Chapter 2235: Chapter 2235: The Astonishing Healer Shocks the World (20)

Someone led the charge up to Yixin Pavilion, Chuzheng held the young man and leaped down.

"Catch them!"

"Don’t let them escape!"

"Quick, block them!!"

People rushed in from all sides, surrounding them, and the young man’s face grew increasingly pale.

"We can’t get out..." he said in frustration, "This is Jueyi Tower."

Chuzheng’s tone was steadfast: "No matter where, I can take you out."

The young man stared blankly at her profile, the surrounding scenery continuously faded, leaving only her with color.

The clamor gradually moved away from him.

Those familiar buildings retreated rapidly, as if peeling and shattering from his memory.

He didn’t know how long had passed when he saw wildflowers covering the mountains, swaying with the wind.

"It’s okay, they didn’t catch up."

Chuzheng placed him on the grass, carefully avoiding his wounds.

The young man’s throat was dry, his voice raspy: "Do you know me?"

Chuzheng held his arm, looking down at his wounds, her tone casual: "Yes."

"But I don’t know you."

"Then why did you follow me?"

"You said you could take me away..."

"So you trust me."

"...Yes."

"Then what are you afraid of? I’m not going to eat you!"

"..."

The young man felt the logic was off, but he couldn’t find the right words.

Chuzheng treated his wounds, somehow finding some water.

"It’s not safe here, we should leave." The young man suggested softly after moistening his throat.

"Okay."

Chuzheng bent down to pick him up.

The young man suddenly lifted into the air without mental preparation, instinctively wrapping his arms around Chuzheng’s neck.

"I can walk on my own, you don’t have to..."

"You’re not heavy."

At this moment, the young man was still quite young, and to Chuzheng, it was no different from holding a large teddy bear.

The young man was already injured and couldn’t struggle against Chuzheng, ultimately allowing Chuzheng to carry him.

Maybe due to the Illusion Realm, time here passed quickly, suddenly becoming night.

She sat by the fire, the young man beside her, staring at the flames.

"You said I wasn’t wrong... Do you know what I did?" he asked softly.

"It’s not important." Even if you killed everyone in the world, you’d still be right.

"...What I did isn’t important?" The young man looked over with a strange expression: "Then what makes you say I wasn’t wrong?"

Chuzheng: "!!!"

What did I say wrong again!!

What’s the point of suddenly wanting to turn hostile!

Chuzheng’s faint desire for survival surfaced: "To me, you’re the most important person, anything you do is right."

"But everyone says I was wrong."

Chuzheng solemnly: "Then they’re wrong."

"They’re wrong..." The young man murmured, unsure of what he was thinking, remaining silent for a while.

Just when Chuzheng thought he wouldn’t speak again, the young man slowly spoke.

"The battles between the Human Race and Demonic Beasts result in heavy casualties, often many do not die on the battlefield, but from injuries and infections afterward."

Humans infected with Demonic Qi cannot be cured with ordinary medicine.

Only Purification Demon Masters can.

But Purification Demon Masters are rare, most are pampered behind the scenes, serving major powers, purifying Demonic Beast Cores.

Too few Purification Demon Masters are on the battlefield front lines.

Even if there are Purification Demon Masters, their purification efficiency cannot keep up with the rate at which injuries increase.

Many can’t wait for Purification Demon Masters to purify their wounds and eventually die from Demonic Qi infection.

To solve this problem, the young man thought of many ways.

Later he had a new idea, but it required people... a lot of people for verification.

This idea was naturally rejected by everyone.

Those people couldn’t wait for the Purification Demon Masters and eventually died anyway.

But if he could create something new, more lives could be saved.

"They think what I did was wrong, that healers should save lives and not do these things." The young man repeatedly rubbed his fingers: "I don’t feel like I was wrong, I did it to save more people. They couldn’t wait for the Purification Demon Masters, they had no hope, I asked them, and they willingly cooperated with me..."

Chuzheng pressed the young man’s hand.

The young man’s voice paused.

He slowly lifted his eyes to look at Chuzheng.

Chuzheng pulled his wrist and brought him over, embracing him from behind, letting him sit in her lap.

The young man’s fingers were rubbed red, now held by Chuzheng, he could no longer continue his previous actions.

"They said I was cold-hearted, unfeeling, a monster."

"You’re not."

"But I don’t feel sadness, don’t feel their pain." The young man turned his head: "I can watch them die, I..."

He... was a monster.

Doctors should be compassionate.

He was not.

He didn’t deserve it.

"You’re not, you’re good." Chuzheng held him tightly.

"Only you say I’m good..."

"Then you should wake up, Jing Po."

"Wha... what?"

"You should wake up, we need to keep moving." Chuzheng’s tone remained flat.

The young man seemed to sense something amiss, reached out to push Chuzheng.

Chuzheng easily held him in her arms, the young man’s pale face struggled.

"Calm down, waking up is good. I’ll wait for you." Chuzheng softly reassured him: "Don’t be afraid."

The young man’s struggle weakened, eventually his hands hung powerlessly.

Chuzheng released him, the surrounding scene began to collapse, their figures swallowed by the dark disintegrating world.

-

Chuzheng felt warmth on her hand, she immediately pulled him over and embraced him.

Jing Po was taking deep breaths, fingers clutching Chuzheng’s waist.

"You... you’ll kill me."

"How could I." Chuzheng touched his head: "I won’t kill you."

"You just... just killed." His tone inexplicably like an accusation.

He wanted to push Chuzheng away, but instead, his body hugged her tighter.

"That was the Illusion Realm."

Jing Po knew it was the illusion now.

But just now...

He didn’t realize while inside, yet she could mercilessly kill him.

"How can you... be so clear-minded?"

"It’s your Illusion Realm."

Jing Po was a bit puzzled: "Then... what about your Illusion Realm?"

"There was none, from the start I only heard your melody."

"...Why?"

"I don’t know."

Perhaps her body lacked something to produce melody, and since she and Jing Po held hands, it caused them to be treated as one.

Or perhaps because she occupied this body...

"I say, how long are you two going to hold each other?"

The Evil Spirit’s voice came from the side.

He had been watching for a long time!

Is it necessary to flaunt your love in front of him?

Jing Po instinctively released Chuzheng, but she embraced him, her cold eyes sweeping toward the Evil Spirit: "How are you leading the way?"

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