Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

"To be honest, we're going to Longmen to visit a pharmaceutical company that specializes in treating infected individuals. While a complete cure is impossible, it can at least alleviate his suffering," Qin Duanyu said with a smile.

“But…we don’t have the money…we definitely can’t afford it…” Old Neptune lowered his head and said helplessly.

While he was in the army, he heard rumors that some wealthy families abroad had contracted Oripathy, which bankrupted their entire families. This intractable disease was a money-devouring monster, and even if the entire village sold everything, they might not be able to afford it.

"Payment? Uncle Nip, have you developed amnesia? I already gave it to you, and I haven't even had a chance to eat it yet!" Qin Duanyu waved the bag in her hand and said with a smile.

This time, he didn't have any intention of taking advantage of Boris's kindness when he picked up the dog. The old people still needed Boris's care. Even if the island was short of strong thugs, it wouldn't be enough to take away their only attachment.

Old Nip and the villagers escorted them all the way to the village entrance, and only dispersed slowly after watching them disappear from sight.

The meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer.

Although you looked pathetic because you didn't know anything, you looked really cool just now!

……

"Hey, hurry up and take care of your enemy! What are you waiting for?!"

"You can lift such heavy stones when you're working, but you have no strength at all when you hit someone!"

"That's right, one of you two has to die today, or you both will die!"

The constant shouts and curses made Boris shiver, recognizing it as a scene he had experienced countless times in his nightmares.

A mine on the border of Ursus.

Originally, everyone thought that they were just arrested for not being able to pay taxes, and that they would only have to do farm work and hard labor. After working for a certain number of years, they could naturally return to Xige Village to farm. But who knew that their first task would be to clear the ruins after a natural disaster.

The reason given was that the mayor felt the ruins were an eyesore and seriously affected the city's appearance. Although some people mustered up the courage to raise objections, what room was there for a group of farmers to resist under the threat of knives and guns?

Thus, without any protective gear or experience in dealing with Originium crystals, they unsurprisingly became infected. Subsequently, the young people of Sig Village, along with their fellow workers, were sent to the mine.

As for the names of the mines? It wasn't that he didn't remember, but rather that there was no need to choose them. Their existence was simply to consume the infected more quickly and, incidentally, extract the last bit of remaining value.

"Boris, make your move, or we'll all die here!" A young man who looked somewhat like Uncle Neptune shouted at Boris in a low voice.

Little Nip, the village chief's son, and his childhood best friend, were not enemies. Yet, at this moment, the two were facing off in an iron cage, weapons in hand and shirtless.

The battle ended with Boris leaning against the iron cage, panting heavily, while Little Neptune lay in a pool of blood, a satisfied smile on his face. He had willingly died at Boris's hands.

With a single, gentle slit in the throat, he killed his best friend, and with him, the Boris of the past.

"This is just the first one. Let's put another one in and fight him. Let's see how long he can last!" The overseers outside the iron cage were still not satisfied and pushed another infected miner into the cage.

Relax, it's nothing, just like killing a wild beast... By the time he was rescued by the Reunion Movement, his hands were stained with blood, including blood from his companions who had left with him from Sig Village.

The moment he was freed from his restraints, he grabbed a military knife and charged at the supervising police officers like a madman, fighting with a frenzied style of sacrificing his life to vent his grief and anger.

After all the military and police officers had fallen, Boris turned his gaze to the residential area, to the trembling innocent people. The Reunion Movement members next to him tried to pull him back, but were violently knocked to the ground.

Just then, a silver-haired dragon girl dressed in black walked out. She was as elegant as if she were attending a cocktail party, rather than liberating a mine through battle. She subdued the furious Boris with a single move.

“Filled with anger and hatred, you are an excellent warrior.” The silver-haired dragon girl said calmly as the sword’s spine pressed heavily on his shoulder, “But this hatred of yours should not be vented on the innocent, but directed at the real oppressors.”

“Okay!” Boris, who had gradually calmed down, looked at the woman and child whose eyes were filled with fear, and nodded solemnly.

He was grateful to Talulah for preventing him from taking that irreversible step.

The residential area is just for ordinary people who are responsible for cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the soldiers and police. They are also oppressed and tortured, and their lives are not much better than theirs, just like the elders who stayed in Xige Village.

The blade of vengeance should not be stained with the blood of the innocent.

From then on, Talulah had a berserker warrior by her side, charging into battle with an Eastern longsword. Heavy armor was like paper in front of him, and every swing brought endless despair to the enemy.

Almost all members of the Reunion Movement felt that it was only a matter of time before this man, codenamed Avenger, became a high-ranking official qualified to stand behind Talulah.

If he hadn't witnessed Talulah strolling leisurely through the city engulfed in flames, and turning a blind eye to her subordinates' wanton slaughter of the city's citizens, he might still have remained with the Reunion Movement.

His subsequent mission to assist Mephisto in attacking surrounding large towns and capturing civilians to turn them into herds further extinguished his last shred of hope for Talulah.

Boris, who always charged ahead in battle, fled like a coward for the first time. He couldn't imagine what he would do if the attack was on Sig Village.

The Integration Movement has changed.

Disheartened, Boris took advantage of his identity one night to successfully leave Chern City and return to Sig Village following his memories. The warmth and lack of prejudice of the old people made him feel even more guilty.

Boris now has only one thought in his mind.

Taking good care of the elderly is a form of atonement.

Section 211, Chapter 33: Who exactly are you?

Clang!

With a violent jolt, Boris awoke to find himself lying in the back of a truck, with Qin Duanyu and the others sitting beside him, who should have left long ago.

"Where am I? This isn't the road to Sig Village, let me out!" Through the open back door, Boris could easily see the completely unfamiliar scenery, and he struggled to get up.

"Calm down. I just brought you to Lungmen for Oripathy treatment. Don't worry, I'm not going to sell you off." Qin Duanyu shrugged and said calmly, "If we continue to ignore this, do you want to bury your child?"

After briefly recounting what happened after he fell into a coma, Boris finally calmed down. He was also aware of his physical condition and knew that treatment was necessary if he wanted all the elderly to truly enjoy their later years.

"What's going on with this vehicle?" He dusted himself off and leaned against the carriage, asking curiously.

"Oh, this is a truck going to the quarry to transport marble. I talked to the driver for a bit, and he gave us a ride," Qin Duanyu said casually, while the others next to her looked a little embarrassed.

After arriving near Longmen, they often encountered vehicles transporting goods to and from nearby towns on the main road. They could easily flag down large trucks by having two girls wave them down, and then five burly men would come forward to negotiate amicably.

So, before the kind and amiable truck driver could even utter a curse, he readily agreed, faced with the gleaming sabers and muscular physiques of the guards.

Using this method, they saved a lot of time; a journey that would normally take four or five days on foot was completed in just two days.

Soon, the truck arrived at the checkpoint, which was as bustling as ever.

"My lords, it's not that I don't want to give you a ride anymore, but the inspection system here in Longmen is very strict. You have to go through that passage over there, and it may take a long time..." The driver stopped the car, came to the back of the truck, and said with a bitter face, fearing that these tough guys in front of him might start a fight at the slightest provocation.

"Thank you so much, uncle. You truly are a good citizen of Longmen!" Qin Duanyu patted the driver on the shoulder and, amidst the driver's forced smile, handed him a few blue bills.

"Have you prepared tents and dry rations? I heard it will take several days to get into the city, which may not be an easy task," Boris asked with a frown and some concern.

As a prospective executive of the Reunion Movement, he was naturally quite familiar with the situation in Lungmen, since it was the next target of attack, and the intelligence personnel had prepared very detailed information about it.

One of the requests was that although Lungmen is said to be open, the supervision of infected people is still very strict, and it is extremely troublesome to enter the city. They requested more funds to facilitate the process.

Then, he saw Qin Duanyu walk to the special passage next to him, say a few words in Yan language, and then take out an envelope and stuff it into the other party's hand. They readily let him through without even having to do any testing for infected persons.

That envelope probably contained Lungmen Dollars, but how much money could you put in such a thin envelope? *Ursus curse*, that little bastard, he probably took a kickback! Boris, who swaggered into the city, wished he could strangle that Reunion agent.

Surely this fledgling nobleman doesn't know the top bigwigs of Lungmen and is some kind of high-level privileged dog, right?

Boris followed the group to the checkpoint's office. The small building had been destroyed in W's previous attack and was still not fully repaired; ruins could still be seen.

"Doctor, why did you change your clothes? I almost didn't recognize you." A Sarkaz police officer led several officers out from inside, his face pale and thin with sunken eyes, but a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, Xiao Ma, so you're in charge of the patrol today? Didn't we confirm your identity over the phone? Why bother coming out?" Qin Duanyu greeted him familiarly, and the two walked to the other side with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"It's almost time to leave work, can I take you back to Rhodes Island? By the way, I'd like to ask you a question, Doctor," Machider asked with a fawning expression.

"What do you want to learn? Haven't I already taught you all the tricks for picking up girls?" Qin Duanyu raised an eyebrow. To deal with this kid, he had even borrowed a copy of "One Hundred Tricks for Dating" from Croissant to fool him.

"You should understand my current state, right? You must have a secret to being able to juggle so many girls!" Machidir pointed to her dark circles and said helplessly.

"Sure, but you have to do me a small favor." Qin Duanyu smiled mysteriously and whispered a few words to Machidir.

Boris, who couldn't understand Yan language at all, suddenly felt a chill.

……

Looking out at the towering steel jungle, Boris felt like he was dreaming. He had never imagined that entering Lungmen city would be so easy, especially in a police car.

"Rasputin, isn't this considered smuggling? Is it really okay for us to ride into the city in a police car like this?" Boris asked somewhat uneasily, even though he had already defected from the Reunion Movement and didn't need to worry about being shot on the spot.

However, Lungmen has never been lenient in dealing with infected individuals who illegally enter the country.

"Don't worry, this is my classmate from when I was studying abroad. Otherwise, do you think we could get into the city so easily?" Qin Duanyu said proudly, and gave a thumbs up to the Sakorta police officer driving in front.

"If that's the case, then why make me dress like this?" Boris looked down at his straitjacket and asked irritably.

No one knows what Qin Duanyu said, but the Sakorta policeman brought out this item and gestured for him to put it on. Considering his weakened state due to Oripathy and the fact that this was the other party's territory, Boris had no choice but to comply.

Then, he and Qin Duanyu got into the police car, while Vika and the others got into two other cars.

"Ah, there's nothing I can do. The fees for getting into the city have changed, especially for infected people. So I lied to him and said you were mentally ill." Qin Duanyu spread his hands and said with feigned helplessness, "Don't worry, after I get you to the hospital, I'll have a doctor who is an expert in Oripathy treat you."

"You..." Boris was about to utter a few curse words from Ursus when he suddenly choked up.

Fortunately, the trip to Longmen was paid for by others, and as long as it can alleviate my condition, there is really nothing to complain about. But now that I've been turned into this state, I just can't bring myself to say "thank you."

A dozen minutes later, the police car finally stopped. Boris tried his best to look out and found that it was a huge black steel building that didn't look like a hospital at all.

However, the occasional emergence of a few injured patients from inside somewhat reassured him. It shouldn't be some shady clinic that harvests organs, and besides, as an infected person, no one would dare use his organs anyway.

At that moment, several nurses in white coats rushed out pushing a bed, quickly placed Boris on it, and deftly tied him with several leather belts as thick as a palm.

"What's going on now?" Boris, who was tied up, struggled to lift his head and roared at Qin Duanyu, who was standing directly opposite him.

“It’s a protective bed for mental patients. Of course, we have to make the performance convincing so that no one will notice anything amiss.” Qin Duanyu gestured to the agents to push him away, and followed behind at a leisurely pace. “Yes, you look just like a mental patient right now. Your performance is excellent.”

After struggling for a while and finding it all futile, Boris resigned himself to lying on the bed. As he passed the door, the mark hanging on it looked vaguely familiar, but since everything was upside down from his supine position, he couldn't make out what it was.

Soon, they arrived at a quiet hospital room.

It wasn't exactly quiet; someone would suddenly let out a scream, and then there would be no more sound.

"Who, who are you? What do you want?" Boris asked anxiously, but with the straitjacket and protective bed, he couldn't break free at all.

"The silly son of a minor noble family, what else could it be?" Qin Duanyu replied with a smile, then called over a green-haired girl, "Dr. Gavial, this is a patient with severe Oripathy. We must give him a good job, the full package!"

You dared to talk back to me like that? Now that you're on my turf, I won't believe I won't make things difficult for you!

Section 213, Chapter 34: Even a porter wants to impersonate a doctor?

"Bo never holds grudges..."

Hearing the screams in the room suddenly subside, Qin Duanyu hummed a strange tune.

He could assure himself that he allowed Gavial to treat Boris simply because her treatment method was the most effective and would allow Boris to return to Sig Village as soon as possible; he had absolutely no intention of settling a personal score.

Yes, that's it. We've made proper arrangements for Boris, which is a way of giving Uncle Neptune and the others an explanation. Qin Duanyu took out the biscuits she hadn't finished eating and popped one into her mouth.