Chapter 77
Rules cannot be spoken, but power will dissipate and oppression will no longer be strong.
Xie Xubai's perception continued to spread along with his spiritual power.
If we compare the power of the rules that rejects him to a city wall, then at this moment, under his constant blows, a tiny crack has appeared in that wall.
He acted decisively, and his spiritual power, shaped like a sharp blade, instantly transformed into an all-pervasive stream of water, flowing into the tiny crack one after another.
Boom! Boom! ...
Countless bolts of lightning ripped through the night sky, filling the sky above the First Hospital with a ghastly white flash.
As Xie Xubai's spiritual power probed into the rules, the rules, like a cat whose tail had been pulled and whose fur had stood on end, became enraged and launched a continuous counterattack.
However, Xie Xubai has changed his offensive strategy. He no longer aims solely at taming it, but instead strives to find the reasons for its incompatibility within these elusive and intangible rules.
Xie Xubai recalled how, when he was a child, his mother guided him to reach out and touch the neighbor's dog.
The fluffy, warm little body trembled under my palm, and I could almost hear its vibrant heartbeat.
Just as he was experiencing the wonder of life for the first time, he carefully and attentively perceived the structure and origin of the rules.
If there is rejection or resistance, he skillfully bypasses it. If there is weakness or retreat, he decisively attacks.
They used this gentle yet forceful approach to patiently suppress the power of the rules.
Time suddenly slowed down.
The swaying of the grass blades, the trails of wind through the treetops, the subtle changes in people's expressions of shock... everything becomes traceable.
The space is no longer a single, visible image, but is divided into countless irregular, three-dimensional blocks.
In this mysterious and wondrous realm, Xie Xubai's heart grew increasingly calm, as if aligning with the rules.
Finally, in a fleeting moment, he suddenly realized the crux of why the rules were unwilling to accept him!
—Because he doesn't understand.
He doesn't understand the hospital's origins and history, how it operates, or the intricacies hidden beneath the surface, so the rules cannot be trusted with him.
There is no solution to this problem.
Xie Xubai is, after all, a newcomer, and the things the rules require need time to mature.
If Xie Xubai is willing to continue working at this hospital, he can accumulate enough experience and knowledge in three to five years.
He doesn't even need to do anything; the rules will automatically crown him.
The problem is, when that time comes, Pei Yuheng will have to endure the nausea and eat a lot of Fu Zong's flesh and blood, and he might collapse due to some unexpected accident.
Xie Xubai could not guarantee that he could maintain his rationality as always and not be corrupted by the alienated environment.
Before we knew it, the thunder had subsided.
The silvery-white lightning moved slowly through the clouds, occasionally bursting with a loud bang.
Compared to his ferocious appearance just now, he was completely different.
Both Xie Xubai and the still "fierce" rules suddenly realized that the youth had gained their initial approval.
"Since that's the case," Xie Xubai abruptly changed the subject, saying something that wouldn't be outdone, "then tell me everything I don't know now."
Yes, it's because he hasn't been with the hospital long and doesn't know much about it.
The only three people who might know relatively clearly.
Firstly, Pei Yuheng would definitely not agree to him going into danger alone.
Secondly, it's good that Xie Xubai didn't kick Fu Zong a few more times when Pei Yuheng was finishing him off; it's all thanks to Xie Xubai's good temper.
Thirdly, although Director Li is a veteran figure and knows many inside stories of the hospital, his knowledge is not comprehensive, and he has been kept in the dark for many years.
As for the others, most of their accounts were based on hearsay and one-sided statements.
Even if Xie Xubai had time to ask each person individually, he wouldn't have time to distinguish between truth and falsehood in every single sentence.
However, there is one being who can know all the truth and history.
That is this land.
The soil bears the imprints of every footstep that has come and gone. A gentle breeze sweeps across the land, carrying the lingering smoke and flames of war. The gnarled branches of the great tree stand tall and majestic, their ever-widening rings a testament to its history, bearing witness to everything.
The subtle, old scratches on the walls, the ever-advancing medical technology, and the gradually reforming systems are all part of the history that has been etched into our being.
Faced with Xie Xubai's questioning, the thunderous anger stopped abruptly, as if stunned by his shameless audacity.
—I'm testing you as the one who set the questions, and you actually want the answers directly from me?
But Xie Xubai didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Moreover, he always keeps his word.
Before the rules could react, Xie Xubai used the rules as a bridge to extend his perception to every inch of the First Hospital.
This process is not only extremely mentally taxing, but it also inevitably leads to being treated as an intruder, triggering the rules' protection mechanisms, and resulting in suppression.
Xie Xubai's head throbbed again, as if a knife was stabbing into his brain and twisting and turning, making his vision go black from the pain.
His refusal to accept his fate and his all-out drive must have touched some part of the rules.
Countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, condensing and lingering.
They hovered around the area where the youth was, not launching an attack, but hesitantly and curiously observing, scrutinizing, and admiring him.
At this critical juncture, a spiritual force radiating a lustrous white light suddenly rose from the ground, soared into the sky, and merged into Xie Xubai's consciousness.
It's Pei Yuheng's mental power; the other party is helping him gain access!
Xie Xubai's black vision suddenly brightened, regaining its clarity.
The already slow flow of time was suddenly stretched to an infinite length, until it came to a complete standstill.
His consciousness detached from the present timeline, traversing the rifts of time and space, crossing the long river of history, and finally standing in the torrent of history.
The major events that had occurred on the land of this hospital in the past flashed before his eyes like a magnificent film.
Xie Xubai raised his head.
Looking up at this incredible scene, his heart pounded like a drum.
Last night, Yan Shuo demonstrated how to break the restrictions and open the realm of time and space that allows one to glimpse the past.
The power of the gods is something to be envied.
Unexpectedly, in just one day, he will personally experience this mysterious and powerful operation.
However, Xie Xubai was able to get here only by relying on Pei Yuheng's power.
The course of history is personified as a colorful torrent, the water rushing and washing over his trouser legs, spreading out dreamlike colors.
The history recorded on this land is not limited to just a few decades of hospital visits.
Over billions of years, without a consciousness strong enough to become a god, it would be impossible to control it.
Xie Xubai was like someone clinging to a piece of driftwood in the tide, barely able to breathe. He almost lost his balance and fell into an unknown timeline just by trying to take one step forward.
Pei Yuheng's spiritual power was dissipating, and he was on the verge of collapse. He couldn't help Xie Xubai for much longer.
Xie Xubai gritted his teeth and stood firm, calmly and decisively searching around. Finally, at a nearby point, he found his target.
— Pei Yuheng.
It wasn't the middle-aged man with a weathered and tired face, but the young and handsome Pei Yuheng in his prime, his eyes filled with undisguised indifference.
The latter, dressed in a simple, clean white shirt, squeezed into the shadowy crowd, against the backdrop of a brightly lit, noisy, and decadent bar.
Xie Xubai reached out without hesitation and grasped that piece of history that had been visualized in the film!
bite.
The long-lost mechanical sound echoed in Xie Xubai's mind.
The next second, a fragment was suddenly inserted into Xie Xubai's mind, and the content of the fragment flashed by like a revolving lantern.
[In the fragments of the hospital's history, I saw: Pei Yuheng accidentally discovered a mutated monster in a sudden accident.]
He wanted to report the incident to his superiors, but was shocked to find that he couldn't get the message out by any means.
There seems to be an invisible force haunting the city.
It hinders the transmission and generation of information, confuses people's senses, and prevents anyone from escaping.
Unless one witnesses it firsthand or is caught up in the alienation, one cannot perceive that this disaster is spreading.
Just when Pei Yuheng was facing a desperate situation with nowhere to turn for help, those scions of prominent families, somehow receiving the news, excitedly extended invitations to him.
"—You want to know the truth about this world? Then take the initiative and come find us."
The truth of the world, glimpsed unintentionally, is bizarre and unpredictable. Those good-for-nothing playboys are actually insiders?
Pei Yuheng, eager to change the status quo and find out what was really happening in the world, frowned as he accepted the appointment.
Little did he know that it was the demons impatiently extending their claws, eager to drag him into the abyss.
After listening to this scripted monologue, Xie Xubai subconsciously felt uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to continue reading, the gold-rimmed glasses on his face suddenly moved.
Immediately following, the film seemed to be affected, triggering a chain reaction, and an irresistible suction force came from within.
Xie Xubai's heart skipped a beat.
Time flew by so fast that he didn't have time to react before he was sucked into the film, his vision suddenly turning upside down.
After an unknown amount of time, an intense feeling of weightlessness descended upon his entire body, and Xie Xubai plummeted from mid-air.
Pfft!
A sharp pain shot through my back, but it wasn't excruciating and didn't damage any internal organs.
Xie Xubai propped up his dizzy head, his vision going black.
After a long while, the blurry vision cleared up, and the buzzing in my ears subsided like the tide.
He looked up and saw the starry night sky, blinked, and his unfocused pupils suddenly became clear.
This is not the First Hospital.
Xie Xubai quickly looked around.
He landed right in a garbage dump. The pile of garbage bags acted as a soft cushion, dissipating most of the impact and preventing him from falling so hard that he was completely disoriented and passed out.
The cacophony of voices and the energetic rock music drifted from the house next door. The cobblestone pavement, bathed in the pale moonlight, faced a wide avenue.
Is this the back alley of the bar?
Recalling the bar he had seen in historical clips, Xie Xubai instantly realized he had been pulled into the past and gasped.
He removed the culprit from his face—those gold-rimmed glasses that had suddenly become a nuisance.
Xie Xubai gave a forced smile, enunciating each word clearly: "Why did you drag me here? How are we going to get back later?"
There's absolutely no doubt about it.
Yan Shuo can manipulate time, and since Glasses is an extension of his consciousness, he naturally has the ability to take people to the past.
The gold-rimmed glasses remained motionless until Xie Xubai flicked the frame several times, at which point they slowly twitched and rubbed against his fingers.
Xie Xubai wanted to continue asking questions, but suddenly saw a tall and slender figure pass by the alley entrance.
That was Pei Yuheng. He was frowning, seemingly unaccustomed to the atmosphere and noise here.
Thinking of the tragedy the other person was about to experience, Xie Xubai didn't have time to continue adjusting his glasses and quickly stood up to chase after him.
[His name is Pei Yuheng, and his defining characteristic is his obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.]
When a pure and innocent body is suppressed and marked with the devil's fingerprints, is it the world that is tainted, or oneself?
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