I'm not a drama god

The mortal realm.

Inside a secluded and hidden residence.

A bloodstained hand trembled as it placed a sharp scalpel on the metal tray on the table, and crimson blood dripped onto the ground...

Chu Muyun's chest heaved violently, his face as pale as paper. He struggled to wrap the wound below his chest with bandages, and blood seeped out from under the bandages, as if a blood-red flower was blooming on his body.

After the final bandaging was completed, Chu Muyun finally relaxed, collapsing into his chair, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead like raindrops.

After a good ten minutes, his lips finally regained a little color. He looked up at his reflection in the glass, his blood-red hands gently rubbing the bandages on his body, a complex look in his eyes.

The reflection in the glass swayed slightly...

A ghostly figure was already standing behind him.

It was a figure wearing a white baseball cap, with a pair of snake-shaped earrings swaying silently. Under the brim of the cap, a pair of sharp, knife-like eyes were fixed on Chu Muyun's reflection.

"You...you're courting death."

Upon seeing Bai Ye's appearance, Chu Muyun paused for a moment, then gave a bitter smile:

How did you find me?

"I am the leader of the contemporary Thief God Sect. Is it so difficult to find you?" Bai Ye sneered.

Chu Muyun just watched him quietly, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

"Okay... I stole the memories of Heart 8."

"Is it really necessary?" Chu Muyun asked helplessly.

“Everyone knows the situation outside. All the medical practitioners are desperately trying to stop the plague, but you're the only one missing… This isn't like you.” Bai also glanced at his bandaged chest.

"I knew you were doing something shady behind the scenes."

"The way you're saying that... anyone who didn't know better would think I'm a bad guy." Chu Muyun shrugged. "[Blood Slaughter] is an anomaly in the Path of the God of Medicine. It's reasonable for an anomaly to use an anomaly's methods, right?"

Bai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly:

"So your method is to turn yourself into a petri dish for the virus?"

Chu Muyun closed his eyes and did not answer.

"say."

"...Using people as vessels, planting curses, refining poison from flesh and blood, and cultivating serum...this is an old tradition of our Chu family." Chu Muyun smiled self-deprecatingly, "I just inherited my father's mantle."

"But your father is a beast!"

"Even the most despicable methods, if they can save lives, why not use them?"

Bai was speechless for a moment, and finally slowly uttered five words:

"But you will die."

"As you said yourself, all the medical practitioners are trying to stop the plague... My [Blood Slaughter] may be unorthodox, but I am still a member of the medical path." Chu Muyun glanced at Bai Ye's reflection and chuckled.

"If I hadn't been so selfless in saving others, how could I have been favored by the gods in the first place?"

Bai was also stunned.

He stared blankly at Chu Muyun's reflection in the glass. Behind the lenses of his silver-rimmed glasses were a pair of calm yet determined eyes... He was the Seven of Spades of the Twilight Society, but he was also one of the many members of the Divine Healer Path.

"Your medical path is truly..." Bai hesitated for a long time, still unable to come up with a word to describe it.

"You came just in time."

Chu Muyun interrupted him directly, "Right now, seven different viruses are fighting and merging inside my body. They will gradually devour my organs and flesh... The further it goes, the weaker I will become."

"I need someone to protect me until I get the final result, otherwise, any ordinary person could take my life."

Bai frowned at him: "Are you sure that this method... can really produce a 'result'?"

Chu Muyun was silent for a moment, "I'm not sure. I wasn't by my father's side during the crucial period when he obtained the results using this method... And this time I fused seven viruses at once, so I'm not sure if I can succeed in the end."

"Then you still..."

"People always need some hope, don't they?"

Bai shook his head helplessly. Things had come to this point, and he couldn't stop Chu Muyun anymore... In fact, Chu Muyun had already begun to implant the virus into his body before entering the Ghost Path Ancient Treasury. From the very beginning, he hadn't left himself any way out.

"Alright then." Bai didn't try to persuade him any further.

"Let me, the thief, be your bodyguard for a while... and if needed, I can help you steal your 'pain'."

Chu Muyun, slumped in his chair, raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled:

"Thank you."

……

In the hazy light,

Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the white ceiling above her, Chen Ling was briefly bewildered, then gradually recalled her previous experience, and let out a long sigh of relief...

Good, it seems I'm lucky to have survived.

When Chen Ling gave Wu Yi his instructions in the Gray Realm, he seemed calm and collected, but he himself was not sure if he could survive such serious injuries. He only knew that there was no time to go anywhere else, and if Wu Yi rushed into the Hidden Cloud Realm in such a grand manner, he would probably be surrounded and annihilated by humans.

Therefore, Chen Ling could only have Wu Yi throw her into the realm, and then use her last strength to change her face. If she was lucky, she might have a chance to receive treatment; if she was unlucky, she could only try to tough it out with her [Blood Clothes] and regenerative abilities...

But now it seems he's in a medical clinic, and he's been rescued?

Chen Ling staggered to her feet and found that her originally incomplete body had grown back to its original size, with only her two lower legs not yet regenerated. At the same time, a strong sense of dizziness surged into Chen Ling's heart.

The Bloodstained Robe can indeed regenerate from a drop of blood, but it consumes a lot of mental energy. Chen Ling has already consumed a lot of mental energy to regenerate so much flesh and blood from half a head and half a chest... In addition, the previous series of battles have left Chen Ling somewhat exhausted.

Even so, Chen Ling slowly rested and regenerated, and it only took a few hours for her two legs to grow back.

A gentle breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, causing the clinic curtains to flutter silently and carrying the faint sounds of conversation from another room... Chen Ling looked around, grabbed a wheelchair by the bed, and gracefully sat down.

No one would have imagined that the mighty King of the Twilight Society, the Cataclysmic Destroyer and Red King of the World, would one day be beaten so badly that he ends up in a wheelchair...

Fortunately, he changed his face before entering the Hidden Cloud Realm; otherwise, if this had spread, the Twilight Society's "notorious reputation" would have been greatly diminished.

As Chen Ling pushed her wheelchair through layers of curtains, the distant conversations gradually became clearer.