"Continue."
"Boss, it seems they can't take it anymore. Shouldn't you help them?"
"What do you want from us? Those people over there are talking about you while you're just watching! These patients need to care for themselves. We're doctors, not their parents!"
Bai Yi's dissatisfaction was palpable as he observed the thirty individuals led by the nobleman. They looked weak from the effects of the medicine, but they could still move, especially the extraordinary ones among them.
"What did you say? Do you know who you're speaking to?" a knight-like figure interjected, his voice low yet assertive.
"Who cares?" Bai Yi shrugged. "If you think this disease is a one-time affair, feel free to rest over there."
The knight frowned, ready to respond, but Count Weileva intervened with a calm smile. "I apologize, sir. What would you have us do?"
"Bring over all the well-treated patients and pay your medical fees. Honestly, can't anyone see what's happening here?" Bai Yi glanced at Erin. "What's the matter?"
Erin shrank back, her voice barely above a whisper. "But… those people might really die."
Bai Yi was momentarily speechless. "Shut up. When you were so kind in Dongwu City, why didn't you offer free medical care then?"
"Well, aren't there other doctors?" Erin replied, her tone barely above a murmur.
Bai Yi glared at her. "Are you the boss, or am I? If you keep talking back, I'll just leave."
"No, I'll do it myself!" Erin replied quickly, looking at the pale, weak patients being carried over, and sighed. It was true: a capitalist would always squeeze their patients dry.
"Be serious. This stitching isn't up to par. If you owe me money next time, you better make a profit."
"Fine," Erin replied, her resolve hardening. She couldn't escape this situation anymore. Who could pay off a 50% daily growth in debt? She was destined to be squeezed by capitalists for life.
Slice, stitch, sew.
The cycle continued.
As Erin's level slowly rose with each treatment, her hands became steadier and faster. The unique rhythm of skilled doctors began to emerge, surprising Bai Yi.
Is this talent really that strong?
Shouldn't he be focusing on his own swordsmanship skills? It had been a while since he had trained.
Feeling something, Bai Yi's fingers twitched. A man who had just opened his eyes to cough suddenly stiffened and fainted again.
Time passed slowly. Under the moonlight, the withered forest bore witness to the end of over 300 surgeries.
The thirty individuals, even those extraordinary, were exhausted and panting.
The moans grew louder, but under the influence of a silver mage's hypnosis, the sounds faded as they fell asleep.
"Boss brother," a low voice echoed, sounding almost like a dream. It felt as if a true capitalist was observing Erin's labor, only to realize it was just a dream and sigh in relief.
The little girl had rarely felt at ease this year, as everything in this place seemed random.
For those in the prophecy department, randomness was a nightmare. It wasn't just about predicting events but also about the timing of those events.
If you accurately predicted something happening at noon, your thoughts might delay it, causing significant changes in fate.
It was complicated. Randomness, devoid of control, was the hardest to comprehend.
Only if Luo Ning became a legendary or golden fortune teller could she seize fate and pay a price to fix a specific moment in the future.
This was why fortune-tellers existed even in chaotic times—weak ones sought profit and avoided harm, while powerful ones toyed with the future.
While this profession might lack offensive capabilities, if they truly wished to attack, they could manipulate their enemy's future.
"Boss," some lost voices murmured, and Erin's eyes were bloodshot. The elf appeared fragile and helpless, realizing that the white epidemic was not just joking but would protect those who had no breath left.
"What's wrong?" Bai Yi asked, reaching out to touch her head. He dispensed a mental recovery agent mixed with a physical recovery agent, but it couldn't suppress the strain of high-intensity spirit consumption.
"Here's the money," Erin said, handing a pouch to Bai Yi, her expression lost.
Death had unfolded before her, and she couldn't intervene. An inexplicable sadness washed over her—a blend of self-blame and guilt.
Though Bai Yi claimed the epidemic was caused by the cursed doctor, not her personally, the truth weighed heavily on her. She didn't want to shirk her responsibilities; she was not devoid of kindness.
Every elf was inherently kind and beautiful; they were known as the "most perfect race."
Bai Yi noticed her psychological shift, contemplating his next move. "Come here," he said.
Erin lowered her head and slowly approached Bai Yi.
His right hand morphed into a seat-like shape, allowing her to sit comfortably on his arm before he lifted her and stepped forward.
"Where are we going?" Erin asked, glancing back, but the view was blocked by his arm.
"Finish your inheritance quickly so we can leave," Bai Yi replied.
"But…"
"The world is inherently cruel. How many creatures can you truly control?" he said calmly.
Erin lowered her gaze, feeling lost.
"Whether you're a curse doctor or a life sacrifice, they're all different types of healers." Bai Yi paused, choosing his words carefully. "The goddess of life is a prime example."
"The goddess?" Erin looked up, her eyes conflicted. The goddess of life was revered by elves and should not be disparaged.
"Yes." Bai Yi continued, unfazed. "Is the goddess of life merely a deity for elves?"
"Of course!"
"Does only the elven race worship the Life God?"
"Uh…"
"But she only protects the elven forests and their people. Why is that?"
Erin fell silent.
Bai Yi gazed at the moonlit sky. "The sun and moon illuminate the heavens but cannot touch the dead and the abyss. Is it because the sun god and moon god refuse to spread their light across the world?"
"As a qualified extraordinary being, Erin, perfection is unattainable. We strive to pursue it, just as even gods do."
"We can't blindly indulge in kindness or malice; we must have boundaries. This may not change much, but it will fortify your heart."
"Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we arrive."
"Hmph."
Their shadows stretched alongside them under the moonlight, while the extraordinary behind them observed in silence. Ronnie clenched her clothes, hesitating to follow.
With tired eyes, she turned and continued her work.
The forest was soon quieted, the moans fading away.
Bai Yi walked steadily, carrying the two girls. He felt the world cutting away at its consciousness, but the will of the saint remained unyielding.
Cursed doctors were truly a formidable bunch.
Along the way, magnetic mechanical bodies gathered near him, absorbed into the space ring.
As the sun rose, golden light illuminated the sleeping elf on his arm.
"Boss, where are we?" Erin mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"We're on a mountain path, heading to the royal city."
Bai Yi spoke softly.
The surrounding trees were withering, a byproduct of the natural aura emanating from Erin—she was now a pathogen, spreading illness wherever she went.
Luo Ning looked up, noticing the silver hair draped over Bai Yi's shoulder. The haze in her eyes cleared. "Okay, boss, let me down. I can walk myself."
"No, you need to sense your surroundings."
Luo Ning was taken aback, feeling a shiver run through her as she sensed a golden light in her eyes.
"What is that?"
"The secret of this world."
Bai Yi's voice was soft, but the surrounding area was being infected by the epidemic. Many small creatures succumbed to the parasites, dying quietly.
Even in hushed tones, his words resonated clearly.
"Secret?"
"Yes," Bai Yi continued, looking toward the dawn. "Why are there so many people on the side of the curse doctor? The minds of intelligent beings are complex. Despite similar experiences, there will always be differences. But this inheritance has achieved the impossible. Why?"
Without waiting for Luo Ning to respond, he continued, "The source of the curse doctor is an unknown god-level entity. Maybe the ancient gods are indifferent to these lesser beings, but the new gods can't tolerate them, leading to the profession's decline."
Bai Yi spoke calmly. "What we're going to do now is find the source of this deception."
"A curse doctor—cursed by God?" Luo Ning asked, puzzled. "Is there a way to remove this curse?"
"This isn't a curse," Bai Yi explained after a moment's thought. "Just like Diane's undead body, if a god desires it, they can create an incredibly powerful inheritance. Erin's situation is similar to Diane's, but more precarious."
Bai Yi contemplated. "If she rejects the deception and thus gains this power, it would benefit Erin."
"But what if she encounters that god?"
Bai Yi smiled reassuringly. "It's fine. If a god does come, it won't be for at least a hundred years. Who knows what will happen in that time?"
Luo Ning fell silent, remaining nestled on Bai Yi's back.
Invisible and inaudible, the deception stirred specific emotions within them.
Bai Yi looked up. From his perspective, the azure sky was not as beautiful as it seemed; it was shrouded in dark fog.
A beam of light pierced through the gloom, illuminating him.
This beam was circular, reflecting a unique symbol in his vision.
It was the mark of the saint, embodying the horror of the saint's soul.
A mental intensity exceeding a thousand points was beyond the scope of the world to contain. If Bai Yi desired, he could obliterate it with his spirit at any moment!
He continued walking, gradually quickening his pace. By noon, the silver-haired elf in his arms finally awoke.
"Boss, where are we going?" she asked, still drowsy.
"To the royal city."
"What's the purpose?"
"To make money."
Erin froze.
She stared at the withered trees around her, wide-eyed. "Wait! You can't be serious! You're not planning to go there to harm people and make them sick, are you?"
Ordinary capitalists wouldn't resort to poisoning and selling antidotes, would they?
This was beyond mere capitalism!
Seeing the elf struggling to escape, Bai Yi's tone turned cold. "You'll be cursed if you step outside. Are you sure you want to go?"
"Sister Irene," Luo Ning chimed in, "the boss's brother has shielded us from the deception of God. There's a mark of God in this world."
Erin froze, her expression shifting. "I know, but… poisoning and selling antidotes?"
"If you go, the inheritance will accelerate. The royal city only needs a few lives sacrificed. If you don't go, the mark of God will remain, and everyone here will perish."
Bai Yi smiled, "Any questions?"
"Uh… no, no."
"Then keep quiet and let's make some money!"
"Okay!"
The three of them quickly made their way to the capital, spending three days in the world during their journey. Throughout those days, the two girls never left Bai Yi's side.
He didn't enter the royal city directly but waited patiently a hundred kilometers away.
He needed more permissions, and gaining them took time, much like entering this place.
Bai Yi was confident that this authority would come soon, as the world sought to sever the consciousness of a saint.
And he lacked that power.