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Chapter 385. Illness
Due to his health condition, Jiang Jianxin was confined to a ward at Rose Medical Center, and even getting out of bed and walking around became a luxury.

She was seriously injured this time. After three rounds of systematic medical treatment, all the wounds on her body had healed, and her skin was smooth as before, as if she had never been injured.

But deep within the body, in the gaps between the bones, in the softest folds of the internal organs, the pain and bleeding never cease.

It wasn't a sharp, stabbing pain, but a persistent, dull ache, like damp, cold rust slowly spreading through the abdominal cavity, eroding the still relatively healthy tissue.

She could feel the pulse in some places was unusually weak, and the warmth was being lost in some places.

It was a silent rebellion, a collapse taking place on an internal battlefield she could neither see nor touch.

Sometimes Jiang Jianxin even felt like a slowly leaking sac, or a blood bag that was suspended with the needle still in its place.

Life force doesn't disappear all at once, but rather leaks out bit by bit from those unseen cracks with every heartbeat and every unconscious breath.

She even hallucinated in moments of extreme lucidity, as if she could hear the faint hissing sound of life passing by.

In addition to these persistent dull aches, the onset of excruciating pain is also extremely frequent and without warning.

It was like an invisible hand suddenly gripping her internal organs and twisting them violently. Her body would arch instantly, then collapse due to weakness.

The cold sweat didn't just drip, but seeped out layer by layer from under the skin, quickly soaking the thin hospital gown and bringing another kind of chilling damp cold.

Jiang Jianxin could only grit his teeth, locking all his sobs and groans deep in his throat, leaving only broken breaths.

At times like these, only unconsciousness can offer a brief respite. After all, when consciousness sinks into boundless darkness, it finds a serene emptiness.

But this tranquility is as fragile as a thin layer of ice, and a clear mind, as sharp as a hammer, can always shatter it on time.

Then, a sharp pain surged back like a rising tide, instantly engulfing every inch of the nerves that had just relaxed.

Jiang Jianxin stared at the ceiling, his gaze unfocused, hovering in that suffocating white expanse.

Time lost its inherent flow, becoming viscous and sluggish, as if mixed with the blood plasma seeping from her body, falling heavily drop by drop.

Every second was filled to the brim with pain, stretched out and deformed, stretching out like an eternity.

Dawn and dusk have lost their meaning. The occasional lights that come on and off outside the window, the rhythmic yet distant footsteps of nurses, the slight clatter of food trays... these have become the only coordinates that divide the chaos.

The days slipped by numbly in alternations of drowsiness and excruciating pain, while the nights were endlessly stretched out in the torment of lucidity.

She lived in a chaotic twilight, where the source and destination of light were unclear.

The attending physician that Jun Yunqi found for her, Summers, is considered the most skilled doctor at Rose Medical.

Although he is young, this does not prevent him from developing presbyopia. It does not affect his daily life much, but he needs to wear reading glasses when reading.

After a medical procedure, Summers instructed the nurses to take the unconscious Jiang Jianxin to the treatment ward. He then hurried back to his office, donned his thick reading glasses, and stared at her test results, comparing them to the stack of medical books nearly half his height beside him, utterly perplexed.
"That shouldn't be the case... Why isn't this disease mentioned in the books?"

The rare illness ignited Summers' fighting spirit. He felt that if he could cure this strange disease, he could write a twenty-page PowerPoint presentation at the next medical conference, which would solidify his status as a medical master of healing.

So while Jiang Jianxin was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep, he was also so excited that he couldn't sleep either. He frantically devoured books in the next office, searching for better medical solutions.

One day, a tearing pain jolted Jiang Jianxin out of his daze once again.

She curled up on the pillow, feeling as if her internal organs were being clenched and churned by an invisible hand, each breath bringing forth new pain. In the darkness, even the air felt heavy and viscous, like congealed blood.

Outside the window, the blood-red moonlight of the other world seeped in silently, casting a dim shadow on the ground.

Jiang Jianxin was tossed about in a vortex of pain, his consciousness wavering, incoherently asking the truth in his mind:

Am I... going to die?

The answer, the truth, could sense every tremor of her pain.

Many years ago, the girl on the operating table, wearing a white hood and with her face contorted in excruciating pain, silently overlapped with Jiang Jianxin, who was trembling at this moment, in its omniscient illusion.

Intuition remained silent for a while before answering:

Death is painless. The fact that you are still in pain means you are still alive. Your internal organs, your blood vessels, every inch of you is struggling desperately to survive.

So don't be pessimistic, you won't die.

Jiang Jianxin opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

She instinctively raised her hand, only to touch a face covered in cold, wet patches.

Do you know why I'm like this?

Jiang Jianxin asked weakly.

The omniscient one tells me it's caused by "conflict."

The answer was truth.

[After you entered the conference room, you used the power of the Goddess of Deathly Silence, which contains a large amount of the essence of death.]

[And the healing power of the Azure Leaf God that you awakened before belongs to the order of life.]

The answer, Truth, paused before speaking.

[The fact that the powers didn't overlap in the previous two playthroughs didn't matter, but now all the powers from all four playthroughs are going to merge into you... The powers of the Death Order and the Life Order are bound to clash.]

It summarized its findings and concluded:
You'll have to go through this pain sooner or later, just bear with it. You belong to the Death Order, and that Death Order will cover for you; it won't let you reach the end.

The voice of the answer, the truth, floated in her consciousness, which was being devoured by excruciating pain. The words seemed to come through a thick layer of frosted glass, blurry and distant. She grasped only the most essential meaning—this was an inevitable process, with no way back and no other option.

Jiang Jianxin pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and sensed the healing light within his body.

Just as the answer to the truth says, it is one of the causes of conflict, and also the source of her current pain. Therefore, when that green light swept across her meridians, Jiang Jianxin could not feel the warmth of healing, but only a cold touch, as if tiny ice crystals were spreading and climbing along her blood vessels.

It is merging with the death energy in the meridians, the two forces intertwining and permeating each other, gradually transforming into a colder current.

And no one knows what that power actually is.

Don't worry about things in the original world; the story isn't over yet, and it's not absolutely safe. Consider that the Grim Reaper is from the dark pantheon, and the Savior also went through this storyline. Don't panic, everyone. I'll finish writing this and then move on to that, and I'll collect everyone's work.