Since you compare me to a doctor, then I'll tell you myself—

A doctor can also be a butcher.

Redemption can also be another form of curse.

He switched to the author backend on Hongguo Novel Network, and the cursor quietly blinked on the new chapter title bar.

【Ghost Doctor】

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

Wang Qiang dragged his broken leg as he crawled with difficulty through the pitch-black abandoned city.

Behind him, there was the "crunching" sound of something gnawing on bones.

Just when he was about to despair, ahead,

A building radiating a pale white light appeared before him.

The sign at the entrance of the building had four words written in blood: Rehabilitation Center.

Wang Qiang scrambled inside.

In the lobby, a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask was sitting quietly behind the information desk.

He saw Wang Qiang without the slightest surprise, merely adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and speaking in a gentle voice.

Where does it hurt?

"My leg... my leg is broken! There are ghosts chasing me outside!"

Wang Qiang shouted in terror.

"Don't be afraid, you are safe here."

The doctor stood up and pushed over a wheelchair.

"Just a broken leg? No big deal."

He pushed Wang Qiang into an operating room.

Inside the operating room, the light from the operating lights was blindingly bright.

"Doctor, how...how do you plan to treat me?"

Looking at the cold surgical instruments, Wang Qiang felt an unprecedented fear.

"It's very simple."

The doctor picked up a bone saw, his tone relaxed.

"Your leg has been corrupted by the aura of ghosts. Keeping it will only slowly turn you into one of them."

Therefore, we need to replace it.

"Change...change it?!"

"right."

The doctor pointed to a row of huge glass jars on the wall, which contained all sorts of human organs.

Arms, thighs, eyeballs, heart...

"There are many spare parts here, all taken from those disobedient patients."

"Look, this eye is quite good. Its previous owner could see the location of all ghosts within ten meters."

Wang Qiang was terrified and struggled to escape, but was firmly bound to the operating table by the cold restraints.

"Don't move."

The doctor's voice remained gentle, but his eyes, above the mask, shone with a fanatical light.

"To survive in a world full of ghosts, you have to be more terrifying than the ghosts."

The human body is too fragile, filled with useless emotions and pain.

I will help you eliminate these weaknesses and give you a new life.

"You...you are a devil!"

"No."

The doctor shook his head, picked up the anesthetic syringe, and slowly injected it into Wang Qiang's neck.

"I'm just a doctor who wants all patients to 'recover'."

In the last moment before his consciousness faded into darkness, Wang Qiang saw the doctor take off his mask.

The face was half rotten, covered with countless sutures.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qiang woke up.

He found himself lying on a clean hospital bed, his broken leg now completely healed.

He tried to move, and instead of feeling pain, he felt full of strength.

He stood up and walked to the mirror.

In the mirror, I see a stranger.

His face was pale, his eyes were empty, but his body was more perfect than ever before.

He made a successful recovery.

At that moment, the operating room door opened.

The doctor came out, looked at Wang Qiang, and nodded in satisfaction.

Congratulations on your recovery.

Now, it's your turn to fulfill your duties as a doctor.

Wang Qiang looked at him, puzzled.

The doctor didn't speak, but simply walked up to Wang Qiang.

He slowly took off his white coat and draped it over Wang Qiang's shoulders.

After doing all this, the doctor smiled; his face, covered in sutures, looked incredibly relaxed at that moment.

"My term has come to an end."

The moment he finished speaking, his body turned to dust, like sand.

It shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of black dust that was scattered by the wind.

Wang Qiang stood there blankly, staring at the white coat he was wearing that still held warmth.

He suddenly understood.

There are no doctors here.

Here, there are only one, one, one recovering patient after another, constantly taking over the role of doctor.

Just then, from outside the hall came another voice, dragging a weary body and walking with difficulty.

Wang Qiang adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses that had appeared on his face at some point.

I put on a mask, walked to the information desk, and sat down quietly.

He looked at Yang Jian, who had just walked in, and spoke gently.

"Where do you feel unwell?"

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