All Chapters of Ancient Medical Rising System: Rise Of The Forsaken Doctor: Chapter 381
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Rick immediately scrambled on his hands and knees to the next patient. It was the mother with the quiet baby. Rick placed his hands over the baby's small, crushed chest. He poured warm, gentle green light into the tiny broken bones. He forced the tiny heart to beat. Thump-thump. The baby coughed and started to cry loudly. "Thank you! Thank you!" the mother wept, kissing Rick's dirty coat. Rick did not have time to say you're welcome. He moved to the next person. An old man with a torn stomach. It took Rick forty seconds to fix the old man. While he was fixing the old man, he heard a sound behind him. It was a soft, wet sigh. Rick turned his head quickly. A woman lying on the edge of the green circle stopped breathing. Her eyes rolled back. Her hand went limp. She had bled to death while waiting for her turn. "No," Rick gasped. He jumped up and ran to her. He pushed his green glowing hands onto her chest. He tried to force the magic into her heart to restart it. "Wake up!" Ri
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Rick looked into Barek’s desperate, weeping eyes. Then, Rick looked at the young boy, Finn. Finn’s eyes were rolling back into his head. The blue color was spreading across his face. He was suffocating. "They both have twenty seconds left," Rick choked out. He looked at Luna. The pain in his brown eyes was deeper than the darkest ocean. "If I spend twenty seconds fixing Finn's chest, Tara will bleed to death. If I spend twenty seconds fixing Tara's neck, Finn will suffocate."Luna stared at him. She realized what he was saying. It was triage. It was the cruelest, ugliest word in medicine. It meant choosing who lives. And choosing who dies. "You have to choose, Rick," Luna whispered. Her voice broke. She hated saying the words. She hated forcing him to do it. But she knew the terrible truth of the world. "If you do not choose right now, they will both die while you think about it."Rick stared at his glowing green hands. He remembered his vow. Heal the wound of the world, even if it
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Rick was completely buried under a sea of desperate, bloody hands. They grabbed his gray coat. They pulled his hair. They were not trying to hurt him out of malice; they were trying to pull his glowing green hands onto their own bodies. They were drowning, and he was the only piece of floating wood. "Stop hurting each other!" Rick shouted, struggling to stand up. "You are making it worse!"But his voice was drowned out by the screaming. A heavy boot stepped on Rick's chest, knocking him back down into the mud. A bleeding man pushed an old woman out of the way, throwing her into the dirt, just to get closer to Rick. Luna swung her heavy iron wrench, not to hit them, but to create a barrier. "Get away from him! Form a line!"Ash stood in the chaos. The little girl with no shadow watched the people hurting each other. She raised her tiny hands and tried to push a large man away, but he didn't even notice her. It was absolute tragedy. They had defeated the evil monsters, but now the g
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The muddy battlefield was perfectly quiet. The rain had stopped. The cold wind blew across the gray ash. Thousands of sick, bleeding refugees stared at the ground. Scattered in the dark mud were thousands of glowing blue pills. They looked like tiny, beautiful stars fallen from the sky. They hummed with a cold, inviting, painless peace. Rick stayed on his hands and knees in the dirt. His dark gray coat was soaked in blood. He reached his hand out toward the man with the bleeding arm. "Please," Rick begged, tears pouring down his dirty face. "Do not take the blue pill. I know it hurts. But if you take it, you will lose your soul. You will forget your own name."The man holding the blue pill was shaking violently. His arm was crushed. The pain was absolute torture. It felt like fire burning his bones. He looked at the tiny blue pill in his dirty fingers. The voice of Auditor Isaac echoed from the giant white ship hovering in the dark sky above them. "Swallow it," Isaac’s smooth,
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Suddenly, Isaac felt a strange sensation in his chest. It was a very small, very sharp pain. It did not feel like a physical injury. It felt like a crack forming in a thick, heavy sheet of ice. Isaac raised his hand. He touched his own perfectly clean, white cheek. His finger came away wet. Isaac looked at his fingertip in shock. There was a single, clear drop of water on his white glove. He was crying. Auditor Isaac, the coldest, most logical man in the City of Iron, had just shed a tear. He stared at the wet drop. He did not understand it. He had not cried since he was a very small child. He had trained himself to be a perfect machine of order. But watching the beautiful, messy, stubborn love of the broken people down in the mud had pierced right through his perfect armor. He realized that their pain was not a disease. Their pain was the very thing that connected them to each other. "I was wrong," Isaac whispered softly. The words tasted strange in his mouth. He had never be
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"Fine!" Sterling shouted. "But we still have the coordinates! We know exactly where the Ghost Doctor's hidden clinic is located! We can send the army of Hunter-Killers on foot tomorrow! We will slaughter them all in the mud!"Isaac folded his hands on his desk. "Of course, Master Sterling," Isaac said politely. "I will prepare the targeting data for the army immediately."Sterling snorted angrily. He turned around and stomped out of the office. "Do not fail me again, Isaac! I want that rebel dead by tomorrow night!"Doctor Vance quickly followed the Guild Master out of the room. The heavy wooden doors closed. The locks clicked. Isaac was completely alone in his quiet, perfect office. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock on the wall sounded very loud. Isaac turned his pale gray eyes to the massive digital screen covering his wall. The screen showed a giant, detailed map of the Eastern Wastelands. In the center of the map, there was a bright, flashing cluster of red dots. It was the exact
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The Eastern Wastelands were not a place for the living. The ground was covered in a thick layer of sharp, gray ash. There were no green plants. There were no birds in the sky. The trees were just dead, black pieces of wood reaching up toward a dark, cloudy sky. The wind blew constantly. It was a freezing, bitter wind. It carried the smell of old rust and rotten earth. A long line of people walked slowly through the gray ash. There were thousands of them. They were the refugees from the City of Iron. They wore dirty brown and gray clothes. They wrapped thick cloths around their faces to keep the cold wind out. They pushed heavy wooden carts filled with blankets, water, and simple medical supplies. They were tired. Their boots dragged in the ash. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. But they did not look down at the ground. They looked forward. They walked with pride. They were free. At the front of the line walked Rick. The Ghost Doctor wore his dark gray coat. He leaned on his smooth, brow
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Luna gasped loudly. All the air completely left her lungs. Her eyes rolled back into her head. The dark, gray world simply vanished. Luna fell forward. She did not put her hand out to catch herself. She fell like a cut tree. Her body hit the hard, cold ash. She lay completely still in the dirt. For a second, the camp was quiet. Then, Jace screamed. "Headmaster Luna!" Jace shrieked in absolute terror. He dropped a bucket of clean water. It spilled across the ash. Jace ran to her. He fell to his knees. He grabbed her shoulder and gently rolled her over. Luna’s face was the color of death. It was completely pale gray. Her lips were turning dark blue. "Doctor Rick!" Brin roared at the top of her lungs. "Doctor Rick, come here now!"On the other side of the camp, Rick was helping an old man wrap a bandage around a sore ankle. When Rick heard Brin’s roar, his heart instantly stopped beating. He dropped the bandage. He spun around. He saw the crowd of people rushing toward a spot on t
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Rick placed his glowing hands directly over Luna’s rotting shoulder. "Earth Pulse," Rick commanded, his voice echoing with ancient power. "Deep Bone Wash. Purify!"Rick drove the five silver needles deeply into the black and silver veins around the wound. SHNK. SHNK. SHNK. SHNK. SHNK. He pushed a massive wave of pure, cleansing green fire directly into her bloodstream. He intended to burn the poison away in one powerful strike. The green light hit the black veins. For one second, the black veins shrank. Then, the terrible reaction happened. The disease inside Luna did not run away from the green light. It did not burn to ash. The disease attacked. The black veins suddenly flared with blinding purple and silver light. The toxic magic acted like a hungry snake. It grabbed the pure green life energy that Rick was pouring into her body. The disease ate the green magic. As the disease ate the healing light, it grew twice as fast. The black veins surged forward. They crawled higher
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In ancient medical theory, if a poison mutates and becomes immune to all medicine, there is only one cure left. You must find the absolute source of the poison. You must find the original, raw material that created the disease. If you create an exact anti-venom from the source itself, it will instantly shut down all mutations in the body. "The Shadow Lord," Rick breathed out, his voice turning hard and fierce. "What?" Brin asked. Rick stood up from the dirt. The despair vanished from his face. It was replaced by a cold, terrifying, absolute determination. "The Shadow Lord holds the Mother Seed," Rick declared. He looked out into the pitch-black Eastern Wastelands. "The Mother Seed is the source of the Iron Rot. It is the source of the Silver Blight. It is the only thing in the universe that can reverse this mutation."Rick looked down at Luna’s peaceful, dying face. He leaned down and gently kissed her pale lips. "I am not going to let you go into the dark alone," Rick whispered t