Chapter 8: Doctor Jing Shen’s Conservation of Conscience
Volume 1: Oath Restriction Chapter 8: Doctor Jing’s Conservation of Conscience Since he wants to play the role of a miracle doctor and catch the rich man who holds many sets of Greedy Island game consoles, there is something Jing Yang needs to confirm first.
Whether he is a "miracle doctor" or not.
If you can't cure the incurable disease of the rich man's true love girl, then you have to change new ideas, iterate new methods of play, and optimize the plan - which is commonly known as if fishing doesn't work, you have to find a way to steal it.
Jing Yang is not willing to rob openly, as it would cost a lot of face. So try to fish and see first.
Anyway, it was a temporary hotel, so there was no need to worry about the license login signal being leaked. Jing Yang directly swiped the black card license and entered the hunter website to find out the required information.
It has to be said that this card of a professional hunter is really like a West Factory token, an imperial charter. Even Batra, one of the world's richest men, has the authority to easily access a considerable amount of information that is not shown in the online encyclopedia -
- Jing Yang guessed that these confidential information were probably contributed by other hunters who did not know each other, or there might be guys like "intelligence hunters", "privacy hunters" or "hacker hunters".
Maybe you are keen on doing this.
Soon, Batra's densely packed asset structure and huge business empire were like a spider's web of interpersonal relationships, ranging from shareholders, consultants, lawyers, security teams, to the cleaning lady of all the properties under his name.
The list... can be seen at a glance in front of Jingyang and Xiaodi. This is information that is relatively easy to obtain if you have a hunter's license. But if the scope is narrowed down to Batra's personal privacy, it will not be that simple.
Need to add money.
add!
Jingyang and Xiaodi had hundreds of millions in their cards, so they could create whatever they wanted. It didn't take much effort to get the information they really wanted.
Certain accounts that seem to have little to do with Batra, medical records of countless transfers, different hospitals, and different expert doctors - there are many professional hunters among the payees, and Jing Yang does not know the dog sister of the Twelve Branches.
, "Intractable Disease Hunter Chiduo" is not among them - but the common point is the patient, and these accounts give money to the same patient for treatment.
This true love girl is the only weakness of Batra, a wealthy and powerful tycoon. It is reasonable for Batra to try his best to hide his relationship with her and her current situation.
As for the patient's private information, such as their last name and where they are currently recuperating, the price was too high. It was a waste of money, so Jing Yang felt that it was unnecessary. He didn't want to go to the door for consultation.
Just get a description of the other party's condition - based on the patient's multiple medical records in multiple hospitals, the conclusions of all medical experts are similar: in addition to retaining some instinctive nerve reflexes and conducting material and energy
In addition to his metabolic ability, his cognitive ability has been completely lost and he has no active activities.
Commonly known as vegetative.
The brain is too sophisticated and mysterious. Once something goes wrong, even the medical level of the Hunter World, including professional hunters, will be unable to do anything. To put it more mysteriously, in this world where there is the ability to reflect the soul, people's
The brain, consciousness and other fields will only become more difficult, unpredictable and difficult to study.
Jing Yang also used the convenience of his hunter's license to check how many similar vegetative patients were hospitalized in nearby hospitals, what were their addresses, and what were their ward numbers.
These ordinary patients, who are neither rich nor noble, live in ordinary hospitals in this small town. With a hunter's license to clear the way, Jing Yang got the most detailed and accurate information without even spending a penny. These ordinary people in this card
There is almost no secret at all, or it can be said that there is no value at all.
"No wonder all the smart people in the world want to be professional hunters." Jing Yang took out the hunter's license from the card reader and rotated the corner of the card on his fingertips, "There are infinite privileges and infinite obligations. Who can not love this?"
"If you are a person with telekinesis ability, then you know that the Hunter Association is the organization with the most in-depth research on telepathy and the longest history. You should join it and join the path together." He sighed, "Just like this."
Xiaodi asked: "So, go find them tomorrow?" She pointed to the data on nearby vegetative patients that Jing Yang collected and tabulated on the screen.
"No, go now." Jing Yang jumped up, opened the window, and looked up at the dim starry sky, "The night is dark and windy, eerie and quiet, which is perfect for our work!"
Xiao Di did her best, raised her hand and materialized into a vacuum cleaner, sucking in the belongings of the two people in the room like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves. She followed Jing Yang and jumped out of the window, falling from the third floor to the ground. The two of them jumped
Disappeared in the night ahead.
…
Late at night, in the inpatient department of the hospital, the quiet corridors were lit with lights, and the doors of some wards were ajar. In some rooms, the sobbing or mumbling of accompanying relatives could be heard vaguely, but most of them fell into silence soon. Nurse
The nurse on duty at the station yawned, stood up, put her pockets in her pockets, and walked around outside each ward.
She glanced in at the door of the corner ward. The thin, thin 14-year-old boy who was unconscious on the bed only moved slightly. The gray-haired woman who was napping next to her immediately woke up. After nervously checking the boy, she turned her back to the door as if
While mumbling something to himself, he lay down to rest again.
The nurse sighed softly and left.
What she didn't realize was that after she walked away, two ghostly figures opened the door of the ward behind her openly and stepped in.
Even before entering the ward, the taller one raised his head and looked around the corners of the corridor ceiling, seemingly looking for the location of the hospital's surveillance cameras.
Snapped!
The lights in the ward suddenly turned on, and the mother who had just fallen asleep suddenly woke up again. When she opened her eyes, she thought it was a nurse coming, but she saw two strange figures, one tall and one small, standing beside her son's bed.
The two strangers looked like a man and a woman. The man was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, and the woman looked petite in comparison. But what frightened the mother was that they both wore a pair of four-corner hats.
The mask with strange characters seemed to be looking at her son who had been sleeping in the hospital bed for many years.
She was about to scream——
"Shh! Don't make any noise." The tall masked man raised his hand, and his voice was a little dull through the mask. He stretched his hand towards the young man who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, "It's very critical now. You don't want anything to happen to him.
Bar?"
The woman's eyes only blurred. The black-haired woman wearing a mask next to the man had appeared next to her, and a hand that looked like a weak girl was pressing on her shoulder. It was like a mountain was pressing down, and the woman had no resistance.
She sat down again with all her strength, and whispered in horror: "You guys, come at me if you have anything, don't hurt him."
Jing Yang didn't explain. He glanced at the 14-year-old vegetative boy on the hospital bed, stretched out his hand and pressed on the side of his neck, leaving a rose gold pattern of a five-pointed star.
The woman watched nervously, but in the blink of an eye, the tall figure of the masked man standing in front of the hospital bed with his fingers pressed against her son's face suddenly disappeared in the night by the window, as if blending into the night.
The girl's hand on his shoulder and the invisible pressure no longer existed.
The woman looked around in horror. Apart from her bedridden son and herself, there was only the sound of dripping instruments in the empty ward, as if the masked man and woman who had just appeared were an illusion.
"Nurse..." The woman subconsciously pressed the call button on the bedside. She looked down and saw that her son, who had been sleeping on the hospital bed for an unknown length of time, had opened his eyes at some point.
With the help of the carefully extended hand, the son sat up from the bed. He turned his head and looked at the night outside the window and thought to himself: Success!
He turned to look at the woman beside the bed who was so excited that she was speechless and helpless. He smiled slightly, stretched out his finger on the pentagram on the side of his neck, and lightly scratched it with his neatly manicured nails. The rose gold pentagram mark shattered.
Confusion appeared in the son's eyes. He quickly focused his eyes and saw clearly the haggard-looking woman supporting him. He was surprised and said: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Ward 302, something happened..." The nurse hurried into the ward, and the corridor outside seemed to be noisy. The nurse looked at the mother and son in the ward in surprise, hugging each other and crying, "Is your son awake?"
From the nurse's mouth, the mother and son learned that something strange happened in the hospital tonight.
Not only did her son, who had been in a vegetative state for a long time, wake up in this ward, many patients in other wards also recovered one after another: patients undergoing emergency surgery found that their surgical wounds suddenly disappeared; patients who had broken bones and were bound with plasters had their bones recovered.
Completely healed, I spent most of the night in the ward shouting to break the annoying plaster...
"The most incredible thing is that the patient who just had five toes amputated yesterday, her toes actually grew back!"
The inpatient department became lively at night, almost boiling. News of the bizarre situation was rapidly passed among patients, family members, and medical staff. In ward 302, the woman who was carefully feeding hot soup to her son looked at the ward.
A figure hurriedly passed by outside, thinking silently: They must have done it!
It must be the miracle granted by the mysterious man and woman wearing masks... The woman didn't know how to thank them, and she didn't know whether she should publicize their merits to others, so she could only look at her son's doubtful eyes and cry in her heart with tears in her eyes.
She silently remembered the figures of the man and woman, and the characters and symbols on their masks that she did not recognize forever in her heart.
"What's the writing on their masks?"
"Maybe it's just a pattern."
A bunch of white coats have gathered in the hospital's monitoring room. In the surveillance video that has been pulled out, men and women wearing masks are shuttled from ward to ward like ghosts. They will go from one ward to another in a minute at most.
A ward, this speed, let alone using some kind of miracle to cure diseases and save people, even shopping for clothes would not be this efficient...
The chief doctor zoomed in on the paused surveillance picture, which showed the man looking up at the surveillance camera before entering Ward 302.
If these doctors and nurses could recognize Chinese characters, they would be able to recognize that there is a word on each of the four corners of his mask, which is written.
…
The mask with the words written on it was swayed like a fan in the night. From the corner of the top of the building opposite the inpatient department, Jing Yang looked at the brightly lit and lively inpatient department building in the night.
Next to her, Xiaodi, wearing a mask with Chinese characters, asked: "What was the result?"
"It was a success. I didn't turn back into a vegetative state again." Jing Yang said happily.
"This healing ability is really amazing." Xiaodi commented.
"Indeed, God has reached me." Jing Yang was convinced.
Putting the star mark on the side of the neck of the vegetative boy in Ward 302, Jing Yang used first-person perspective control to possess him.
Jing Yang still hasn't figured out how mysterious and mysterious Xingbiao is, and his unreasonable healing ability, but - the priority of possession control must be very high in Xingbiao's operating system, even the highest level, so Jingyang
Yang Zai guessed in advance that as long as he could possess the vegetative boy and open his eyes, it would prove Xingbiao's healing ability. In order to make this body meet the conditions for him to open his eyes, he had cured and repaired the original vegetative boy's brain.
The unknown crux in the depths, that is to say, even if you release the possession control and release the star mark, what will be left behind should be a completely healthy body and an awakened brain.
Since my star power can indeed cure vegetative state, what else is there to say? Batra, you'd better watch more news.
"Look what I'm doing?" Jing Yang noticed Xiaodi's gaze next to him.
Xiaodi behind the mask asked curiously: "Are Jingyang trying to compensate? In the past few days, you have been absorbing death energy at the top of several hospitals and emergency centers, and you know that you could have saved those people. So today you are doing extra
Treated many people in the hospital so that you can gain peace of mind?"
Hearing this, Jing Yang was greatly surprised, "If you say that..." He muttered, "I really haven't thought about it carefully, but what you said makes sense!"
"Perhaps, it is indeed the case!" He laughed and said, "What do I call this, the principle of conservation of conscience of the miracle doctor?"
Xiaodi thought for a while and said: "This seems to be called hypocrisy. Or, hypocrisy?"
Jing Yang reached out with his big hand, grabbed Xiao Di's mask and pulled it out a little. After letting go, the mask flicked on Xiao Di's face, "I should say, this makes me have a little conscience, but not much.
"
"Oh." Xiaodi adjusted the crooked mask.
"Let's go back to sleep. Waiting to read the newspaper tomorrow..." Jing Yang jumped up.
"Then what?" Xiaodi followed.
"Then? Then let's catch up and go to the next YC city!"
"oh……"
In the night, the two of them quickly touched the outer wall of the building like Spider-Man.