All Chapters of Ancient Medical Rising System: Rise Of The Forsaken Doctor: Chapter 11
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Chapter 7: Master’s Verdict
Incense drifted through Yuren Sun’s private study, coiling like smoke around memories. Scrolls lined the walls, each one a lifetime of knowledge, and on the table lay the ceremonial robe he would wear tomorrow, gold threads woven to blind the guilty and reassure the pure.He hadn’t moved in hours. The holo-screen before him looped the footage again: the patient’s dying gasp, the surge of golden light from Rick’s hands, the flare of the rune. Every time he paused it, the frame caught Rick’s face, desperate, alive, far too much like his younger self.A ghost of a smile crossed Yuren’s lips before bitterness returned. “You touched the mystery too soon, my son.”Footsteps echoed; Elder Liang entered, robes whispering. “The tribunal expects your statement at dawn.”Yuren didn’t look up. “And if my statement disagrees with theirs?”Liang’s tone was smooth as glass. “Then you lose your seat, and the academy dissolves under investigation. Do not let one boy’s arrogance destroy what took cen
Chapter 8: Chains of Shame
The hall was too bright. Light poured down from the ceiling in sharp white lines that burned against polished steel and glass. Rows of reporters filled the back, their camera lenses blinking like unblinking eyes. The world had come to watch a healer fall.Rick Franklin stood in the center of the tribunal floor. His white coat was gone; they had stripped it from him when they brought him in. A single wrist shackle glimmered around his right arm, the same wrist that still bore the faint, golden mark of the rune. He tried to keep it hidden under the cuff of his plain gray shirt.Yuren Sun sat on the high platform, surrounded by the council of senior healers. His face was calm, carved from stone, but his hands trembled faintly as they rested on the table.The voice of the lead examiner filled the chamber, flat and official. “Dr. Rick Franklin, you stand accused of malpractice, heretical use of forbidden meridian arts, and the death of your patient, Helena Grimes. How do you plead?”Rick
Chapter 9: The Execution Ritual
The sun rose red over the Nevada desert, turning the sand into a sea of fire. Wind carried the taste of dust and old secrets. The world felt empty out here, as if even God had turned away.A convoy of black Syndicate trucks stopped near a circle of stone pillars. The vehicles hissed as their doors opened. Men in gray armor stepped out, followed by Dr. Yuren Sun. His robe fluttered in the wind, gold threads glinting like dying sunlight. Behind him, two guards dragged Rick Franklin out of the last truck. His wrists were bound in iron cuffs carved with runes. His clothes were torn from the struggle. The air shimmered with heat, burning the back of his throat. He stumbled, knees scraping sand, but he refused to fall. Yuren spoke without looking at him. “Stand.”Rick pushed himself up, breathing hard. “You don’t have to do this,” he said.Yuren’s eyes were hidden behind dark lenses. “Yes, I do.”The guards shoved Rick toward the center of the stone circle. Strange symbols had been carv
Chapter 10: Storm of Awakening
Dark clouds swirled over the Nevada desert like a living storm. The air crackled, sharp with ozone and the smell of rain that refused to fall. Beneath the shifting sand, something pulsed, steady, rhythmic, like the heartbeat of the earth itself.Rick lay half-buried in the crater left by lightning. His body was scorched, skin streaked with ash, but his chest still rose and fell in shallow, trembling breaths. Around him, the sand glowed faintly gold. He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. When he finally stirred, pain spread through every nerve, but underneath the pain was a strange hum, soft and alive, then he heard it. [System reboot: Complete.] [Healer, revived.] The voice wasn’t human. It was calm, balanced, and almost gentle. It spoke not to his ears, but straight into his thoughts. Rick opened his eyes. Lightning flickered overhead, painting the desert in brief flashes of white. He pushed himself upright, sand sliding off his burned coat. “Where… am I?” His
Chapter 11. The Awakening
The world was burning when Rick Franklin opened his eyes. At first, he saw only color, deep orange mixed with gray smoke and red lightning crawling across the sky. His lungs fought for air that tasted like rust. The sand around him was hot enough to sting. Every breath dragged grains into his mouth.He tried to move but chains held his wrists and ankles. Fragments of metal, melted and half-buried, bound him to the scorched ground. The smell of burnt ozone filled the air. Somewhere far away, thunder rumbled like a dying heartbeat.He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know if he was. The last thing he remembered was the tribunal, the chains, and lightning falling from heaven, then, nothing.Now, he lay half-buried in a desert that looked dead, sky still bleeding from the storm. He coughed, rolled to his side, and winced as the chain links scraped his skin. They cracked apart like brittle glass. Something had melted them. He stared at his arms. The skin was scorched, blackened in p
Chapter 12. Scavenger Feast
The sun rose over the desert like a wound in the sky. Rick had not slept. He crouched behind the twisted metal of the burned convoy, watching the sand ripple with morning wind. The storm had passed, but the heat was worse. Every breath scraped his throat raw. The System’s voice hummed in his head, calm and steady. [Life-Qi reserves: thirty-four percent.] [Recommendation: locate water, shelter, organic matter.] He gave a dry laugh. “Thanks. I’ll just ask the desert for a glass of water.” [Humor detected. Irrelevant to survival.] Rick ignored it. His legs still ached, but the pain had dulled. The golden veins under his skin pulsed faintly. Each heartbeat reminded him that he should be dead, and wasn’t. He scanned the horizon. The convoy that had passed in the night was gone. Only dust hung in the air. For a moment, he thought he was alone. Then a faint metallic clatter reached his ears. He tensed. Voices followed, faint but drawing closer. “Check the wrecks again!”“Heard
Chapter 13. The Experiment Begins
The desert wind screamed across the dunes, sharp and cold. Rick’s shelter trembled under the force, the tarp snapping like wings trying to escape. Dawn burned faint gold across the horizon, spreading light over a world of sand and ruin.Rick sat inside the small shelter he had built, back against a metal pole, eyes half closed. He hadn’t slept. The fire had long died. Only the faint hum under his skin kept him warm. The System whispered softly in his head. [Environmental stability: low.] [Body temperature: optimal.] [Recommendation: increase resource intake.] He rubbed his temples. “You sound almost worried.” [Systems do not worry.] He smiled faintly. “Then don’t sound like you care.” [Emotional interpretation: irrelevant.] Rick sighed. The voice might not care, but it was all he had. He looked at his hands. Even in the weak dawn light, the veins under his skin glowed gold, pulsing slowly like liquid fire. Every beat matched the rhythm of the wind outside. He flex
Chapter 14. The First Beasts
The sun bled over the dunes like a wound that wouldn’t close. Rick moved slowly through the sand, wrapped in torn fabric scavenged from the convoy. The desert wind burned his eyes. His boots crunched on brittle bones half-buried beneath dust. He had been walking since dawn, following tracks, deep, clawed prints that crossed the dunes like scars. “System,” he murmured, “confirm direction.” [Tracking active.] [Movement detected northwest, 1.3 kilometers.] He shaded his eyes. In the distance, a black shape crouched beside the wreckage of another Syndicate transport. Smoke drifted from its twisted hull. “Looks like the scavengers didn’t get here first,” he whispered. [Correction: multiple life signs detected.] Rick knelt behind a dune and peered through the haze. Three shapes moved around the wreckage, beasts, not human. Their skin shimmered like glass, cracked and scarred. Spikes of bone jutted from their spines. One lifted its head, sniffing the air. Its eyes burned fai
Chapter 15. Blood and Sand
The storm had passed, but the air still shimmered with heat. Rick crouched beside the blackened patch of sand where the heart had exploded the night before. The ground was cracked and strange, smooth like glass, pulsing faintly under the sunlight. He touched it carefully. The surface was warm, almost alive. “System,” he whispered, “confirm the readings.” [Residual Qi detected.] [Concentration level: thirty-two percent above baseline.] “So it’s still active.” He frowned, rubbing his chin. “That means the reaction didn’t die, it changed.” He studied the scorched earth, heart pounding with curiosity. The black sand wasn’t just burned, it vibrated with faint energy. When he moved his hand across it, sparks jumped between his fingertips and the ground. He smiled faintly. “Blood and sand,” he said. “That’s what it left behind.” [Clarify objective.] “I need to understand it,” he said softly. “Why does my blood react like this? Why everything it touches turns wrong.” He dr
Chapter 16. Learning the Pulse
Morning came without color. The desert sky was pale and silent, the sand still trembling from the echoes of the night before. Rick sat cross-legged on a rock near the remains of his shelter. His body ached, his mind fogged. The glow under his skin had dimmed, but faint sparks of gold still pulsed at the edge of his vision, constant, alive, waiting. He closed his eyes. The System’s voice broke the silence. [Body status: unstable.] [Qi reserves: seventy-one percent depleted.] Rick exhaled slowly. “Then I need to learn how to control it.” [Affirmative. Control requires understanding of internal rhythm.] He nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do today.” The wind shifted, carrying sand across his face. He ignored it and pressed his hands together. He focused on the faint hum inside his body, that invisible current that had both saved and nearly destroyed him. For a while, there was nothing. Then, slowly, he felt it, a pulse. Not from his heart, but deeper. A rhythm that match