All Chapters of Ancient Medical Rising System: Rise Of The Forsaken Doctor: Chapter 41
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Chapter 37. The Sin of Healing
The night still trembled from the violence. Sand lay scattered in sharp ripples where Rick’s uncontrolled Qi had blasted across the desert. The moonlight made the dunes look like broken glass. A few unconscious bandits lay where they had fallen, groaning softly. Others had crawled away, leaving trails in the sand. Rick stood in the middle of it all, breathing hard, his veins still glowing like thin rivers of fire beneath his skin.He stared at his own hands. Hands that had healed. Hands that had killed. Hands that had almost lost control again.Behind him, the entrance to the temple was dark. Luna stood inside the doorway, half-hidden, watching him with wide, uncertain eyes.Rick closed his fists. He could still feel the wild pulse of the Qi, desperate to burst out again.“Calm,” he whispered to himself. “Calm down. Breathe.”The glow slowly faded. His heartbeat steadied. Only then did he look at the bandits sprawled before him.Some were bleeding. Others were barely conscious. A fe
Chapter 38. The Oath in Dust
Morning light slid across the temple floor, brushing over broken stone and forgotten machines. Dust rose in soft spirals as the warm sun met the cold shadows of the ruins. Rick stood near the entrance, quietly shaping a piece of stone with a shard of metal.He carved slowly, carefully, as if every line was a breath. Luna watched from a few steps away, hugging her knees. She still had not fully shaken the fear she felt last night. But something stronger now pulsed beneath her fear, determination. A need to learn. To grow. “Rick?” she said softly.He continued carving. “Yes?”“What are you making?”“A foundation,” he said.“For what?”He paused, blew dust off the stone, then carved another symbol. “For us.”Luna’s eyes softened. She stood, walking closer. “Is that the… doctrine?”Rick nodded. “The first piece of it.”Luna sat beside him. “What does the symbol mean?”He lifted the stone so the rising sun shone through it. “It means balance,” Rick said. “Life and decay. Growth and loss.
Chapter 39. The Doctrine of Rebirth
The morning felt heavier than usual, as if the desert itself sensed what Rick and Luna had begun. A new path had opened between them, teacher and disciple, and the air seemed to vibrate with quiet expectation.Rick sat on the floor of the main hall, surrounded by scattered relics, broken metal plates, ruined data shards, and bone fragments polished by old desert winds. Luna knelt beside him, her small hands sorting through pieces with careful focus. “Pick only the ones that can hold markings,” Rick said softly.Luna nodded. “Yes, Rick.”He raised an eyebrow. “You can call me ‘teacher’ now.”She blinked. “Teacher Rick?”Rick sighed. “Just ‘teacher’ is fine.”Luna grinned. “Teacher.”He ignored the way his chest warmed slightly at the word and reached for a flat bone plate. “Today,” Rick began, “we start writing the doctrine.”“The one we carved yesterday?” Luna asked.“That was only the beginning,” Rick said. “Foundations must grow. They must be shaped. They must be tested.”Luna til
Chapter 40. The Dawn of the New Order
The desert was still dark when Rick stepped out onto the roof of the ancient temple. Dawn had not yet broken, but the horizon held a thin line of soft orange. The air was cold enough to sting the skin, yet Rick welcomed it. The cold helped him think. It helped him keep his energy under control.Luna climbed up behind him, rubbing her arms. “Teacher, it is freezing up here.”Rick did not turn around. “You will get used to cold mornings. They teach discipline.”Luna groaned quietly and sat beside him, tucking her knees to her chest. “Why do we need discipline at sunrise?”Rick finally looked at her. “Because the world does not wait for us to be comfortable.”She blinked at him. “That is not comforting.”“It should not be,” Rick said.They fell into silence. Below them, the buried temple pulsed faintly with the energy of the doctrine they had finished writing the day before. The symbols glowed in a steady rhythm, like a quiet heartbeat. Luna looked down at the ruins. “It really feels a
Chapter 41. Whispering Sands
The desert wind felt different that morning. It carried a thin, strange vibration, like a soft sound hidden beneath the shifting dunes. Rick stepped onto the sand with careful steps, letting the wind brush across his face. Luna followed close behind him, clutching a worn cloth bag that held water and the smallest bone tablet she had carved the night before.“Teacher,” she whispered, looking around at the empty desert, “why does the wind sound like it is talking?”Rick did not answer right away. He knelt beside a line of sand that curved in a strange pattern, its edges sharp despite the wind. He ran his fingertips slowly across the ridge. “Because something is talking,” Rick said softly.Luna frowned. “But it is only sand.”Rick shook his head. “Listen carefully. Do not look. Just listen.”Luna closed her eyes. The desert hum faded. She focused on the soft movement of air and shifting grains. Then she heard it, something faint, something like a quiet sound that rose and fell. Not a
Chapter 42. The Anatomical Desert
The desert was silent when Rick and Luna returned the next morning, but it was not the calm silence they expected. It was the heavy kind, the kind that made the air thick and the heart beat slowly, as if the world was holding its breath. The sands looked still from far away, but as they walked closer, they saw small ripples rising and falling beneath the surface, almost like quiet breathing.Rick stopped at the edge of the western dunes and closed his eyes. The warm wind pressed against his face like a soft hand. Luna stood beside him, watching his expression. “Teacher,” she whispered, “you look worried.”Rick did not open his eyes. “Because something here is awake.”Luna hugged her cloak around her shoulders. “Awake? What do you mean?”Rick slowly opened his eyes and pointed toward the shifting sands. “The desert is not just reacting. It is responding.”Luna stared at the dunes. They rose slowly, then fell again, like a giant chest taking a breath. She stepped back. “Teacher… that
Chapter 43. The Scalpel of Thought
The dunes were still trembling when Rick and Luna climbed out of the shallow crack and moved away from the shifting spiral. The desert slowly calmed again, but something deep beneath the sand was still stirring, whispering faint sounds that neither of them dared to interpret. When the shaking eased, Rick finally exhaled and looked back at the place where the spiral had formed.Luna hugged her arms to her chest. “Teacher… that voice you heard… was it really her?”Rick did not answer immediately. He only stared at the sand as if the answer might rise from beneath it.Finally, he said softly, “Her voice was never supposed to exist in the System. But it spoke.”Luna swallowed hard. “So the desert… the runes… the System… all of it is connected?”“Yes,” Rick whispered. “And it is waiting for something.”The wind blew, carrying dust around their feet. Luna stepped closer to him. “Teacher, what is it waiting for?”Rick turned to her. His eyes were sharp, but also tired, as if his mind had b
Chapter 44. The Flesh Within Sand
The desert breathed again. Rick and Luna stood in the canyon as the dunes trembled in slow, heavy pulses, like the beating heart of something hidden deep under the earth. The sand rose and fell, rising in wide curves and collapsing again. The air felt thick, warm, and alive. Every grain of sand seemed to hum with a faint pulse.Luna grabbed Rick’s sleeve. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear and wonder. “Teacher… it is moving again.”Rick nodded, his jaw tight. “Yes. And it is responding to us.”The sand pulsed again, stronger this time, as if to answer him. Luna stepped closer to Rick’s side. “Teacher… please tell me this is safe.”Rick looked at the dunes, then at his own trembling hands. “It is not safe. But that is why we must understand it. If we fear this, it will swallow us whole.”Luna swallowed hard. “Teacher, what are you planning to do?”Rick looked at her with serious eyes. “I need to open my meridians.”Luna stared at him. “Open… your meridians? Teacher, that sounds—”“
Chapter 45. The Lesson of the Blade
The desert’s voice echoed in Rick’s ears long after the pulsing dunes grew still. He stood with Luna in the canyon, breathing hard, sweat drying on his skin, golden lines glowing faintly beneath the surface of his veins. The air felt different now. It felt sharp, alive, and aware of him. Every small shift of wind carried tiny strands of Qi that he could hear as clearly as whispers in a quiet room.Luna stood close to him, her hand gripping his sleeve as if afraid he would vanish into the sand. “Teacher, what did the desert say to you?”Rick kept his eyes on the rolling dunes. “It showed me fragments. Patterns. Memories. It showed me a vision of a blade.”“A blade?” Luna whispered. “What kind of blade?”Rick did not answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the horizon where the sun hovered above the dunes like a dying ember. Slowly, he turned to Luna.“A blade made of the world itself,” he said. “A blade that cuts not flesh, but existence. A blade that heals by breaking.”Luna’s ey
Chapter 46. The Black Grove
The forest appeared long before they reached it. Rick and Luna smelled it first, a heavy scent of rot mixed with damp soil and something faintly metallic. The air darkened as they approached, like the forest itself swallowed the sunlight. The sand faded behind them and slowly turned into dark soil covered by dead leaves and twisted roots.Luna held her cloak tight around her body. “Teacher, this place feels wrong.”Rick walked slowly, studying the mist rolling from between the trees. “Yes. The Qi here is sick.”Luna looked up. “Sick? How can Qi get sick?”Rick did not answer immediately. He stepped closer to one of the trees and touched its bark gently. A shiver ran up his arm. Black lines pulsed beneath the wood like veins filled with dark smoke.He pulled his hand away. “Because this is not normal sickness. This is corruption.”Luna stepped back. “Teacher is this from the Plague-beasts?”Rick nodded. “Yes. And something worse.”They walked deeper into the forest. The branches above