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Chapter 447. This Land of Mountains and Rivers
"despair."

Turning to the last page of the diary, all that remained was a vast expanse of white.

In the center of the page, a gentle smiling face is drawn with a pen, next to which lies a faded, bright red petal. The long years have made it thin and brittle, leaving faint marks on the paper.

Jiang Jianxin lightly touched the petal with his fingertips.

The healing power told her that this was the invasive species from the Realm of Original Sin, now in its third spring.

It once spread wildly throughout the entire Sinful Realm, robbing soil and nutrients, causing a major survival crisis in the plant kingdom.

Later, it was eradicated by a group of plant enthusiasts and has now disappeared from the realm of original sin.

Ten years have passed since this era of three springs conquering the mainland.

This petal, like a period ironed by time, gently falls into the final chapter of this diary.

"Ugh……"

Jiang Jianxin closed the diary, a silent surge of emotion washing over him.

Memories from the third playthrough fully awaken the moment I close my eyes, overlapping with the awe-inspiring presence of the Sword Master and the daily life of a college student, merging into a hazy, almost weightless experience.

These experiences were so real and so long that only when the third-person narrative in her diary completely transformed into the first-person tide in her mind did she truly believe that this was the entire journey a soul had traveled.

In a daze, it felt as if a warm light was gradually awakening deep within my body.

"Om..."

A pale green halo emanated from her body, flowing gently.

Jiang Jianxin raised his hand and saw a cluster of even brighter and more vibrant green quietly blooming in his palm.

—The healing magic of the God of Blue Leaf has now returned in its entirety.

She breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the two remaining diaries that hadn't been unlocked yet.

There's a minimalist blue diary for Yuzhi's home, and another heavy, tombstone-like black and purple diary.

It is obvious that the latter should be the diary from the fourth reading.

Jiang Jianxin picked it up, dusted it off, and glanced at its lock.

This is a pattern lock; you need to select the correct pattern to unlock it.

However, the pattern on the lock is a bunch of messy lines, and the only difference between the different patterns is the way the lines are twisted.

Looking at it from Jiang Jianxin's current perspective, even a few glances would make his scalp tingle.

It's hard to imagine her mental state in the fourth quarter, but since she has become a god, she must be very far removed from humans.

I don't know what she went through to become the taciturn and cold-hearted person I remember from my third viewing.

Jiang Jianxin tried to fiddle with the lock a few times, but it wouldn't budge. She then put the diary back in its place, picked up the third volume again, and stared blankly at the cover.

The morning light slanted in through the open window behind her, gently covering her shoulders, and then spilling over the open pages of the diary on her lap.

The light cast her long shadow, slanting it across the clean floor of the ward. It turned out that a night had passed without her noticing.

"Jiang Jianxin, good morning! Didn't you sleep all night?"

The ward has a window facing the corridor, and the curtains are usually drawn when sleeping.

However, Jiang Jianxin stayed up all night reading her diary and didn't sleep at all, so she didn't draw the curtains.

Summers, who had gotten up early to make his rounds and check on the patients, happened to pass by her room and saw Jiang Jianxin with bloodshot eyes. He asked in surprise:
"Didn't you sleep all night?"

Jiang Jianxin raised his head, and the youthful face of the young doctor in his memory slowly overlapped with the calm and gentle eyes of the young man in front of him. The wrinkles of time were gently smoothed out in this instant, and then spread out silently.

She paused, a hint of disorientation flashing across her eyes.

Summers assumed she'd gone crazy from staying up all night, so he kindly said:
"Are you having trouble sleeping? I have tea bags in my office that can help you fall asleep. You can just go and get some."

After saying that, he continued his rounds.

A little while later, after finishing his morning work, Summers yawned and went back to his office. As he passed by the window, he saw Jiang Jianxin still staring blankly at his diary.

He paused, knocked on her window, and reminded her, "Staying up all night isn't good for healing internal injuries. Would you like me to prescribe a sleep pod treatment for you?"

Jiang Jianxin snapped out of his daze, then shook his head and stood up, saying:
"No need, I'll just go get some of your sleep-aid tea bags."

Summers led her to his office and then opened the drawer where the medicine was kept.

"Splash—"

The drawer slid out, revealing a transparent plastic compartment on top, with a prescription slip neatly pressed inside.

In order to find the tea bag, he first took out the inner compartment and temporarily placed it on the table.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the prescription in her exhaustion, but the description of the symptoms recorded on it gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

She gazed silently at the carefully preserved prescription, then suddenly spoke:
"What... is this prescription used to treat?"

Summers, who was looking down for a tea bag, glanced at the plastic compartment upon hearing this and a wry smile appeared on his lips:
"That happened ten years ago. At that time, a saint fell ill, and the Holy See invited me to treat him. Unfortunately..."

Unfortunately, he was too young at the time and his medical skills were not yet proficient. The disease was complex and rare, and he studied it for a long time but could not find a solution.

The saint was someone he sincerely admired in his youth. He had heard too many stories about her from the nobles and only wanted to heal her.

So he went into seclusion for a long time.

Then one day, he finally figured out a treatment plan and stepped out the door with great joy, only to learn that his former role model had passed away the day before.

The day before he found the answer.

Summers couldn't quite describe how he felt at that moment.

It wasn't intense grief, but if I were to say I had no regrets... how could I have sealed this prescription away so carefully, leaving it there for ten years?

Time is enough to soothe all intense sorrow.

But when he saw this piece of paper again ten years later, he would still remember that when he frankly admitted that he could not be cured, there was not a trace of blame in Her Highness's eyes, only a gentle smile.

"Actually, I suspect that she was poisoned. But too much time has passed, and it involves the internal affairs of the Vatican, so it is impossible to investigate further."

Summers ultimately just sighed softly:
"I am ultimately just a doctor. The word 'medicine' is sometimes the most useful thing in the world, and sometimes it is the most powerless."

"despair."

He found the tea bag and carefully put the plastic insert back deep into the drawer.

The soft sound of the drawer closing seemed to gently cover up a past event.

He then handed the tea bag to Jiang Jianxin, his tone returning to its usual gentleness:

"Remember to get enough rest. Staying up late is bad for your health, so don't always stay up past midnight. Go to bed early and get up early to keep your body healthy."

Jiang Jianxin took the tea bag, remained silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:

“I’ve heard about what happened back then. Actually… it’s not your fault. It was fate, and as a doctor, I have a compassionate heart. Doing my best is all I can do. You’ve already done very well.”

After saying that, she turned and left the office, clutching the tea bag.

Summers stood there alone, momentarily lost in thought.

For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see Princess Vera's figure.

But how could that be?

The regrets of the past crept into my heart like a thin mist.

He sighed softly.

Today, he is the top physician on this continent.

Ten years have passed since that era of bloodshed and turmoil.

The world remains vast, and the morning light still rises.

But here, across this vast land, there is no trace of my old friend.