Hospital 444
Chapter 709 - 18 Virgil’s Final Surgery

Chapter 709: Chapter 18 Virgil’s Final Surgery

At the foot of Suyuan Mountain.

Virgil’s blue eyes suddenly contracted, and images of parallel time layers under the Gao Wei perspective flickered wildly on his retinas!

These eyes had been unprecedentedly enhanced at Suyuan Mountain! No wonder the Faust Family went to such lengths to recruit him!

"Fang Zhou!" He abruptly pulled the person beside him back, "Ω is here!"

The tall figure dressed in a white nuclear biochemical protective suit appeared as if it had been 3D printed, the Ω symbol on the chest gleaming coldly.

No words, no standoff, the right hand directly made a "wipe out" gesture.

"Retrieve the high-dimensional polluted Cursed Object."

Virgil groaned, two streams of blood spraying from his nostrils. Fang Zhou’s blood Cursed Object fared worse; the blood arrows he had just formed dissolved into ordinary plasma in mid-air, drenching his head.

Fang Zhou turned back and shouted, "A Shu! Hide behind us!"

"Director of the Department of Cursed Objects of 666 Hospital," Virgil wiped away the blood from his nose, his blue eyes locking onto the seam of the opponent’s helmet, "he himself can amplify the polluting effect of Cursed Objects on our soul structures."

The white protective suit slowly raised its hand, this time pointing at Fang Zhou.

"Bang!"

A bowl-sized blood hole suddenly appeared on Fang Zhou’s right shoulder, without a bullet trajectory or warning, as if the damage had spontaneously appeared on the timeline.

Wen Xiaoshu screamed, and Little Meng, also awakened by the noise, started crying loudly in fear.

"Listen," Virgil pulled out a bandage to tightly wrap around Fang Zhou’s wound, "when I lure him to lock onto me, you use the most primitive physical attack—"

"Do you take me for a rookie?" Fang Zhou spat out blood, drawing a scalpel from inside his white coat, "The problem is, this thing won’t even scratch his shell."

Virgil suddenly smiled.

He blinked his deep blue eyes, "As far as I know, his cursed object’s pollution-amplifying ability has a cooldown period."

The second confrontation occurred within a millisecond.

Virgil deliberately initiated multi-dimensional leaps, appearing with twelve afterimages simultaneously attacking the white protective suit. As expected, the opponent immediately raised his hand to lock on.

Fang Zhou’s scalpel was thrown at the hydraulic pipe of the protective suit’s knee joint.

"Hiss—"

At the moment high-pressure fluid sprayed out, Virgil’s true body had already teleported behind the enemy. His scalpel precisely plunged into the seam between the helmet and the collar, the blade exerting force in seven dimensional layers simultaneously. The protective suit emitted a nerve-wracking cracking sound, but the counterattack came even faster—

"Bang!"

A dull thud as the white protective suit’s elbow struck Virgil’s ribs, accompanied by the sound of at least three bones breaking. Virgil coughed up blood and was thrown backward, but in mid-air, he twisted his body strangely, his blue eyes fixated on the Ω symbol on the opponent’s chest.

"Now!"

Fang Zhou’s blood Cursed Object finally returned to normal, blood arrows pouring into the protective suit through the knee joint’s breach. The liquid spread wildly inside, covering the entire right leg in an instant!

For the first time, the white protective suit lost balance and knelt, electronic noise mingling with its warning, "Warning...warning..."

Virgil’s scalpel lit up again, this time aiming at the helmet’s visor, "Here’s a big gift for you—"

As the blade pierced through, he forced open a rift to other dimensions.

Then he saw, inside the white protective suit, the original Paranormal Doctor. After the Faust Family took control, they had distributed protective suits to the Department of Cursed Objects, and they had turned into these monstrous things.

Fang Zhou’s blood Cursed Object exploded into a blood mist around the white protective suit, while Virgil’s blue eyes reflected attack trajectories in seven parallel timelines. The two cooperated flawlessly—Fang Zhou’s blood chains bound the protective suit’s limbs, while Virgil drew another scalpel and slashed at the Ω symbol’s seam on the chest.

"Warning..." the electronic voice emerged again from the helmet, while Virgil’s scalpel exerted force in twelve dimensional layers, tearing the suit like it was being pulled by different temporal forces. Cracks radiated from the chest across the entire protective suit.

Crouched in a rock crevice, Wen Xiaoshu clutched Little Meng. When she looked up, she saw strange liquid seeping from the white suit’s helmet cracks—it wasn’t blood, but high-dimensional polluted Cursed Object raw fluid. It merged with all Cursed Object techniques, allowing Paranormal Doctors to wield them.

"Warning...initiating self-destruct protocol per Department of Cursed Objects’ seventh rule!"

"Duck..." her scream was drowned out by an explosion.

The protective suit’s self-destruct protocol had been triggered.

In the final moment, Fang Zhou pounced on his wife and daughter, a blood shield solidifying into a protective layer behind him. But no one noticed a cluster of Cursed Object raw fluid, as if alive, evading the barrier and splashing onto Wen Xiaoshu’s neck!

"Xiaoshu?!!!"

When Fang Zhou turned around, his wife had already curled up on the ground. The Cursed Object raw fluid proliferated at a terrifying speed, spreading like frost across her neck.

Wen Xiaoshu would never have thought that the first time her husband called her "Xiaoshu" would be at a moment like this.

Virgil’s fingers pressed against Wen Xiaoshu’s brow, his blue eyes flashing with countless possibilities: "The contamination source is trans-dimensional. Conventional means won’t..."

Suddenly, a thought surged within Virgil.

When the director was expelled from this three-dimensional time layer, he would also be completely annihilated.

Then...

Thinking of the countless doctors who died at 666 Hospital...

He decided to do his last act as a true doctor.

"Hold her down!" The deep blue whirlpool of Virgil’s eyes gazed at Wen Xiaoshu, "Only my multi-dimensional vision can locate the contamination source’s dimension."

As Fang Zhou’s blood chains bound his wife’s limbs, Virgil’s scalpel had already cut through his own eye socket. Without anesthesia, without hesitation, the eyeball was extracted, still glimmering blue as it came out with nerve endings attached.

"What are you..." Fang Zhou’s throat tightened.

"She’s not even a Paranormal Doctor. If this continues, she will surely die. Only transplanting my eyeball can save her." Virgil’s blood-soaked fingers precisely cut open Wen Xiaoshu’s left eye, planting the blue eyeball into her nerve bundle, "Don’t worry, I’ve performed thousands of Cursed Object transplant surgeries."

In reality, Cursed Object transplant surgeries required extensive preoperative evaluations, but now, there was no time!

Soon, as Virgil’s second eye was transplanted into Wen Xiaoshu, her eyes burst with an eerie blue light. The Cursed Object raw fluid, revealed from her blood vessels, was eradicated one by one by the newly acquired multi-dimensional vision.

The remains of the white protective suit suddenly twitched, fragmented electronic noises spilled out of the helmet, "Director...protocol...reboot..."

Virgil’s empty eye sockets turned towards the sound source, a cold smile curling on his lips: "Turns out, you’re merely a pathetic observation terminal." His blood-stained hand pressed on the suit’s chest, "Relay this to your master—"

His scalpel shone for the last time, dismantling the suit’s core chip and sending it back to the higher dimensions.

And he knew, losing those eyes, the long-standing high-dimensional contamination within his body would completely annihilate him in an instant, dissipating him into three-dimensional space.

"He will never have his way!"

Before the words faded, Virgil disappeared from the three-dimensional time layer, like an eraser wiping out pencil marks.

When Wen Xiaoshu opened her new blue eyes, she didn’t just see her husband’s anxious face.

In the multi-dimensional superimposed view, the entire Suyuan Mountain was overlapping with an indescribable shadow.

Fang Zhou’s blood-stained hand pressed onto her eyes, "Don’t look, it’s a high-dimensional projection."

At that moment, Fang Zhou tightly embraced his wife and daughter.

"As a Paranormal Doctor, I never realised, Mei Yang’s curse on you..."

"Fang Zhou, so what exactly is going on???" Wen Xiaoshu wondered if she had stepped into a movie, everything felt incredibly surreal.

"It’s a long story."

Fang Zhou glanced in Virgil’s vanished direction.

Did he decide to sacrifice himself from the start?

"Fang Zhou..."

Suddenly, with her enhanced vision, Wen Xiaoshu said, "I can see a hospital, and Dr. Dai Lin as well."

Wen Xiaoshu had a deep impression of Dai Lin, one of Fang Zhou’s few friends.

"Dr. Dai? A hospital?"

"He’s fiercely battling that white-coated foreigner from before," Wen Xiaoshu immediately recognized Klein, "but it looks like he’s falling behind. I feel... I can go in."

"You?"

Fang Zhou was stunned.

His wife had now become a Paranormal Doctor too???

"Let’s go help Dr. Dai," Wen Xiaoshu’s blue-blazing eyes gleamed, "Let’s go defeat him!"