only been there for a short time. How could you have found out the results that we haven't been able to find for several days?"

In stark contrast to her moral standards, Warfarin maintained an extremely high level of rigor in her medical practice. She could question and expose any lie, no matter how small.

But the doctor had his own explanation.

"This is not a physical illness, but a psychological one." He looked at the terminal in his hand with feigned seriousness, as if he were really checking the patients' records in this ward.

This action drew grateful glances from the injured.

“In short, Warfarin…I need you.” He abandoned any further justification for his actions and spoke earnestly.

On Rhodes Island, the Doctor rarely used this tone to make a request.

After all, he has always been seen as omnipotent by many operators. He can command on the battlefield, practice medicine on the operating table, and even manage infrastructure without needing anyone else to worry about it, as he can handle it all by himself.

Therefore, once it gets to the point where even a PhD needs to speak up to make a request, it means that he is probably truly unable to handle things independently.

Even the strong-willed Warfarin and Kal'tsit would find it difficult to refuse such a doctor.

"……I see."

Warfarin sighed on the other end of the communicator, "I'll be there in three minutes. Let me change my clothes."

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When Warfarin appeared at the elevator entrance on the eighth floor wearing a white lab coat that reeked of formaldehyde, she was greeted by a scene that resembled a pilgrimage.

Almost all the patients in the ward leaned forward and focused their gaze on a spot in the lobby, their expressions focused and devout.

I'm sorry, but Warfarin really can't think of any other word to describe it besides "devout".

After all, the appearance of those injured people was exactly like the scene she had seen in the chapel of the Lateran Cathedral during her time studying abroad.

And the target they were focusing on, or rather the Doctor... was like a god to those Sarkaz.

The Sarkaz possess the most complete religious system on the continent of Terra, so their followers are exceptionally devout.

Warfarin, as a Sarkaz, could not empathize with all of this. Even when the late emperor or Theresa were still alive, she had never felt such devotion, after all, she had lived far too long.

However, when she looked at the group of wounded people who seemed to be worshipping the Doctor, she felt that she could understand them.

She thought that perhaps those Sarkaz who longed for Theresia had felt the same way. No wonder W erupted with such anger and grief when Theresia was killed by Theresis.

"Ah, Dr. Warfarin, you've come."

A cute little rabbit carrying a terminal board walked out of Warfarin's blind spot.

"So why did the doctor call me here? Amiya, do you know? He can't really just have me come here for a medical checkup, can he?" She decided to ask the little rabbit first.

"Hmm... the situation is a little complicated." Amiya's expression was slightly bitter.

“Then explain in more detail. I don’t care how complicated it is; the more complicated the problem, the more detailed the explanation is usually.” Warfarin shook her head.

“Then I’ll explain in detail. Dr. Warfarin, are you aware that there are patients making inflammatory remarks in the ward?” Amiya whispered in her ear.

“Incendiary… what?” Warfarin’s expression turned strange. “You mean?”

“The wounded in the communal ward are composed of two groups: Chernobog refugees and Reunion members. These two groups were naturally adversaries before being rescued by Rhodes Island,” Amiya explained softly. “Now, within these two factions…”

In Warfarin's ear, the cattery told her all the thoughts it had heard.

"So you mean they're not satisfied with just eating and using our food, they want to stir up trouble so they can fight each other? And preferably kill a few more people?"

Warfarin's tone clearly suppressed a deep blue rage.

“That’s right, so the Doctor is working on solving this problem now.” Amiya nodded gently.

“Okay, I think I understand why he called me over. So how does he plan to resolve this?” Warfarin pulled out a Rhodes Island terminal tablet from her coat and began preparing what she would need later.

She had a general idea of ​​the doctor's strategy.

“The Doctor instructed me to use my Originium Arts to listen to the thoughts of the wounded in the hall, in order to find the instigators and leaders lurking among them,” Amiya said. “After I found them all, the Doctor told me to contact you.”

"So if I want to know what he plans to do next, I'll have to ask him myself, right?" Warfarin turned her gaze to the doctor among the wounded.

At that moment, he looked just like the saint in the Lateran Palace murals who distributed bread and fish to the believers.

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Thank you segment.

Chapter 42, Section 42: Under the numbers of the ultimate law, they reached a conclusion.

"So, can you tell me now why you called me here?"

Standing by the sealed window on the eighth floor, Warfarin casually touched a white roll of paper.

“Although it’s an isolation area, it’s still a communal ward. As a doctor, I’m telling you—” The doctor frowned.

“I know what you’re trying to say, but this isn’t a cigarette.” Warfarin took the rolled-up paper from her lips and held it under the doctor’s nose for him to sniff. “Do you smell anything?”

"Hmm... Seven Fragrance Orchid?" The doctor was very familiar with the smell of each herb.

"It clears the mind and invigorates the blood. This stuff is refreshing and has no side effects, because I haven't slept all day... Ha." Warfarin put the lit paper roll back to her lips and took a deep breath, then exhaled a puff of pale green smoke before turning her gaze back to the Doctor. "Never mind me, you continue. Amiya has already told me the backstory."

"Including the current situation here?"

"Yes." Warfarin nodded.

“That makes things easier.” The Doctor looked earnestly at the white-haired, red-eyed Sarkaz before him and said, “I want the recent medical records and personal files of the people Amiya located.”

“You can get the permissions for these files yourself, why bother me?” Warfarin shook her head. “You want something else, don’t you?”

"Hmm." The doctor sighed, as if he had made extensive mental preparations. "I... want to transfer them all to the intensive care unit on the fourth floor and give them single rooms."

"So, you're planning to expel the unstable elements from these groups?" Warfarin asked thoughtfully. "But there aren't enough beds available for you in the intensive care unit."

“No, there are.” The doctor shook his head. “You mentioned before that five former members of the Reunion Movement died in the intensive care unit due to complications from Oripathy, so there will definitely be extra beds.”

"Good heavens." Warfarin couldn't help but laugh. "You remembered this all for this plan?"

“Not entirely, I just happened to remember.” The doctor looked at Warfarin. “So, would you be willing to help me with this?”

The doctor in front of her had an unusually sincere expression, which made Warfarin, who was not used to it, momentarily unsure of what kind of expression to make.

However, she knew that she supported the doctor's actions.

"How many agitators are there?" So, in the end, she could only sigh and ask.

“Four people,” the doctor replied, “two on each side: the Reunion Movement and the Chernobog refugees.”

“That’s perfect.” Warfarin thought for a moment. “If you just send these four people to the intensive care unit, it will definitely arouse suspicion. So I suggest you bring another person who has no connection with them with them, and then separate the five of them into different single rooms.”

"That's exactly what I was thinking." The doctor nodded. "However, the drafting of the fake medical records and the related procedures still need to be done by you, which is why I came to you."

"I feel like I'm being used as a tool." Warfarin frowned and exhaled a puff of pale green mist. "But since I promised, I'll help you."

"but--"

She took the half-finished Seven Fragrance Orchid from her lips, stared at the doctor, and said, "To carry out this plan, there is a major premise."

"What?" the doctor asked, puzzled.

"Can you really confirm that these are the only four agitators lurking among them?" Warfarin shook her head.

“Because you need to know, Doctor.” Warfarin reached out and patted the Doctor’s right shoulder, “Although a conflict between these two forces would plunge Rhodes Island into chaos, their primary target is not actually Rhodes Island.”

“In other words, those dissenting voices you identified during your visit to the hospital may not be the entirety of the instigators, and may not even be instigators at all,” Warfarin said. “After all, if there are people among the injured who simply dislike you, it’s normal for them to feel uncomfortable when everyone else is supporting you.”

Upon hearing this hypothesis, the doctor was speechless.

Because he could not refute the possibility implied in Warfarin's words.

“Another crucial point is,” Warfarin sighed, “that you can’t directly ask the wounded if someone is inciting them, since even elementary school students wouldn’t say something so obviously flawed.”

“But I must say, your idea is indeed very good.” Putting aside her earlier sigh, Warfarin expressed her approval of the Doctor's actions. “If we can find four people, then four people are fine. It's much better than not finding anyone and being completely lost, and besides…”

"And?" the doctor asked.

“And I believe in Amiya’s abilities.” Warfarin looked over the Doctor’s shoulder and at Amiya, who stood at the elevator entrance, petite but with a serious expression. She smiled and said, “If it’s an emotional fluctuation detected by her Originium Arts, then it should be true.”

"……Thank you."

The doctor spoke, his voice very soft.