I was a charlatan in India

Shenhe tried to force himself to escape, but his gaze still unconsciously traveled through time and space, landing on Mina's room.

The high-caste doctor put down his clean medicine box with a slow and professional motion.

The lid was opened, revealing a dark purple velvet cloth lining the inside, with clean utensils neatly arranged.

Inside were copper expanders, smooth scrapers...

And there were small jars filled with special medicinal liquids, made of different materials, each with a different purpose.

He didn't act immediately, but first took out a clean white linen cloth and carefully wiped each finger, then spoke with a slight apology.

"Miss Mina, my name is Yandi. I've been asked by your father to examine you."

"It's about getting rid of the baby in her womb."

Vasudiv corrected him curtly.

Yan Di frowned slightly.

After carefully examining Mina for a few moments, he made a preliminary judgment and turned to Vasudiv, his tone tinged with pity.

"The baby is already in place. If we forcibly remove it, it will likely cause great harm to Miss Mina."

"In the future, there is a high chance that they will be unable to have children, and their lives may also be in danger."

"So, you really want to..."

Vasudiv's fingers curled slightly.

But after a few breaths, his face hardened, he met the doctor's gaze, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Do it."

Upon hearing this, Yandi hesitated for a moment, but still nodded helplessly.

He picked up a small bronze stove with a long, thin, curved spout, and then took out a brown jar, scooping out some powder from it.

After determining the proportions, add a few drops of thick, amber-colored ointment, pour it all into the stove, and ignite it with a tinderbox.

Soon, a wisp of smoke, carrying a strange sweet fragrance and bluish in color, rose from the curved nozzle.

He turned to Mina and reassured her.

"Miss Mina, this contains datura seeds and millet ointment."

"They can create a numbing effect, so you won't feel much pain."

"I will do my best to protect your health, no matter what, please rest assured."

Yandi took out a cloth and covered her mouth and nose, then fanned herself slightly with her hand.

With this movement, the smoke began to drift towards Mina.

Mina did not flinch, nor did she even look at the approaching plumes of smoke, nor did she plead with her father to change his mind.

Her heavens remained silent.

"Oh God, if this is your plan..."

"If the suffering I am about to endure is also a scene already written in your grand lira..."

"Then...Mina accepts..."

She accepted.

She accepted it calmly, like a devout martyr.

"I beg you to have mercy and guide this innocent child to safety."

She closed her eyes and let the smoke engulf her.

no no!

Lying in his hospital bed, Shenhe could no longer escape his fate.

He did indeed crave modernity and truly hated India's damned environment; he longed to be a human being rather than live in the lingam.

But this shouldn't be the case.

This can't be done!

He gave her hope, made promises, and then watched helplessly as she was slaughtered like livestock, forced to accept her fate.

Mina can accept it, but Shenhe cannot!

What the hell is the difference between this and Vasudiv, and those indifferent gods?

Moreover, if Agni did indeed miscarry, he might still die along with her.

After all, it seems that he and his followers are still in contact.

Therefore, from any perspective, he had to stop this!

"Let me through!"

"Damn it! What's wrong with modern life? If I can come back once, I can come back a second time!"

go with!

Once we can reach that space, whether it's manipulating incense ash or creating illusions, stopping this matter will be a piece of cake!

Or you can bring Mina to your place, either way is fine!

"The power of asceticism! Great Heaven!? Answer me!"

However, the power did not react at all.

Although he can see believers and undoubtedly still holds a divine office, what now occupies him is a mortal body.

He was unable to mobilize the power of asceticism.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Shenhe River struggles anxiously.

"Incense ash, a Falun (Buddhist prayer wheel), anything! Stop this damned doctor for me!"

"Damn it, Shenhe, you can't even protect your believers, what kind of god are you!"

"Move!!!"

Shenhe frantically issued orders, attempting to manipulate something.

He imagined the incense ash dancing in the air, imagined the lingam glowing, and even silently recited the murmurs that dispel his unease.

However, nothing worked.

Willpower is like a flying insect trapped in amber, flapping its wings frantically, yet unable to stir even the slightest breeze.

This feeling of helplessness is more disgusting than a hangover.

"Damn it, anyone, just respond to me!"

"Stop him! Do something! Don't let that bastard touch her!!!"

Mina believed in herself.

As her god, I should protect her.

Shenhe was absolutely convinced at that moment that this was his responsibility.

The proper attitude a deity should have towards believers.

Mina's side.

As she inhaled the smoke, her vision gradually blurred, and her body became numb and unable to move.

"Please excuse us from here."

It's almost time.

Yandi turned around and gestured to Vasudif.

Seeing the other party hesitate, he added, "This is to protect Miss Mina; otherwise, it would be difficult for her to get along with you openly in the future."

Vasudiv hesitated for a moment, then left the room with a cold expression.

Next, Yandi began to sterilize the instruments.

The methods of abortion in this era were very primitive, usually only the following two.

The most common method is to administer a toxic liquid into the mother's body, usually at a level that would kill the fetus but allow the mother to survive.

But it's not suitable for Mina, who is at least seven or eight months pregnant.

Once a fetus is formed, it is more resilient than you might imagine.

Mina will most likely die along with her child.

The other method is very similar to physical curettage.

Essentially, it destroys the embryo, almost always causing massive bleeding and making infection very easy.

It seems that this is the only way to deal with Comina's situation.

Yandi frowned; he felt disgusted.

Frankly, from a doctor's perspective, it's safer for Mina to give birth to this child.

Even if they secretly hide away and deny the mother-son relationship.

But since his employer insisted, he had no choice but to comply, because even without Yandi, other doctors would have done the job.

At least he would try his best to save Mina's life.

He had heard that some quack doctors used methods such as violently striking the pregnant woman's stomach or even piercing her abdomen with an iron hook to induce an abortion.

If the mother survives, she can take the money and leave.

If someone dies, they claim that their foundation was too weak and that they have done their best, or they might even change their name and continue to swindle and deceive.

This kind of guy is a disgrace to the medical profession.

Yandi sighed softly as she worked with the tools.

To be honest, terminating the birth of a child makes him feel guilty.

This is undoubtedly killing.

He studied medicine because he wanted to heal the sick and save lives.

The disinfection process was lengthy, and Yandi dawdled a bit, but eventually she had to face this step.

He took a deep breath, picked up his tools, and slowly walked towards Mina.

Shenhe saw this and was extremely anxious.

"Damn it..."

"Respond to me! Damn ascetic power, stop him!"

Yandi was already standing in front of Mina's bed.

He bowed slightly: "Miss Mina, I'm very sorry."

"Damn it, just stop already!"

Shenhe screamed frantically, desperate to stop it all.

However, the power remained silent.

He now has a mortal body, without a medium, so he can't even make a wish, let alone respond to himself.

Oh, right, the medium!

Just like that, I'll pinch out a linga tree right here!

I don't know if it will work, but I can only try it as a last resort!

Shenhe suddenly sat up, fighting off the dizziness, and looked around, trying to find suitable materials.

The ward was spotless, and the only thing that could be described as cylindrical was that damned IV drip.

Damn it, I'll give it a try!

He yanked out the needle and grabbed the IV bag.

"Respond to me!"

"Please help Mina no matter what! Stop that doctor!"

The medicine slowly flowed out along the needle, and blood seeped out from the back of my hand.

However, silence remained.

Regardless of whether this thing counts as a Linga or not, even if it could make up the numbers, Shenhe is not in the space and cannot respond to me.

He tried to live inside the IV drip.

But clearly, this absurd idea did not succeed.

As Shenhe watched the doctor named Yandi approach, his heart sank.

suddenly.

A timid voice, filled with hesitation, echoed in my mind!

"Big, Big Brother Tian?"