RBCT Chapter 302 The Medical Demon - Buer
Chapter 302 The Medical Demon - Buer
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As soon as Jiang Chaosheng finished speaking, one of the seventy-two black runes on his arm suddenly lit up, and an unsettling black light surged in the small intensive care unit.
Darkness, like a river bursting its banks, slowly swallowed up half the room.
The distorted black shadow slowly coalesced before him.
Five pale arms formed a wheel-shaped star, each arm holding a different object—
Scalpel, saw, will-o'-the-wisp, scissors, tweezers.
A crack appeared in the center, revealing an old man's face resembling withered tree bark, without lips and with yellow teeth. The tip of the tongue is forked.
There was a rune on his neck, which echoed the one on Jiang Chaosheng's arm.
It has no body.
It has only five twisted arms and one head.
Information about the terrifying old man surfaced in Jiang Chaosheng's mind—
The tenth pillar of demons, the medical demon—Buel.
A weak, feeble voice drifted from that mouth:
"Who—is the patient—?"
Jiang Chaosheng pointed at the doctor whose face was filled with murderous intent:
"He has a heart problem."
This doctor definitely has a heart problem—he's a bit dim-witted.
The energy fluctuations that overflowed after the stone slabs were restored made the Rhine town eerie.
Every building and every environment is a manifestation of the aura of a certain demon god on the stone slab.
This hospital has become so dangerous precisely because it has been infected by the aura of the evil of medicine.
In other words, these doctors, nurses, and security guards all come from the "secretions" of the medical demon.
They felt no fear upon encountering the demon of medicine.
What else could it be but being mentally challenged?
The medical demon stared at the doctor for a moment with his bloodshot old eyes, his voice ethereal:
"Respect the wishes of our King."
The doctor roared and lunged at Jiang Chaosheng.
Jiang Chaosheng could feel that terrifying power—
The monster could easily tear his body apart.
But the medical devil strikes even faster.
The arm holding the scalpel made a light, sweeping motion—
The doctor's chest cavity was ripped open, and a black, foul-smelling heart was impaled on the tip of a knife.
The Medical Demon frowns:
"There is definitely a problem."
It began to unleash its supernatural powers—medical surgeries belonging to demons.
Soon, the heart turned a healthy color and even started beating again.
The doctor's body had already begun to turn into black smoke and dissipate inch by inch.
The old face of the medical demon revealed a satisfied expression, and he let out a series of eerie laughs:
"Gah gah gah—Healed, healed!"
Jiang Chaosheng understood.
The assistant director downstairs, who had no head, was suspected of having a mental illness, so they pulled his head down to check it.
The father and son had the child suffering from appendicitis and arrhythmia, and the treatment involved the removal of the entire body below the chest.
In a sense, it did cure the illness—
But treating the disease doesn't save the person.
Just like the medical demon in front of us.
It can turn a non-beating heart into a normal heart of a living person, but the monster that possessed that heart dies.
Jiang Chaosheng looked down at the stone slab.
It's nothing special, just an ordinary stone.
The seventy-two demon gods among them had been absorbed by his third eye and transformed into seventy-two incantations imprinted on his right arm.
He touched his brow.
The third eye, which had been half-open and half-closed, has now disappeared back into the skin.
What's wrong with this eye?
He left himself a letter, saying that the answer was in White Fish Village.
Although he now possesses the power to summon the seventy-two demon gods, he has not regained any of his memories.
King Solomon's tablet is not the key to regaining memories.
However, it wasn't entirely fruitless.
Besides the seventy-two demon gods, he also found the feeling of opening his third eye.
With diligent practice, it won't be long before you can use that eye freely.
Unfortunately—the memories still haven't returned.
Jiang Chaosheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The memories are gone, but the state of mind remains.
If it were me in the past, I would have been excited and thrilled to encounter something so bizarre.
But now that he has subdued the seventy-two demon gods, his heart is as calm as a stagnant pool.
"So..." he muttered to himself, "I've acquired many things similar to the Solomon's Tablet."
This idea is bold, but it's very close to the truth.
He walked out of the intensive care unit, grabbed a backpack, stuffed the stone slab inside, and slung it over his shoulder.
Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard an angry roar—
"What makes you think you can be a volunteer?!"
It was the voice of the doctor who had been lured away by Yang Mi.
Jiang Chaosheng was taken aback.
Is that woman still alive?
. . . . . . .
Fifteen minutes ago, in the examination room.
The doctor laid Yang Mi on the bed and stroked her face with fascination.
"This face is perfect; it's just right to be used as a face for the mayor."
Yang Mi's body twitched every time she was touched.
She desperately suppressed her fear, her mind racing, and suddenly she spoke:
"It's not perfect, actually."
The doctor had a sinister smile on his lips:
"You are too modest, madam."
Yang Mi pointed to her eyebrows:
"I got a cut while filming before, and there's a tiny scar here that you might not have noticed."
The doctor frowned and examined it carefully:
"That's true... Since it's not perfect, it really can't be given to the mayor."
His hand moved towards Yang Mi's head:
"However, aside from your face, your mind is beautiful too."
"The nervous system is too complex... so the brain can't be used either."
These quacks' medical skills are nowhere near those of medical demons.
They can't do anything except cut off the bad parts.
Yang Mi seems to have discovered something.
She simply sat up and boldly lifted her skirt:
"I fractured my leg a few years ago when I fell while filming."
She then loosened her collar:
"My arms too, and here, and here..."
She kept pointing to the old wounds on her body.
The doctor's face grew increasingly grim.
"What makes you think you can volunteer?!"
His gaze finally settled on Yang Mi's hands:
"Your hand—"
Yang Mi squinted her eyes.
She seemed to have found the real way out in this hospital.
With gritted teeth and a determined heart, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the saw from the doctor's hand.
That saw was no ordinary object; it was incredibly sharp and sliced through flesh in an instant.
She gasped in pain, but refused to let go.
"Now—my hands are broken too."
The doctor's eyes widened:
"You, you..."
She gritted her teeth and said:
"Doctor, can you cure me?"
The doctor was stunned.
He held the saw and measured Yang Mi up and down.
There wasn't a single good spot on its body, making it impossible to cut it open.
"Clang!"
The saw fell to the ground.
A look of helplessness and dejection appeared on the doctor's face:
"You should leave and try another big hospital. We... can't treat you here."
Yang Mi quickly jumped out of bed:
"it is good."
She quickly straightened her clothes, pushed open the door, and bumped into Jiang Chaosheng.
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief:
"You...came to save me?"
She thought she was already a sacrifice to be thrown out, but unexpectedly he came.
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the exasperated doctor in the examination room, then looked at Yang Mi with a hint of appreciation in his eyes:
"From the moment you distracted the doctor, you were no longer useless, but my partner."
He did indeed come to rescue Yang Mi.
But unexpectedly, Yang Mi successfully saved herself.
"Let's go, let's go out now."
Jiang Chaosheng raised his hand...
A monstrous old man with five twisted arms, no body but a head—a medical demon—appeared out of nowhere.