About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"This isn't a 24-hour convenience store."

Asan casually pushed open the door. Although there were several foreign gangs carrying weapons at the door, the film boy just glanced at them and then showed his signature smirk.

"The injury this time is quite serious, Mr. Gold Boss. Was he attacked by someone who is not afraid of death?"

"It has nothing to do with you...hiss...old rules, shut up."

"Okay, okay~"

The man with an abdominal injury said viciously, while Ah shrugged to indicate that whatever you said was what it meant.

He opened the door and let several members of the Sicilian Gang enter the black clinic. Then he walked to the office deep inside the clinic and deliberately led everyone to the operating room instead of going near the office where Frost Star and Orson were currently staying.

"So many infected people... Tsk, are you crazy? Saving these rubbish won't give you much money. It's better to say that you can't save anyone at all, right?"

One of the Sicilian gang members noticed the infected people from the slums who were receiving treatment in the clinic on the road, and said to A in a sarcastic and disdainful tone.

"—"

Ah's body trembled when he heard this, but he finally just clenched his palms, then took out the surgical instruments and looked at the gang member with a smile.

"Don't get it wrong. These people are just guinea pigs in my experiment. Or rather—do you want me to use you as a training ground?"

"Watch your words, brat! I don't care how you got through this place before, but don't confuse us with that useless subordinate called 'Rat King'!!"

Boom!

Facing Ah's ridicule, one of the gang members' veins popped out and punched the wall next to Ah, causing the whole room to shake slightly.

"It's not a wise choice to attack the only doctor who can save your brother's life right now."

Faced with the sudden violence, A did not dodge at all. He still maintained a cynical attitude, but he had already carried the man who was stabbed in the abdomen to the bedside and put on protective equipment.

This kind of operation is not uncommon for Ah. In the black clinics in the slums, almost 70% of the customers who can "make money" are people who have some "gray side jobs".

The initial attitudes of the 'gang members' who originally occupied the slums were similar to those of the Sicilian gang members who appeared later and slowly encroached on the slums. However, as time went on, those people gradually began to avoid Ah Du when they saw him.

But the members of the Sicilian Gang are different. These people are not gangsters. Instead, they are like an "army" with stricter security. Moreover, these people living in the slums are not "infected". They despise and hate all infected people from the bottom of their hearts, and naturally they also hate this "black doctor who treats the infected."

Ah didn't care what these people thought of him. Rather, he would rather be happy that others didn't treat him respectfully as a "doctor".

Ah is disgusted with almost all "doctors". He believes that so-called doctors are just a group of people who turn a blind eye to the sufferings of the world and hide in their ivory towers, calling themselves "saints".

Similarly, Ah also hates himself, more than any other doctor.

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The operation went very quickly. The man's wound only looked scary, but it was not actually very deep.

The only problem is-

"Congratulations, you are now an infected person too."

After stitching up the man's wound, Ah took off his mask and gloves and spoke to the Sicilian gang member with a wicked smile.

"What did you say!?"

The man who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly widened his eyes after hearing what Ah said. He instinctively asked Ah if this was some kind of bad joke.

"The dagger that pierced your body was infected with Originium. This is not uncommon in the slums, so I did a free blood test for you. Fortunately, you are now infected."

Ah handed the man a blood test result, his tone sounding happier than before.

"You guy!!"

"Boom!"

A dull sound came from the operating room. The man from the Sicilian gang next to him roared and slammed Ah against the wall, staring at the young black doctor with wide eyes.

"Ahem... Ha, what a big reaction! Looks like I performed surgery on your little boss? That'll cost extra."

Ah Zheng continued to mock the other party. He hated himself as a doctor, but he looked down even more on these bastards who made a living by taking other people's lives and hurting others, and who took pleasure in it.

"Stop the bullshit! You should have some inhibitory potion for Ore Sickness, right? Give it to me!"

The man grabbed A's collar tightly, and several other Sicilian gang members next to him slowly surrounded him, and some of them had already slowly pulled out machetes.

"Ore sickness inhibitors? Ha, how could a clinic like this have something like that, my dear sponsors?"

"I've had enough of your arrogance and contempt, little brat..."

The man who was injured in the abdomen and infected with mineral disease slowly stood up. While covering the wound with his hand, he pulled out a dagger from his pocket and walked towards A.

"You seem to have misunderstood something, kid... You may be the king of this clinic, but in front of a greater being, you're nothing but an insignificant and ridiculous ant. You think you can change something, you think you can fight against these beings—how ridiculous."

The man slowly approached Ah, the dagger in his hand reflecting a cold silver light.

Ah had seen countless living and dead people, and he knew very well that the man's eyes did indeed carry the intention to kill him.

—Change? That's ridiculous. I never thought I could change anything, let alone this shitty world.

Ah Yong saw the injection gun on the table to his right from the corner of his eye. He could touch it and pull the trigger twice.

What happens next? Haha...it doesn't matter what happens next, right?

Ah Lu smiled self-deprecatingly, and just as he was about to reach out his hand——

"Ah... uh, Doctor, Infected Person No. 22's condition has suddenly worsened! The Originium content in his body is rapidly increasing. It has already reached 40%. He's about to explode. What should we do?!"

The door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open. The girl with silver-white hair, Carters, was now wearing a nurse's uniform. She looked extremely panicked and was holding a clinical test report in her hand that clearly showed no signs of falsification.

"——!?"

The Sicilian gang immediately pointed all their weapons at the "rabbit nurse" who suddenly broke in, but after hearing that an infected person was about to explode, everyone's expressions became a little shaken.

"Help...help me, doctor——"

Following the rabbit nurse, a short teenager in a hospital gown slowly crawled towards the crowd. His voice was trembling and his expression was painful.

"An infected person in the final stage of oripathy...!"

The sudden appearance of this "walking bomb" made the Sicilian gang instantly give up their killing intentions towards A. A group of people left the clinic directly, as everyone was afraid that this source of infection would make them infected as well.

"...?"

After the crisis of the Sicilian Gang was inexplicably resolved, Ah blinked and looked at the rabbit nurse and the dwarf infected person in front of him.

"Sorry, sometimes I can't make a cool appearance to save the situation."

As for the infected person who was 'about to explode', Orson rubbed his head embarrassedly and smiled.

"Anyway, let's go poof!?"

"Drink all of this, now!"

Before Orson could finish his words, Ah suddenly took down a bottle of transparent potion from the cabinet, sprayed it on his face without any explanation, and tried to force the honey liquid down Orson's throat.

"Wow..."

The nurse Shuangxing standing by blushed at the exciting scene before her.

92. After drinking this medicine, you will...

"Although the somatic cell fusion rate is indeed abnormally high, it hasn't reached the final stage of the oripathy infection... Not only that, it's even been able to stabilize the current condition—"

In an unlicensed clinic somewhere in the slums, the young Filin doctor A Zheng kept comparing the test report data he had just given to Orson in disbelief.

"Ahahaha... I actually have some reasons on my side, but I didn't expect you to develop a potion that can suppress Originium infection. This potion must be very difficult to research, right?"

Orson, who had previously deceived people by pretending to be a terminally infected person about to explode, rubbed his hair and said.

Although the plan of pretending to be infected successfully scared away the thugs of the Sicilian Gang, because it was not communicated with A in advance, Orson was splashed in the face by the unknown liquid of the other party. After all, A also realized that the report was not made up, so he was naturally a little panicked and wanted to stabilize this "source of explosion" as soon as possible.

"It's not so much that it's difficult, but rather that there are too few reference cases, and I don't have any research funds to squander. Compared to those—your physique is truly amazing."

"Uh……"

Although Ah was a little hesitant at first about throwing away the potion that he had accumulated and extracted with great difficulty, when he noticed the extremely wonderful physique of the young man in front of him, Ah's previous frustration at wasting the potion was swept away, and instead he stared at Orson with a look that was even more explicit than Frost Star's.

Orson was also very familiar with this look of A. When he was in Rhodes Island, he often saw the same look in Warfarin's eyes.

"We shouldn't discuss Orson's situation right now. Can we continue with our previous topic? The reason the slums and Longmen are so divided is because of this."

Frost Star took over the conversation and glared at the black doctor, signaling him not to think about attacking Orson. The only one who can abduct this chimera is me, the 'Sole True God of the Reunion Movement (SOX meaning) Snow Rabbit'!

"Haven't you forgotten this topic yet? Isn't this problem obvious? The Originium Infection is the root of all the divisions between the Slums and Lungmen. All other conflicts, whether it's vigilance against the Guards, dissatisfaction with the quarantine policy, or tolerance of stowaways... all of these are simply extensions of the root cause of the infection."

Ah Kan said to the two of them in a mocking tone.

"Those incompetent doctors who think they're noble and like to call themselves 'angels' are always happy to talk about those who have survived their care, as if that can change anything. But they never talk about the [Infected], because it's an 'incurable' terminal illness, and no matter how much time they waste on 'terminal illnesses', they can't use it as their next case to show off - huh, even rotten bastards like 'doctors' don't bother to touch it. You should know how troublesome this thing called oripathy is."

Ah's tone was still extremely sharp, but when talking about the profession of "doctor", the sarcasm in his mouth lacked a sense of indifferent joking, and instead revealed his true feelings that he had been hiding.

"You seem to be very resistant to a profession like doctor?"

Frost Star frowned. The young man in front of him was obviously also a "doctor", but he showed an extremely obvious disgust for this profession.

"I'm just stating the facts. If it weren't for the huge sums of money I could make from pulling those belligerent masters out of hell, I'd be happy to watch them slowly die."

Ah shrugged and said.

"Is that really the case? I saw a file in your office a while ago. It was a list of patients you treated but didn't survive."

"—!"

Orson's words made Ah's body tremble.

"You meticulously documented the cause of death for each victim and analyzed how to resolve similar situations in order to save lives. You took these deaths upon yourself, constantly driving yourself forward. Even in the situation just now, even when faced with pressure from the Sicilian Gang, you never considered giving them your only Originium Suppression Potion because you believed there were others more deserving of it."

"...But in the end, it was all wasted, huh?"

After a brief silence, Ah once again put on that cynical smile to respond to Orson, but while responding he also began to fiddle with the gun-shaped injection in his hand, trying to keep his original mood in this way.

"Doctors aren't those who flaunt their credentials by playing with life and death; they're brave individuals who have the courage to entrust the lives of others to their own care. They may not have the power to change the world, but they possess the courage to confront death head-on. I don't know your experience, ah. But anyone who regains life in your hands will surely express their heartfelt gratitude... and perhaps even fear."

Orson said to Ah calmly that he had seen Kal'tsit stay awake for 50 hours for an infected person, and he had also seen the "veterinarian" in the guerrillas tear off his own clothes to protect himself from the cold and use them as bandages to save his teammates.

Orson was well aware that the boy's ideas were too extreme, but he was not prepared to try to change his inherent views of the world.

"Oh, that sounds good, but in this kind of shitty place, what can you change by risking your life to save a few people? Nothing—"

“It can be changed.”

This was the first time Orson had interrupted the other person forcefully and proactively since the two of them started talking.

"All of this can be changed, but only if you can help us."

"..."

Ah was stunned for a moment. In his eyes, this unremarkable boy from the "Pelo Tribe" was obviously of the same age as himself. However, the moment he said this to him, Ah felt a maturity in Orson that he could never match.

He seemed to have experienced a lot, but even so, he would still say without any shame or hesitation, "We can change the world," a foolish delusion that he had long since forgotten and was unrealistic.

"Anyone can say nice things, but how do you plan to change the slums? This isn't a laboratory in Columbia where they can research and mass-produce stable Originium inhibitors—"

"Ah, we've already figured this out, but not in Columbia, but in Casimir."

"...???"

Orson responded to A Zheng with a harmless smile, "No way."

Able to be mass-produced, able to effectively inhibit, and with few side effects - no matter how hard Ah tried, he could only meet two of these points at best, and this seemingly foolish guy actually said that he had already researched it?

"That's impossible. I often check the research institute's literature and news, and there's no organization that would deliberately research drugs for mineral sickness, unless it's that extremely mysterious Dr. Blood—"

"Are you talking about Dr. Warfarin? I heard she does help a lot, but usually it's brought up on the bridge."

"???"

Ah widened his eyes again. Did this idiot just mention the name of the recognized genius in blood and infection, known as "Dr. Blood" as if he was chatting casually?

"Even if what you said about the potion is true, so what? The chasm between the Guards and the slums is already so great that communication is impossible. Now, the Guards' mere presence in the slums is like a spark igniting a powder keg. In this situation, how can you handle the rift between the Guards and the slums?"

Ah once again raised an extremely sharp question. The slums and the Guards were originally able to live in peace. However, after several violent assaults and arrests in the slums, the relationship between the two took a sharp turn for the worse and became increasingly serious.

"I know Officer Chen, Officer Shi Huaiya, and Sister Gui. They're all senior superintendents of the Imperial Guards. If we work together, we can probably find a solution."

"..."

Ah, I have already adapted to it in some mysterious way.

"Even if you can really establish contact with the Royal Guards, as for the slums themselves, the people living here will only choose to trust the Rat King. Rumor has it that the Rat King is preparing to hand over power to his daughter. How will you deal with such a change?"

"Regarding this matter, Ms. Lin is also trying to make changes. She hopes to use her own eyes to confirm what she should truly protect and uphold. I believe she can make the right choice that will live up to her heart."

Orson smiled faintly. From the little mouse's screams during their first unexpected encounter to the other party's graceful but somewhat awkward reaction at the banquet, Orson was slowly witnessing Lin Yuxia's changes.