Chapter 1472: Doctor

"It seems that our Twilight Society has a trend of being gradually cleared of its name." The girl, Eight of Hearts, shrugged.

"Ever since Lord Red Dust, Lord Cang-Yun, and Lord Ling-Xu woke up and took charge of the human realms, the media’s reports on our Twilight Society have gradually shifted toward neutrality. I’ve flipped through the newspapers of the last half month, and basically, there’s no mention of the Human Covenant or the word 'wanted criminal' anymore...

I thought that even if the attitude of the realms toward us gradually changed, it would take some time to buffer. I didn't expect this Lord Ling-Xu to publicly propose a meeting with the Twilight Society today."

Chu Muyun carefully flipped through the article many times, lost in thought.

"The situation in the human realms is indeed severe... but I don't understand. Our Twilight Society only has a few dozen people. Are we really that important in Lord Ling-Xu’s eyes?"

"Maybe he’s not coming for us?" Eight of Hearts asked back.

"You mean... coming for that new Red King?"

"Yeah, the new Red King just took office, and Lord Ling-Xu proposed a meeting. Maybe they already knew each other?"

"But if that’s the case, wouldn't it be better for him to invite the Red King directly? And it would be best to invite him secretly. Why make it so widely known?" Chu Muyun paced in the room. He suddenly said out of the blue, "Do you think this could be a..."

"Hongmen Banquet?"

Eight of Hearts immediately finished the second half of the sentence, then clapped her hands, looking like she had "thought so all along."

"Right! This matter is strange no matter how you think about it! For no reason, they want our Twilight Society to go to their base for a meeting... What kind of person is Lord Ling-Xu? The strongest Nine Lord who solo-sealed the Calamity of Delusion! If we really go, he could wipe out our entire Twilight Society by himself!

I think the meeting is fake, and wanting to find an opportunity to wipe out our Twilight Society—this unstable factor—in one go is the truth!

Hmph... does he really think the members of our Twilight Society are fools?

He doesn't think anyone will actually go, right?"

Eight of Hearts crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking like she had already seen through the situation.

Chu Muyun’s mouth twitched slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he still said silently:

"...Hard to say."

Eight of Hearts: ...

Yes, anyone with normal intelligence could see the danger of this meeting and would avoid it...

It’s just a pity... they are the Twilight Society.

In the Twilight Society, there is no shortage of talents with unique ways of thinking.

At this moment, at least ten people flashed through Eight of Hearts’ mind—colleagues who would dance and cheer, "Yay! It’s a Hongmen Banquet!", and then rush to the enemy’s base... led by that lunatic Nine of Hearts, who still had a dirty bomb hidden in his stomach...

"Think on the bright side." Chu Muyun added.

"The newspaper also said that this is a public meeting, which means there will likely be many people watching at the scene... I guess Lord Ling-Xu also knows that if he invites the Twilight Society directly, we might not go. But if it’s a public meeting, we can hide in the crowd and participate in the meeting in another way."

"Makes sense... so this might not be a Hongmen Banquet?" Eight of Hearts patted her head. "Too complicated... so are we going or not?"

Chu Muyun pondered for a long time:

"Wait for the Red King’s news."

"I have a premonition... this time, our new Red King is going to take action."

Eight of Hearts nodded slightly. Just as she was about to say something, Chu Muyun began to cough violently the next second.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Eight of Hearts frowned. She saw an unhealthy blood-red color suddenly surge on Chu Muyun’s face, and there were some herpes-like things on the back of his hand, looking terrifying.

She seemed to realize something, her face changed drastically, and she headed straight for the room in the back!

A hand instantly blocked her path.

"Don't go... it’s contagious." Chu Muyun coughed for a long time before saying hoarsely.

"Chu Muyun, just because you hold a broken hammer, do you really think you’re an omnipotent miracle doctor?" Eight of Hearts glared at him. "You’re a surgeon, why are you meddling in other people’s business?!"

"Anyway... I’m also a Medical God Path practitioner. Not to mention that curing diseases and saving people helps me advance... My professional ethics are here. I can't just watch people die in front of me."

Chu Muyun’s face had gradually returned to normal. Like nothing had happened, he smiled slightly at Eight of Hearts.

"You..."

"You should go. This isn't a place for a brain surgeon."

Chu Muyun waved his hand, issuing an order to leave.

Eight of Hearts stared at him fixedly, opening her mouth as if wanting to say something, but after struggling for a long time, she still slapped Chu Muyun’s palm away, annoyed:

"Forget it, what does your death have to do with me... I’m telling you, Chu Muyun, you are my most satisfying work! You’d better not have anything happen to you..."

"Otherwise, even if you die, I will tear your consciousness into pieces!"

*Bang—*

Eight of Hearts slammed the door shut.

As the room fell into deathly silence again, Chu Muyun stood there for a long time before giving a bitter smile...

He turned and walked slowly toward the room in the back.

The dim light of the kerosene lamp swayed beside him. As Chu Muyun pulled open the plastic diaphragm of the innermost room, four hospital beds exuding the scent of disinfectant were lined up in front of him.

On each bed lay a figure who was terminally ill. Their symptoms were all different: some were in a high fever and unconscious, some were festering all over, some were muttering to themselves, and some had weak breathing... There were children, the elderly, and even a pregnant woman.

Chu Muyun put on a mask, picked up a miniature hammer from the table beside him, and walked slowly toward the patients.

……

In a haze, Mr. Han slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was a clean and tidy ceiling. A breeze rolled in from the open window, blowing the white gauze curtains on both sides. The sound of car horns could be heard vaguely outside the window, like white noise that made one drowsy.

This is...

Mr. Han looked down at himself and found that he was lying on a snow-white hospital bed. On the opposite wall hung a square black object that was unexpectedly playing colorful images. On the other side of the bed was a machine he had never seen before, emitting a rhythmic "beep-beep" sound.

"Mr. Han, you're finally awake." A calm voice sounded from the side.

Mr. Han turned his head to look.

A young man wearing a theatrical robe with a red background and black patterns was sitting on a chair beside the bed, holding a fruit knife and patiently peeling an apple.

Seeing Mr. Han wake up, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. The white gauze curtains fluttered behind him, and his smile was peaceful and quiet.

Seeing that familiar face, Mr. Han's heart trembled slightly:

"...Chen Ling??"