Chapter 301 I Can Help You Mediate the Conflict

Using a hammer to perform a craniotomy?

No. 13's face was grim, and he struggled desperately: "No! They haven't spread to the head, doctor, don't open the skull, no!"

"Look, I personally think the disease has spread to the head. Of course, I will seriously consider your opinion, but before that, let's first... ahem, open the skull and take a look."

"If they're not in your head, I'm wrong."

"Just because you made a random mistake, I have to pay with my life? You bastard! Ghost energy +999."

"puff"

Jiang Chen's hammer was as fast as a dog's. He didn't give the other party more chance to make comments before smashing his head. Sure enough, there was no human face inside.

"Number 13, I didn't expect you to be right. The disease isn't in the head."

"Hold on, there aren't many places left for them to hide. We're about to win this battle against the disease!"

At this moment, No. 13's struggle became very weak, and his hands and feet twitched unconsciously. Although he was not completely dead, he was almost there.

Hearing this.

It couldn't help but feel angry.

There aren't many intact parts of my body left. Do you want the disease to die with me?

"Ghost Qi +999...Ghost Qi +999..."

Jiang Chen looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that the other party was in such a state and still tirelessly contributing ghost energy to him.

At a certain moment, he felt warm in his heart.

"Even with a disability, I still have a strong will and never forget to contribute."

“Once you’ve been caught in the rain, you’ll know how to offer an umbrella to others.”

"No. 13, beneath your dirty exterior, you actually have a kind heart. I will definitely heal you!"

As he spoke, his hand rose and fell, and the other person's arm fell to the ground.

This time, Jiang Chen successfully found many ghost faces and slaughtered them all with a surgical knife and a medical hammer.

Then he stood up and observed the condition of No. 13.

The Yin energy from the other person's body was continuously leaking out, and his breath was so weak that he was almost gone.

The upper half of his head was shattered, and the only remaining facial feature was his mouth, which kept opening and closing, as if he wanted to say something.

"Number 13, how are you? Hang in there, don't fall asleep, don't oversleep!"

Jiang Chen shouted anxiously, leaning down: "What do you want to say? I'm listening, go ahead."

"Dog...dog..."

A weak voice came.

Jiang Chen stood up, looking solemn: "No need to thank me. Although I helped you defeat the disease, I was unable to save your life."

“I’m not a good doctor.”

"You are a good killer," No. 15 added silently.

Finally, No. 13's aura dissipated and he died completely.

Jiang Chen observed a three-second silence and sighed, "Doctor Wu, record this: 18th, sunny, second medical accident. I made a minor misjudgment. The main cause of death was the patient's lack of willpower."

"Also—the path from surgery to psychiatry is long and arduous. We must forge ahead, fearless of hardship, and pave a new path for future generations of medicine."

"You can sign my name on the latter part."