Plague Doctor

Something suddenly stopped, the light of the door in front dimmed, and the vitality that had just emerged disappeared.

Deng Ximei, Chen Jiahua and Wang Ruoxiang were all shocked when they pressed their hands on the door. Chen Jiahua made an anxious sound, but couldn't say anything and didn't know what happened. Zhou Haorui and Yang Xinxin kept noticing that it seemed that it was because Wang Ruoxiang...

"It's not because of that person." Deng Ximei said, frowning as she thought about the situation, "People are just microcosms, they are our civilization."

Drugs, medical technology, biotechnology, gene editing, cloning, cell regeneration...

More equal? More unequal?

Bad luck is fair, but what if bad luck isn't fair anymore...

"The current medical situation and development trends in our world have not been recognized by it." Deng Ximei also fell into confusion when she thought about it.

"What about us now?" Zhou Haorui was also anxious and asked Yang Xinxin: "Shall we try?" Yang Xinxin was wary of the surroundings: "Don't you think we have something else to worry about now..." The cold wind here is even colder. , space ripples appeared, as if the connection between the two worlds was about to collapse.

Wang Ruoxiang didn't speak, still staring at the door. Her changing expression suddenly calmed down. She moved her right hand to the blade of the dissecting saw she was holding in her left hand. Blood immediately flowed out. The skin on her palm was torn apart. She raised her bloody hand and pressed it against the door. "As a medical worker, I formally swear to dedicate my life to humanity."

Her solemn voice seemed to reawaken the door, and the light appeared again, surprising everyone.

They didn't know what she was feeling. Although they knew that it was not appropriate to disturb her at this time, Wang Ruoxiang's complexion quickly turned pale. Her blood flowed towards the door at a faster rate than the wound. The light of the Goddess of Life logo on the door It has turned into light red.

"I will consider the health and well-being of my patients first; I will respect my patients' autonomy and dignity..."

Wang Ruoxiang continued to recite the Hippocratic Oath. Her voice did not sound fierce, but it was firm. It was the firmness after letting go of the huge stone in her heart, "I will maintain the greatest respect for human life; I will not consider the patient's age, disease or disability, creed, national origin, gender, national origin, political beliefs, race, sexual orientation, social status, or any other factor…”

what to do? Chen Jiahua looked at the others anxiously. With Senior Sister Wang's blood loss rate, no one could survive.

"It wants sacrifices..." Zhou Haorui suddenly had an idea, "This gate wants us to offer sacrifices...it wants health."

"Health?" Yang Xinxin glared, "You mean, is this the real 'sacrifice of health'?"

They "sacrifice health" to the crows, giving the patient the joy of recovering health. The crows don't seem to want anything else, but they always seem to be missing something. Now facing the power of the goddess of life, looking at Wang Ruoxiang like this...the crow mark on her right wrist, I have an inexplicable and strange reaction...

Is there really any relationship between crows and the power of the goddess of life?

What is being sacrificed is not the health of the patient, but the health of the doctor.

Doctors sacrifice their health, and even their lives, in exchange for the health of their patients... Dr. Carlop is just that, a sacrifice.

The bloody light from the door became stronger and stronger, and the symbol of the Goddess of Life became more and more vivid. Various scenes vaguely flashed through: in the various disasters that have occurred in their world in the past few years, medical staff and other personnel who fell on the job... no matter what the reason Throwing themselves into the battlefield for some reason, these people sacrificed themselves...

Zhou Haorui and Yang Xinxin also saw the plague doctor who went deep into Mary King's alley...

"Pull her away!" Deng Ximei said urgently, stepping forward to pull Wang Ruoxiang away, but she pulled hard and couldn't pull her away.

What was happening in front of him was undoubtedly that Wang Ruoxiang was sacrificing himself in order to change the gate's attitude towards human civilization.

If she is not taken away, Wang Ruoxiang will die when the door opens.

Medicine is important, but the purpose of taking medicine is to save people. If you can't even save the lives of the companions in front of you, why are you looking for medicine?

Chen Jiahua and Zhou Haorui didn't hesitate, and they worked together to pull Wang Ruoxiang away. It was just the three of them, and then Yang Xinxin, four of them couldn't pull Wang Ruoxiang away, and suddenly they were pushed by a huge force like a door. As they drove away, the four of them staggered back a few steps.

Wang Ruoxiang looked back at them, as if smiling.

"I will keep the patient's secret, even if the patient has died; I will practice my profession with conscience and dignity and in accordance with good medical practices; I will inherit the honor and noble tradition of the medical profession..."

She took a step forward and actually walked into the door as if she was penetrated. At this time, the door was already a chaotic combination of light and shadow, with her blood flowing.

She is merging with the gate, and she is disappearing.

"Hurry and get the medicine..." Wang Ruoxiang said something else, to them, her words were vague: "We only have a while, the medicine for the alien syndrome..."

Her figure became more and more blurred, disappearing into the chaotic scene, and the strange giant door slowly rose upwards, opening the door and revealing the lobby scene inside the building. It was just a hazy look. Not exactly.

The four people in front of the door were like a small boat in the center of a storm, with all kinds of emotions shaking violently. They didn't know what to do, and their hearts were about to be torn apart.

Once, when Gu Jun faced Yu Chi... Deng Ximei frowned and rushed towards the door, "Let's get the medicine!"

Wang Ruoxiang did what she wanted to do, and they had to do what they wanted to do.

Chen Jiahua choked and shouted

With a sound, Zhou Haorui and Yang Xinxin, who were also enduring sadness, also crossed the door that was no longer blocked and entered the haze.

"I will give my teachers, colleagues and students due respect and gratitude; I will share my medical knowledge to benefit patients and promote medical progress..."

Behind them, Wang Ruoxiang's figure gradually disappeared, and the Kalop dissecting saw she was holding fell to the ground.

The symbol of the Goddess of Life on the rising door was a dazzling bright red light.

Among the chaotic scenes that flickered, there was a female figure wearing a white coat. That figure had appeared in medical school classrooms, anatomy rooms, operating rooms, wards... and had also appeared at the Dahua centralized treatment point. Tell us She will try her best to treat all the panicked patients.

At least this time, she didn't just say nice things.

The suicide note has been written long ago. Mortals will die eventually, and dying like a hero is a good way to die.

"I make these commitments solemnly, autonomously and honorably."

Love the Plague Doctor.