I'm not a drama god

Om-! !

At this moment, both the dragon slayers and the surrounding crowd stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The person and the car that had been standing there suddenly seemed to transform into countless flower petals, exploding outwards with a deafening roar. This enormous object had vanished right before everyone's eyes...

Even the carriage tracks stopped abruptly in their original places, as if they had truly evaporated into thin air.

"No... missing?"

"A miracle doctor!! A miracle doctor?! Where is the miracle doctor?!"

"The Twilight Society has stolen the miracle doctor!! What are we going to do about our illnesses?!"

"..."

The entire street descended into chaos. As everyone gasped in shock, no one noticed that on the eaves of a building on the other side of the street, a young man wearing a tall magician's hat and a black trench coat silently lowered the brim of his hat...

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Snapped--!

With a snap of his fingers, he transformed into playing cards and vanished into the wind.

Twilight Society, [Plum Blossom J].

……

Horse carriage compartment.

Square Q, with her long, light blue hair tied up, slowly stood up.

"We've arrived, Mr. Han...please come in."

Mr. Han was also somewhat surprised. After all, just a second ago there were noisy shouts from the crowd outside, but the next second, everything around them suddenly became quiet... Moreover, judging from the light coming through the curtain, it seemed that they had crossed the street directly and arrived at some unknown place.

Mr. Han lifted a corner of the curtain, and a narrow but empty courtyard came into view.

"As expected of the Twilight Society... truly full of talented people."

Mr. Han couldn't help but sigh.

Mr. Han is, after all, the leader of the contemporary medical god path and a man who has seen the world. Even so, the Twilight Society always manages to bring him unexpected surprises. Putting aside the surgeon and neurosurgeon who saved his life, the elusive Huang god path and the play god path who just moved the carriage are both rare geniuses in the outside world.

It's estimated that only the Twilight Society, and that legendary Red King... could bring these geniuses together.

Mr. Han followed Q the figure off the carriage. He saw a shirtless foreign youth and a mysterious figure wearing a magician's hat standing on either side of the carriage. One had an arrogant look in his eyes, while the other was low-key and deep. They were watching Mr. Han.

Just then, Mr. Han seemed to remember something:

"Where is my good-for-nothing student?"

"He's knocked out, on the roof of the car," the foreign youth casually waved his hand.

Mr. Han breathed a slight sigh of relief and followed the three men out of the courtyard. In front of them was an empty street, and directly opposite was a seemingly ordinary opera house...

The Red King of the Twilight Society was actually hiding in such a theater?

Mr. Han was somewhat surprised. As he walked to the door, the Q-shaped cube beside him gestured for him to enter.

"Mr. Han, Lord Red King has been waiting for a long time."

"……Um."

Mr. Han quickly tidied his clothes and pushed open the door to enter.

With a slight creaking sound, the clean and tidy opera house came into Mr. Han's view. The audience seats were empty, the stage was deserted, and only the dim light from outside the window shone on the stone brick floor of the opera house, as if reflecting a layer of white frost.

Meanwhile, in the center of the theater, a figure dressed in a red robe with black patterns sat quietly at a table, a broom in his left hand and a play script in his right, gently blowing on the hot tea in his hand to create ripples.

Behind him, a young man in a blue theatrical robe was looking at Mr. Han who had just entered with a complicated expression.

"Han greets the Red King."

Compared to their last meeting, Mr. Han was much more respectful and humble this time. Although he was the leading figure in the contemporary medical profession and an eighth-level expert, without this man before her, a tragedy might have unfolded just now... Moreover, it was this man who had saved her life.

Moreover, having already traveled through the three realms, Mr. Han has thoroughly understood the current situation facing humanity. Although this man is temporarily residing in this unassuming theater, the power behind him is enough to shake an entire era.

The crimson earrings swayed silently as Chen Ling gently blew on the tea, her ruby-like eyes shifting as her gaze fell upon Mr. Han.

A faint smile appeared on Chen Ling's lips:

"Mr. Han, it's been a long time... How have you been lately?"

Mr. Han smiled bitterly, “After parting ways with you, I returned to the Tian Shu Realm and recuperated for a while... However, now that the plague is raging and people are suffering, I can no longer rest in peace. After discussing it with Lord Hong Chen, I decided to leave the mountain and travel to various realms to treat the sick and save lives to the best of my ability.”

"However... I'm sorry to have made you laugh this time, Red King."

Chen Ling shook her head:

“This is not your fault. The situation in the Hidden Cloud Realm is different from that in the Heavenly Pivot and the Spirit Void... The same method may work in the Heavenly Pivot and the Spirit Void, but here it will only bring disaster.”

"Yes... I've realized that." Mr. Han cupped his hands in thanks to Chen Ling. "In any case, thank you for your help, King Hong. Otherwise... cough cough cough cough..."

As Mr. Han coughed weakly, Chen Ling frowned slightly. He stepped forward, his ruby-like eyes seeming to see through Mr. Han's body.

"Mr. Han, the aftereffects of your brain death haven't fully healed yet, so why are you still expending your mental energy so frequently?"

After Mr. Han finished coughing, his face grew even paler. He looked at Chen Ling and gave a bitter smile.

"I...can't bear it."

Chen Ling could certainly understand what Mr. Han meant. Mr. Han had endured the excruciating pain of being slowly sliced ​​to death for the sake of the people of the realm, almost losing his life... How could he possibly watch patients die in front of him now?

It is probably because Mr. Han couldn't control himself and always wanted to save people that his students set the rule of "only treating mild cases"...

Otherwise, Mr. Han would probably have worked himself to death in the Hidden Cloud Realm.

But the farce just now can't be entirely blamed on the student. Even if the rules were announced after they arrived at the clinic, the out-of-control crowd would probably still have stormed the clinic and forced Mr. Han to treat them. That's how things are in the Hidden Cloud Realm now.

"So what are you going to do next?" Chen Ling pointed outside. "Are you still going to rescue people?"

Mr. Han thought about it for a moment, and finally nodded:

"We still need to... I've already observed the people here on the way here."

"Although most of them are already terminally ill, there are still some healthy young people who only have mild symptoms... Curing them is not difficult for me, and now is the time when manpower is needed, so having more labor is a good thing."