The setting sun reflected the sky red, and there was a strange feeling like blood spreading.
After the surgical building completed the operations on all 624 patients with this group of patients with the disease with a success rate of 82%, the medical staff who had been fighting for three days were given a holiday. And Gu Jun, Wang Ruoxiang and other interns can also go back to the dormitory to rest.
This is the first time they have walked out of the surgical building in three days. Everyone is exhausted, but the past few days since studying medicine have shaped them better than the previous years.
Cai Zixuan has already cooked a pot of delicious and fragrant vegetable porridge with minced meat in the dormitory, comforting their mouths and stomachs. After eating the porridge, the exhausted people dispersed, not wanting to talk about the experience of the past few days for the time being.
Gu Jun went to take a shower, went back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed, also wanting to sleep first.
It's just that as soon as he closed his eyes, the scenes of the past few days appeared in front of him.
The death of the old woman, the death of the little boy, those weird twisted limbs, the abrupt and winding blood vessels, the skin with black liquid flowing...
"Huh." Gu Jun opened his eyes, looking at the pale ceiling, the emptiness is sometimes a rare beauty.
"After staying in the Bureau of Heavenly Secrets for a long time, won't you really go crazy?"
He murmured that the growth rate here is much faster than in medical schools and ordinary hospitals, but the challenges he accepts are not the same.
Even though he feels that he has some experience and has experienced many ups and downs in life, he is now determined and clear-headed. But he just can't control the influence on his heart. There are changes in the subconscious that cannot be detected at the conscious level, but they must be changing.
Now he understands what Brother Qiang said better, the more people have inherent cognition, the heavier the shackles in their hearts.
After staring at the ceiling for a while, Gu Jun gathered his energy to take care of the system.
After 20 surgeries in three days with some successes and failures, Tai Ran's cultivation level became the second level 20,000/30,000, and his familiarity increased by 13,000 in total. His surgical contribution is getting higher and higher, but the proficiency is like this , It started to rise quickly, and then it became more and more difficult to rise.
There is still a gap of 10,000 proficiency to go up to the third level. If you continue this kind of life, it won't take long.
After seeing Tairan's hand, Gu Jun opened the list of surgical careers and scrolled, and then closed it again. These are valuable surgical experiences, but he doesn't want to review them now.
He opened the task list again. In the past three days, except for the hidden task, he had completed a common task, and he hadn't received any rewards yet.
At that moment, Gu Jun pulled the quilt to cover himself, and took the box of "human anti-inflammatory drugs" first, which was similar to tumor-targeted drugs, nothing special, and it was packed in aluminum foil, but there were 10 capsules in a row, no instructions, and the information on the box. I can't understand the different text. He put this box of medicine in his pocket first and carried it close to his body.
Then his mind turned to the hidden mission:
"There are task rewards waiting to be claimed: 1 blurred and old photo, click to claim your reward"
Gu Jun nodded with his thoughts, and suddenly a violent and chaotic light and shadow flooded into his mind from nowhere. Although he was mentally prepared, this intensity was unprecedented, and he had to hold it with both hands and it was about to explode There was a muffled sound of pain in his head.
At the same time, above his sea of consciousness, the light and shadow gradually solidified, turning into something 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 opened it for a closer look, he could see from a distance that it was a black and white photo. The photo paper was yellowed, some mottled and blurred, and the edges were a little damaged. It seemed that this photo was very old. In the photo, there are four or five rows of dozens of people sitting or standing, all facing the camera. This is a group photo.
The clothes they were wearing seemed to be the long mandarin jackets of the Republic of China style of those people in the illusion of offering sacrifices to the banyan tree...
Is this a group photo of the Laisheng company? Which year? Anyone
Gu Jun looked at the dozens of people with blurred faces, and felt nervous. Will there be parents in the group photo
He paid more attention to the background in the photo. It seemed to be in front of a giant tree on the coast of the sea. The sea looked very dark. The tree was intertwined, and every branch, big and small, was twisted and full of abnormalities... It was a banyan tree again.
After pausing for a while, he finally clicked on his thoughts and opened and enlarged the black and white photo.
Gu Jun glanced at it, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in his heart, and his wide-open eyes were filled with emptiness.
The dozens of people in the photo, whether they are tall or short, strong or thin, old or young, all have the same face, the face of that haggard man.
Although their face shapes are slightly different, they are just different states under the same set of facial features. They are all very haggard, with sunken cheeks, and some are so thin that even their eye sockets are sunken, like a skeleton. But they all have the same face!
"..." Gu Jun looked at this photo seriously, this situation is not any of his previous assumptions.
why? Is this a computer photo? No, he had an indescribably manic feeling telling him it wasn't…
mask? That's not a mask. Operation? Another thought popped up in his mind: "Did these people have all undergone facial plastic surgery to make themselves like this?" He looked at it but felt that it didn't look like it. No deformities.
Why? He looked at them, feeling that these dozens of people were also looking at him, and he counted, fifty-two people.
Gu Jun recognized the red-clothed man in the phantom of the sacrificial banyan tree from inside, the proportions of his face and facial features were exactly the same; and the other fifty-one people might be those black-clothed men kneeling around the banyan tree.
So... the "host" man is not the man in red, nor is it any of the pictures, it's someone else.
As Gu Jun thought about it, what the "receptionist" said with a strange grin came to mind: "I am an insignificant person, easy to deal with, someone you can see. Unlike those you can't see." Now Presumably, the man's tone contained complacency and mockery...
Because even if he saw it, he couldn't recognize who was who.
Then he had the impression that he had seen this man many times over the years. Is the haggard man 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 question many times before, but he couldn't make up his mind. Lai is a kind of plant, which is a wild vegetable that the poor often ate in ancient times. That's what the dictionary says.
But now looking at this photo, Gu Jun gradually had an idea, "What if 'Laisheng' is just a borrowed sound? It's actually 'Afterlife'?"
This life, the next life, the next life... That man's whole life is the incarnation of each of them.
All people are the same person, just as the different banyan tree will integrate all people and all living beings into one life.
"The next life?" Gu Jun murmured the name suddenly, and the mania in his heart became more and more violent, and something seemed to be churning deep in the subconscious.
In the afterlife, these people seek power from the sea, call the unknown from the banyan tree... what are they pursuing? Immortal
Gu Jun felt that he was a lonely boat on the vast sea, trying hard to find the coast, and finally saw a little bit of light from a lighthouse in the distance. He seemed to have found his way and sailed over, but he just sailed into an invisible To the side of the fog.
He looked at this photo for a long, long time before closing it, and there was still determination in his eyes.
"I have to find a way to trigger the illusion of this photo. I must figure out what the truth is."
After Gu Jun made up his mind, he resolutely closed his eyes and went to sleep. Only by recovering his energy can he deal with this unknown. He adjusted his breathing, suppressed distracting thoughts, and tried his best to let himself fall asleep... There was silence in the bedroom, and he seemed to have fallen into a dream, as if...
He heard a mysterious whisper, incomprehensible, high and low... He seemed to be walking on a muddy road towards a big banyan tree...
The whisper became louder and louder, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and at this moment he could also hear it clearly.
"I am the son of doom, you know, you are filth, you are fools, you are vile..."