Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Emlyn sat exhausted on a chair outside the ward. Dean Sinedu sat next to him and handed him a bottle of water.

"Thank you for your hard work, Emlyn."

"It's nothing, teacher, it's what I should do."

Emlyn raised his head and drank half a bottle of water, then lowered his head and continued to stare at the floor in a daze.

"It's just... a little frustrating..."

"Miss Geraldine in bed 18 has improved noticeably since she was brought in. In particular, her hysterical condition has not recurred in this week."

"We showed her many images of battlefields and explosions, and her stress disorder has never been triggered. As long as the reports in the next two days are clear, she can be transferred out of the psychiatric department."

"...Teacher, you have spent so much time and effort on her. I thought you were going to succeed, but I didn't expect that today, she would still have a stress relapse..."

"We can't even figure out why?"

"Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Dean Sinedu reached out and patted Emlyn on the shoulder.

"But we are doctors, and doctors have to go through this kind of thing. In the eyes of some patients, our nod is salvation bestowed by the Mother Goddess, and it is the panacea to save their lives. But the fact is, we are only doctors, and sometimes what we can do for patients is really very limited. Sometimes, even if several departments join forces to give it a try, we are ultimately unable to overcome the treacherous illness, and can only watch life slip through our fingers, and all the money and effort we have spent are wasted."

The dean leaned his head against the wall and slowly exhaled a breath toward the ceiling.

"In this regard, sometimes you will feel how suffocating the development of modern technology is. In the fifth era when surgical technology was just beginning to develop, people were expecting more drugs to cure patients in the future. But when the technology really exploded in the sixth era, people holding new drugs found in despair that there were so many terminal diseases that they had never discovered before, and they were helpless."

"You may even find that some diseases cannot be cured by medical means, or you may need the power of the Mother Goddess to solve the problem."

Dean Sinedu mentioned the extraordinary world to Emlyn in a veiled way.

"In the final analysis, it's because we are doctors. In terms of curing diseases, we and patients are more like comrades in the same trench, but we don't know when this fierce battle will end or whether we can win. We also don't know what will happen after this battle, because we can only accompany patients to fight this battle of life here. As for other battles in life, we doctors can't help."

"As doctors, we just need to do our best and have a clear conscience on our battlefield. As for the patient's future fate, we will leave it to the great Mother Earth!"

As he spoke, Dean Sinedu sat up and began to think seriously.

"But now that you mention it, I also feel that something is wrong. Her performance over the past few days has been fine, and all the indicators in today's report are all discharge standards... What on earth has triggered her traumatic stress mechanism?"

A rapid ring interrupted Dean Sinedu's thoughts, so he pressed the headset to answer the call.

"Hello, Dean Sinedu, is Dr. Emlyn White with you?"

The dean glanced at Emlyn.

“Yes, he is.”

"That's right. We found in the system that Dr. White had a lot of suspicious visits in a short period of time, including to the psychiatric ward where a large number of key surveillance targets were located, the orthopedic ward where the kidnapper David Aksas was treated, and these places..."

The dean's pupils suddenly contracted and he stood up and shouted.

"Oh no! Sound the alarm! Quickly notify the Church of Steam and the Church of Night!"

According to the jurisdiction division, the Steam Church is responsible for the stability of the Harvest Church. At the same time, because the Harvest Church is close to the jurisdiction boundary, the people of the Night Church also lend a hand to the Harvest Church.

A shrill alarm sounded in the hospital corridor. All the medical staff on duty rushed out of the lounge and ran to various wards to evacuate the patients.

Amid the running white coats, a security team armed with real guns and live ammunition split the panicked crowd and quickly shuttled through the hospital. Their armbands were embroidered with the emerald green holy emblem of Mother Earth. During this time, several doctors walked out of the crowd, threw off their coats, stepped forward to receive the equipment, and joined the queue, transforming from doctors who saved lives to dormant church action teams.

Soon, the well-trained team dispersed into the crowd and returned to their respective positions. Only three people came to the Dean and Emlyn with extra equipment.

The dull and depressing hospital immediately turned into a control area fraught with dangers, and the friendly and talkative colleagues suddenly became serious and silent guards.

The old and decadent dean took over two shotguns engraved with spells and instantly became a sharp and fierce fighter. Rows of blessed lead bullets and disinfectant spray cans hung on his thin body, making the old man look very oppressive.

"Dean, the evacuation has begun according to the rehearsal."

"Intruder confirmed."

"The surveillance team reported that they had captured footage of the intruder leaving."

"...No, no! This guy would never go around in a circle so easily. You, go and check along the intruder's route."

"Yes!"

Emlyn was stunned by the sudden change in front of him. Before he could react, he felt his hand sink.

The dean pressed a pistol covered with inscriptions into his hand.

"Listen, Emlyn, don't use up all your bullets..."

Before he could finish, a loud explosion was heard from upstairs and the whole building began to shake violently.

"Damn it! That bastard planted a bomb!"

The dean gnashed his teeth, put a headset on Emlyn, and turned and ran.

"Don't ask questions, Emlyn! Hurry up and take the lead bullets and disinfectant and follow me!"

Emlyn, with a blank mind, hurriedly put on the lanyard and stumbled to keep up with the dean.

Another loud bang exploded in front of them, and the huge impact created a big hole in the floor.

There's more than one bomb here!

The dean showed no fear and fired quickly at the gap in the ground amid the flying debris.

Then something beyond Emlyn's cognition occurred. Verdant vines grew rapidly from the bottom floor of the building, leaping out of the choking dust, chasing the lead bullets and building a passage on the broken floor.

"Nurse! Push the patient over here!"

Then the dean turned around and grabbed Emlyn's shoulders.

"Like this, get it?"

"...big, probably..."

The glass in the atrium in the distance shattered all at once, shocking the dean so much that he pressed Emlyn's head down.

"Orthopedic ward! Dermatology ward! I leave it to you, go!"