Embers

As the number one genius doctor in Jianghu, Chu Jian's medical skills are beyond doubt.As long as a person still has a little breath left, he can save his life from Chu Jian's hands.

Nineteen just stood aside and watched his methodical and orderly movements.

It is said to be watching, but it may not be.His eyes were messy and his expression was gloomy. It was obvious that his heart was overwhelmed.

The lights flickered slightly, and the room was so quiet that even Chu Jian's light footsteps could be heard clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped what he was doing, let out a breath, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Put him on the bed in the back room."

Nineteen seemed to be awakened by someone, nodded hurriedly, and strode over to carry Li Mei to the back room.

The body in his arms has been carefully tidied up, all the blood stains have been wiped clean, and the wounds have been bandaged well. Although his face is still pale, he can feel the breath of life just by looking at it.

And the other person next to him, he will never wake up...

Thinking of this, Nineteen covered Li Mei with a quilt with trembling hands, and tears fell on his face drop by drop.

These two people are extremely important to him.One is the gentle and patient master, and the other is his faith since he was a child.

But now, Master has just deviated from death, but his faith has been completely disillusioned.

Even one heart couldn't bear the extreme pain, so it spread to the whole body, to the limbs, and the place where the blood flowed was suffocating throbbing pain.

If he hadn't listened to Ember and no one had escaped, would the ending be any different?

Or maybe they will all die there.

But what's wrong with that?At least it's not like now, life and death, and death.

He finally couldn't control it, covered his face, and whimpered.

In the other room, Chu Jian swallowed a mouthful of water slowly, his eyes fixed on Ember's body on the couch.

His eyes were very complicated, as if something was colliding violently, sparking dazzling sparks.

He could hear Nineteen crying.

I can also hear my own heartbeat.

The cold body temperature, the broken body, the tightly closed eyes, and the face that was starting to turn blue... everything was declaring to him that this person had been dead for a long time.

If it is not dealt with now, this body will soon begin to rot, and finally become a pile of bones whose faces cannot be recognized.

but.

He found that his fingertips were trembling slightly.

"When someone lives, someone dies. It's like a complete replacement. From this point of view, why do doctors exist in the world?"

"You just have to answer one question."

"What is it?"

"What do you think is the meaning of life?"

"Create value."

"Yes, saving people is the same. If a person wants to live, as a doctor, we have to save him, because he has the desire to continue to create value, we have to help him and let him continue to create value. And if he doesn't even want to live anymore, that's saving his life, and it's just adding more troubles to this world."

"I don't quite understand, brother."

"You will understand later, when you think that a person must be saved."

He gently put down the glass.

This person is the leader of the Demon Cult who frightens the world. He is doing things that no one in the world can do, and he is also shouldering responsibilities that no one in the world can afford.If birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, will he be able to create more value by extending his life within a controllable time?

Chu Jian took a deep breath, turned his eyes away, and strode into the back room.

He went straight to the bookshelf, tiptoed slightly, and took out a thin booklet from an inconspicuous place at the top of the bookshelf.

The paper pages have become old and yellowed, and the words on the cover are beginning to be blurred, but they can still be discerned: the art of bringing the dead back to life.

Resurrection, as the name suggests, brings the dead back to life.

Although it is not a forbidden technique, he is the only one who can do it in this world.

On the one hand, this technique of bringing the dead back to life is too difficult, and only those with top medical skills can master it.On the other hand... this technique has to pay a huge price, few people are willing to learn it.

The last person who managed to bring the dead back to life was his senior brother.

That person who can be called a peerless medical fairy.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a smile that couldn't tell whether it was sad or happy, and murmured: "Could it be that my current mood is what you thought at the beginning?"

When you think a person must be saved.

In fact, he couldn't fully explain why Ember wanted to continue to live.Do you expect him to rebuild the Demon Cult, or do you want him to unify the world again?

Or... just don't want to see him die?

He couldn't tell either.In the end, I felt that, except for my senior brother, I had never seen such a character in these years, who could make me look up with my eyes above the top.

Turning the pages of the book, he quickly reviewed the method of bringing the dead back to life, and his breathing became slightly short of breath.

Soon after browsing, he walked to the desk, picked up a pen and began to write letters.

Maybe it can't be called a letter, but a suicide note.

Bringing the dead back to life, trading lives for lives.

That's the price.

The senior brother died of this technique back then.

For so many years, he has been unable to let go of his senior brother's choice.

If he is still alive, as the "Peerless Immortal Doctor", wouldn't he be able to save more people?Could it be that the person he wanted to save was more important than all the people in the world combined?

And now, he finally understood.

Suddenly I felt very sorry for Master.

Their master has been living in seclusion for many years, and his two disciples, both of whom are the most skilled medical practitioners in the world, died because of this "The Art of Bringing the Dead Back to Life".

Once he loses his breath, there will be no miracle doctor in this world within ten years.

He gently put down the pen, folded the paper and stuffed it into the envelope, and delivered the envelope to Nineteen's hands.

His tone can be described as relaxed: "Send this letter to the place on the envelope, and give it to the person I wrote it for, and I can help you save the embers."

Nineteen shook his hand, and the envelope fell to the ground.

His withered face glowed in an instant: "Are you serious? Can...can be saved?!"

With rare patience, Chu Jian bent down to pick up the envelope, handed it to him again, and said affirmatively, "It can be saved."

"Okay...Okay! I promise you, you want my life, as long as you save him!"

Chu Jian snorted and said, "I'm a doctor, what's the use of killing you? You just need to remember to deliver the letter for me."

Nineteen was excited and incoherent.

"I want to save him now, don't come in before dawn."

Nineteen hurriedly nodded in agreement, the miracle doctor is indeed a miracle doctor, and he can even save people who have lost their breath. When the leader wakes up, I must thank him very much!

Without looking at his expression much, Chu Jian lowered his eyes slightly, retreated to another room, and closed the door with his backhand.

On the couch, the bloody body was lying quietly, and he approached step by step, trying to imagine through his memories how magnificent this person was when he was alive.

"It's time to wake up."

he sighed under his breath.

Nineteen felt very anxious inside.

The genius doctor has been inside for three hours, why is there still no sound inside?

Do you want to knock on the door and ask?

His hand hesitated for a long time in front of the door, but he didn't dare to knock down.

On the bed behind him, Master was sleeping deeply, and the sound of his even breathing made people feel very at ease.

And behind the other door, there is another person whose life or death is uncertain.

He took a deep breath.You should trust the miracle doctor and don't think too much.

There was still a letter from the genius doctor in his pocket, in order to ease his anxiety, he simply took it out to familiarize himself with the address on it.

It's actually in the south of the Yangtze River, which is quite far away.

He frowned slightly.

Why does this handwriting seem to be trembling slightly?

But he didn't think too much, put the letter back in his chest and began to wait for a long time.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but he raised his eyes, and the sky was already dawn.

But there was still no movement inside, not even the sound of footsteps.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, and he didn't dare to go in and disturb him rashly.

Bowing his head, the Kuangshi Sword was quietly hanging around his waist, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but think of Ember's expression when she handed him the sword.

Hierarch——

He put his fist against his forehead, trying to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

After waiting for a long time, he opened the window and found that it was already ten o'clock in the noon.

The genius doctor said that you can't go in and disturb her before dawn.

He got up immediately, strode to the door, and pushed the door open.

The whole person froze there.

The first thing I saw was blood.

Lots and lots of blood.

They covered the floor and had dried up. A large area of ​​dark red was shocking.

And Chu Jian was lying on the couch where Ember was lying.

All the blood spread from under his body.

And all the wounds on Ember's body have been healed, there are marks of bandaging all over her body, her chest is heaving slightly, and her face is no longer ashen.

He really came alive.

After a long time, Nineteen reached out his hand and lightly touched Chu Jian's back.

He withdrew his hand as if being scalded.

After a while, he lifted Chu Jian's upper body up.

Peeling off the blood-soaked clothes, there was a bloody hole on his chest.

As a disciple of the Devil's Cult and a martial arts practitioner, Nineteen is naturally very familiar with the wound.

He was too shocked to speak.

He was still holding the needle and thread in his hand, he had been sewing Ember's wound tightly before he dared to die.

Nineteen knelt down straight, without saying anything, but kowtowed hard three times to Chu Jian's corpse.