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Chapter 287 - 264 Divine Doctor

Chapter 287: Chapter 264 Divine Doctor

Drip, drip, drip.

The sound of the heart monitor becomes more distinct. Eugene groggily opens his eyes and sees the hospital ceiling.

Pain throbs throughout his body, and fragments of memory rush into his mind. Eugene vaguely recalls the incident before he passed out—

He was struck on the head by a Terminator robot, his skull fractured. Relying on the last shred of his consciousness, he released the Phantom Shifting and barely escaped death, being carried onto an ambulance.

Thinking of this, Eugene turns his neck and looks around. At this moment, he is lying in an ICU ward, his upper body and head tightly wrapped in bandages, especially his face feels numb and stiff.

On the LCD TV right across the hospital bed, a late-night shopping program is being aired.

"You’re awake."

The door of the ICU room is pushed open from outside, and a slim tall youth with orange hair, dressed in a black kimono and carrying a long sword, walks in.

This person is Kurosaki Ichigo, the main character of the manga "Bleach," and alongside Naruto Uzumaki, is one of the three top enforcers of the Toy City Hall.

"Cough, cough,"

Eugene had met this toy version of Kurosaki Ichigo during a script task a long time ago. He hoarsely asks, "How’s the situation?"

"Not great."

Kurosaki Ichigo pulls up a chair, sits down casually, and crosses his arms in front of him, "The nuclear power station was successfully secured, no nuclear leakage occurred.

The Ant you mentioned escaped, suspected to have slipped into the sewers of Lower Nest. The City Hall is deploying the Terrorist Mobile Team to chase him and two other Transcendents."

There were six players participating in this mission. Eugene was on the side of City Hall. Bartmos was eliminated, and Frankenstein was captured and imprisoned in the highest security prison.

The ones still out there are Ant, Joker, and Gouchen. Our side still has a significant advantage.

"I need to get out of here, they know about my cooperation with City Hall and might attack the hospital."

Eugene supports himself on the edge of the bed and struggles to sit up.

Without the support of the guild, he lacks the all-curing Life Potion, and the automatic medical pack, as an alternative, can only treat injuries of limbs and can’t heal the brain.

"I’ll go call the doctor."

Kurosaki Ichigo exits the intensive care unit and soon returns with a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat, of average build, black hair, and a bearded chin with a jowl.

"How are you feeling?"

Holding a plastic box, the middle-aged doctor strides over, helps Eugene remove the bandages covering his face, and says in a deep voice, "When you were brought to the hospital, your entire skull was caved in, and a small piece of brain tissue was necrotic and had to be removed.

It took a great effort to piece your skull fragments back together, and after reconstruction, you might look a bit different from before."

"It doesn’t matter."

Eugene faintly feels that this middle-aged doctor looks familiar. Toy City has a population of over eight million, gathering Divine Doctors from different dimensions.

Black Jack, Soul reapers, Hua Tuo... Some humorous comics like "Blade Teeth" also feature miraculous medical techniques that use glue to fix nerves, seamlessly stitch palms, and arbitrarily transplant others’ limbs ignoring rejection reactions.

This doctor must be a Divine Doctor... right?

Swish—

The doctor unwraps the bandages and casually picks up a small mirror, allowing Eugene to see his current appearance.

Seeing his reflection in the mirror, Eugene shivers and almost jumps off the bed.

His face is green and black, with crooked eyes and a lopsided mouth, the skin necrotic, barely showing his original appearance.

"Now, I am going to remove this protective Halloween zombie-themed rubber mask."

The middle-aged doctor, indifferent to Eugene’s pained gaze, peels off the mask to reveal Eugene’s face.

Surprisingly, it looks quite normal except for a spider-web-like fierce scar stretching from his brow to his earlobe.

"Thank you, doctor."

Eugene breathes a sigh of relief; his face was numb from the tightly stretched bandages, totally unaware of the mask’s presence.

"You’re welcome."

The male doctor curled his lips and opened the square plastic box, "This is the damaged brain tissue I cut from you, you can take it with you if you want to keep it."

"Uh..."

Kurosaki Ichigo leaned in and took a look, expressing oddly: "Doctor, this is half a meatball."

"Meatball?!"

The male doctor was first taken aback, then frowned and said: "My God, then what was the midnight snack I just heated up and ate using the microwave."

???

BYD treated my brain as a meatball and ate it, didn’t it?! Hello, police? There’s a Hannibal here.

Eugene stared, asking with a pained expression: "Doctor, your name is..."

The male doctor shrugged, "Hartman."

I just knew it...

Eugene put on a painful mask, this Dr. Hartman, from the American animation "Family Guy", graduated from Boston University and is the number one Divine Doctor in Round Clam Town,

capable of transplanting a dog’s kidney into a human, learning from video tapes on the spot during a leg transplant surgery, and could even revive a child whose brain had rotted and wriggled with maggots.

"Dr. Hartman,"

Eugene had seen "Family Guy", very well aware how unreliable this "Divine Doctor" was, hurriedly grabbed him to ask: "When you stitched up my head, you didn’t leave anything inside, did you?"

"How could I! I am a well-trained doctor."

Hartman frowned and shrugged off Eugene’s arm, righteously declaring: "However, during the surgery, I suspected you might have intestinal cancer, so I took the liberty of cutting out your intestines and replaced them with a plastic tube."

Eugene’s face changed color, indeed feeling his stomach was uneasy, rumblings and loud emissions of gas.

Whoo---

The sound of flatulence was long and melodious, fluctuating as if a musical instrument, conveying endless sorrow.

"Bagpipes from afar, now that is real music."

Dr. Hartman sincerely exclaimed, took off his cap, revealing silky, glossy black hair like a rock star, lost in the music.

Not just Eugene, even Kurosaki Ichigo couldn’t hold back anymore, hastily asking the divine doctor to stop showing off and attend to other patients.

Having sent off the Divine Doctor, the atmosphere in the intensive care unit once again quieted down,

"Rest here for a moment, I’ll call someone to take you away. This hospital is indeed unsafe."

Kurosaki Ichigo said so, just as he picked up the phone to call someone,

The TV screen suddenly changed,

from the original shopping program, to a completely black background.

On the screen, Eugene, looking haggard and wearing the same gray coat was sitting behind a chair, speaking into the camera: "Citizens of Toy City, hello, I am Eugene."

Eugene’s brain lagged for a second, then quickly realized, he had never recorded this video, "Cough cough, this is a forgery!"

On the TV screen, the "Eugene" revealed a painful, bitter smile, "My identity, a low-level employee in the secret department of the City Hall, specializes in handling some ’dirty work’ for the City Hall.

Such as eavesdropping on the opposition, monitoring internal government departments, etc.

Until a year ago, the City Hall assigned me a new task, to secretly capture those citizens of Toy City diagnosed with malfunction syndrome, and kill them, execute them, dismember them."

After speaking, "Eugene" turned on a large screen beside him to play a video.

The content was exactly what Li Cheng captured from inside the ventilation duct, where nuclear plant workers threw dissected remains of malfunction syndrome patients into the nuclear plant’s cooling water.

The shooting angle was from inside the ventilation duct, making it seem like surveillance footage. The upper right corner thoughtfully indicated the filming time, to prove the video was recent.

"This is the truth I risk my life to reveal."

"Eugene" took a deep breath, speaking solemnly: "Toy City’s City Hall has deceived all of us.

They lied about finding a cure for the malfunction syndrome, lied about taking good care of the malfunction syndrome patients, lied about handing over our friends and families to their care.

But all of it is a lie."