The setting sun turned the sky red, and there was a strange feeling like blood spreading.
After the surgery building completed the operations on all 624 patients with idiopathic banyanus disease with an 82% success rate, the medical staff who worked hard for three days were given a holiday. Interns such as Gu Jun and Wang Ruoxiang could also go back to their dormitories to rest.
This is the first time they have walked out of the surgical building in three days. Everyone is exhausted, but these few days since they started studying medicine have shaped them better than the previous years.
Cai Zixuan had already cooked a pot of delicious and fragrant minced meat porridge with vegetables and meat in the dormitory, which was a great comfort to their mouths and stomachs. After eating the porridge, the tired people dispersed and did not want to talk about these things for the time being.
Days of experience.
Gu Jun went to take a shower, returned to his bedroom and lay down on the bed, wanting to sleep first.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, scenes from the past few days came to his mind.
The death state of the old woman, the death state of the little boy, those weird and twisted limbs, the abrupt and winding blood vessels, the skin with black liquid flowing...
"Huh." Gu Jun opened his eyes and looked at the pale ceiling. The hollow space was sometimes a rare beauty.
"If you stay in the Tianji Bureau for a long time, you really won't go crazy."
He murmured that he grew up much faster here than in medical schools or ordinary hospitals, but the challenges he accepted were not the same.
Even though he feels that he has some experience and has had many ups and downs in life, he is now determined and clear-headed. But he just can't control the impact on his heart. Changes that cannot be noticed at the conscious level are happening in his subconscious, but it must be in his mind.
In the midst of change.
Now he understands what Brother Qiang said better. The more inherent knowledge a person has, the heavier the shackles in his heart.
After staring at the ceiling in silence for a while, Gu Jun gathered his energy to take care of the system.
After three days and twenty surgeries with successes and failures, Tai Ran Shou's cultivation level became the second level of 20000/30000, and his familiarity level increased by 13000 points in total. His surgical contribution is getting higher and higher, but his proficiency is just like this.
, it starts to rise quickly, but then it becomes more and more difficult to rise.
There is still 10,000 proficiency needed to reach the third level. If you continue this kind of life, it won't take long.
After seeing Tai Ran Hands, Gu Jun opened the list of surgical career and closed it again. These were valuable surgical experiences, but he didn't want to look back now.
He opened the task list again. In the past three days, apart from the hidden task, he had completed one ordinary task, and he had not yet received the reward.
At that moment, Gu Jun pulled the quilt to cover himself, and received the box of "human anti-inflammatory drugs" first. It was similar to targeted tumor drugs, nothing special. It was packaged in aluminum foil, but there were 10 capsules in a row, and there was no instruction manual.
He couldn't understand the different words. He put the box of medicine in his pocket and carried it with him.
Then his mind turned to the hidden mission:
"There are mission rewards waiting to be claimed: 1 blurry and worn photo, click to claim your reward"
Gu Jun clicked with his thoughts, and suddenly a fierce and chaotic light and shadow poured into his mind from nowhere. Although he had been mentally prepared, the intensity was unprecedented, and he had to hold down the gun that was about to burst with both hands.
His head made a muffled sound of pain.
At the same time, just above his sea of consciousness, the light and shadow gradually solidified and turned into something that looked like a photo.
"Ah..." Gu Jun endured the pain and needed to relax for a while. This was the reward that consumed the most energy when he received it.
Before he even clicked it to take a closer look, he could see from a distance that it was a black and white photo. The photo paper was yellowed, somewhat mottled and blurred, and the edges were somewhat damaged. It looked like the photo was very old. In the photo, or
There are dozens of people sitting or standing in four or five rows, all facing the camera. This is a group photo.
The clothes they were wearing looked like the Republic of China-style long mandarin jackets worn by those in the illusion of sacrificing the banyan tree...
Is this a group photo of the Laisang organization? Which era is it from? Who are the people involved?
Gu Jun looked at the dozens of people with blurred faces and felt nervous. Are there any parents in the group photo?
He paid attention to the background of the photo again. It seemed to be in front of a giant tree on the coast. The sea surface looked very gray. The tree's roots were intertwined, and every branch, large and small, was twisted and full of abnormalities... It was a banyan tree again.
After pausing for a while, his idea finally came to his mind and he opened the black and white photo and enlarged it.
Gu Jun took a look, and suddenly a booby trap exploded in his heart, and his wide-open eyes were filled with confusion.
The dozens of people in the photo, no matter they are tall or short, strong or thin, old or young, all have the same face, that of a gaunt man.
Although their face shapes are slightly different, they are just different states of the same set of facial features. They are all very haggard, with sunken cheeks, and some are so thin that their eye sockets are sunken, like skeletons. But they all have the same face!
"..." Gu Jun looked at the photo solemnly. This situation was not what he had imagined before.
Why is this happening? Is this a computer photo? No, he has an indescribable manic feeling that tells him it's not...
Mask? That's not a mask. Surgery? Another thought popped up in his mind: "Have these people all had facial plastic surgery to make themselves look like this?" He looked at it but didn't feel like it. These faces were very harmonious.
The weirdness revealed is just coldness, not deformity.
Why? He looked at them and felt that these dozens of people were also looking at him. He counted fifty-two people.
From inside, Gu Jun recognized the man in red in the illusion of sacrificing the banyan tree. His facial features had exactly the same proportions; and the other fifty-one people were probably the men in black kneeling around the banyan tree.
Let's put it this way...the "usher" man is not the man in red, nor anyone in the photo, but another person.
Gu Jun was thinking, and what the "usher" said with a weird grin came to mind: "I am an unimportant person, easy to deal with, someone you can see. Unlike those you can't see." Now.
I guess there was pride and mockery in the man's tone...
Because even if he saw it, he wouldn't be able to recognize who it was.
Then he had the impression that he had seen this man many times over the years. Are the haggard men in those hazy memories really the same person?
"Laisheng Company, Laisheng..." Gu Jun murmured several times, "What is the meaning of this name?"
He had thought about this problem many times, but he couldn't figure it out. Lai is a plant, a wild vegetable commonly eaten by the poor in ancient times. This is what the dictionary says.
But now after seeing this photo, Gu Jun's idea gradually became clear, "What if 'laisheng' is just a borrowed sound? Is it actually 'afterlife'?"
This life, the next life, the next life...that man's life is their incarnation.
All people are the same person, just as the banyan tree merges all people and living beings into one life.
"The next life?" Gu Jun suddenly murmured this name, the mania in his heart became more and more intense, and something seemed to be churning deep in his subconscious.
In the next life, these people will seek strength from the sea and call for the unknown from the banyan tree... What are they pursuing? Eternal life?
Gu Jun felt like a lonely boat on the vast sea, trying hard to find the coast, and finally saw a little light from a lighthouse in the distance. He seemed to have found the direction and sailed over, but he just sailed into an unseen place.
In the fog to the edge.
He looked at this photo for a long time, and then he closed it. There was still a perseverance in his eyes.
"I have to find a way to trigger the illusion of this photo. I must find out what the truth is."
Gu Jun thought about it, then closed his eyes and fell asleep resolutely, so that he could cope with the unknown by recuperating his energy. He adjusted his breathing, discarded distracting thoughts, and tried his best to fall asleep... There was silence in the bedroom, and he didn't know how it had passed.
How long, he seemed to have fallen into a dream, it seemed...
He heard a mysterious whisper, incomprehensible, rising and falling... He seemed to be walking on a muddy road, heading towards a big banyan tree...
The whisper became louder and louder, resounding throughout the world, and now he could suddenly hear it clearly.
"I am the son of misfortune. You know, you are filthy things, you are foolish things, you are despicable things..."