Collapse, survive

Even after leaving the city, Wach did not give up his research on [Immunity to Snow and Wind].

They even achieved some results.

Natasha found it hard to imagine, but he had no reason to lie to himself in the letter. Of course, there was also the possibility that he had completely lost his mind when he wrote those words…

But she confirmed that she had recently received letters from some Silvermane Iron Guards thanking Dr. Wach for their snow-covered immunity...

In short, she came here with hope, but prepared for disappointment, just as she had been in the lower districts all these years.

Bringing the explanation is a way of hoping that he can witness, witness himself chasing after the shadows of the past.

And they stayed there, refusing to move forward.

"Let's go, Nata."

Fang Jie listened silently, but he was more than just a confidant; he walked past Natasha toward the laboratory in the snowstorm, for she needed this push.

Both strong and fragile.

As for Wah, who was once frozen in the snowstorm, Fang Jie understands that feeling as well. If one were truly immune to snowstorms, it would certainly be worth seizing.

And the price...

Costs are always something that needs to be carefully weighed.

Furthermore, using people, especially innocent people, for experiments should not be the idea of ​​a doctor, nor should it be the idea of ​​one person to use people who have already become orphans for experiments.

This has nothing to do with talent; it's simply the bottom line of being a human being.

Can't we find volunteers?

Is there really no one in Belleburg willing to overcome the snowfield?

Putting everything else aside, as long as he's willing to leave Belloberg, the Silvermane Iron Guards, who die of cold every year while patrolling instead of being killed by monsters, would absolutely support him.

In this situation, research in the safe upper levels was not going well, so they chose to use Natasha to take the opportunity to conduct experiments on the people in the lower levels... Beloberg is not Earth; it has been guided by the morality of a star-level civilization, with protection as its core concept.

Fang Jie is becoming more and more ethical!

Natasha had her own opinion, and the opinions of others were irrelevant; what she needed to overcome was her own conscience.

"Thank you for your gift, Fang Jie. The medical data from the Immortal Ship is invaluable, and I really need it. It turns out that Vah's unfinished research was not just wishful thinking; the perfect [Snowstorm Immunity] does exist. He just made a mistake."

Fang Jie gave Natasha the first gift, not even in person, but by transmitting the data via mobile phone.

The two entered Wach's laboratory and looked at the rudimentary research equipment and the remaining samples of wind and snow immunity, which were the result of Wach no longer relying on other methods, but on animal experiments and human experiments on himself.

"This is what Vah left behind. It's hard to imagine that such a simple environment could produce results, given his terrifyingly rigorous approach to medical experiments. Could the effects of the drugs that the Silvermane Iron Guards told me about could have been shared with him by the gods worshipped by the city builders?"

Unable to articulate her feelings, Natasha asked Fang Jie to witness what could not be sent to the Belleburg Museum.

"I will continue these studies until a truly perfect snow immunity is developed."

Fang Jie witnessed all of this, and together with Natasha, erected a tombstone for Vah in the snow...

"That's settled then. Thank you, Fang Jie, for being willing to come with me."

Natasha gazed at the tombstone, which simply read "Wah - my brother".

"Thank you for helping me put this worry to rest. That's all I need to do."

It's time to go back.

Natasha, who had already turned and left, stopped and looked at the tombstone:

"Goodbye, brother. I hope you still remember your father's teachings—doctors have no right to choose their patients. Children, remember, never give up on anyone who asks you for help. Never."

She continued on her way, for she still had her own path to walk, just as Seele had found her own, even though Seele did not inherit the identity of a doctor.

From beginning to end, Natasha never saw herself as the leader of the Earth Fire; she was simply a doctor.

Fang Jie also took one last look at the tombstone.

If he weren't a star god, he would probably be a corpse under the snow, so he never holds grudges. With a grateful heart, he travels through the world and dedicates himself to beating up those who don't understand this principle.

Now, he can crush a star with his bare hands, just like Luan Po, but in the end, he is still just a henchman.

And like Xing, the family options do not include parents, and the family tree is listed separately.

Goodbye, snowfield.

Sensing Natasha's relief and the burning power within her, Fang Jie caught up with her, supporting her unsteady steps.

Just as Xing can share Fang Jie's power, the two have built a strong bond, and he can also share a portion of Xing's... power?

It's hard to describe this feeling; I can only describe it.

That is a wish.

A strong desire will attract her attention, forming a 'commission', which will then lead to the exploration of the star and ultimately a reward.

This is also the mechanism of the star core in Yalilo-VI, when a sufficiently strong desire, or enough life forms collectively entrust their wishes to each other...

The same power remains in the immunity to wind and snow, which is why it is so simple and crude in its creation, yet effective.

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As a result, Natasha fell seriously ill upon her return.

To be precise, she didn't wait for her to return. On the way back, Fang Jie had to carry her back. Following her instructions before she fell into a deep sleep, Fang Jie didn't take her home or contact any hospital. He brought her directly to Xi'er's place.

Seele was quite frightened, so Fang Jie had to go himself.

In the bedroom that served as the ward, Natasha changed into a simple hospital gown. A thin blanket covered her body, neither too cold nor too hot. Her face, radiating a melancholic beauty, lay quietly asleep, like a sleeping beauty.

She has no physical ailments; her illness is caused by mental and physical exhaustion. There is no good solution for this, nor does he need to come up with a 'good solution'. Rest and recuperation are sufficient.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up. After being silenced, Fang Jie casually swiped his finger across the screen, dimming the light.

I'm busy, please don't bother me.

Startled awake by the shock, Seele, who had been in a daze, finally came to her senses and asked softly:

"How is Nata?"

"Let her get some sleep; she's just tired."

Fang Jie operated with one hand the whole time, while his other hand held Natasha's hand, and he also had Seele hold Natasha's other hand, keeping her company.

I remember the last time I wasn't even aware that I was very tired, Kafka did this: she hugged me.

After thinking about it, Fang Jie did as instructed.

"Will this work? No need for medicine? Didn't you learn a lot of medical skills from the Immortal Ship?"

Seele felt that this treatment method was a bit too rudimentary.

Fang Jie shook his head, keeping his voice low yet maintaining the conversation in Natasha's ear: "Simple, but useful, and most dangerous when things go wrong."

Natasha isn't the only one who needs to relieve stress; Seele does too. She was quite happy lately, but now... her joy has turned to sorrow.

Fang Jie began to tell her about cases from his hometown, which was also part of the treatment method for Natasha, telling her a few stories and so on.

During the reign of Emperor Chenghua, Emperor Zhu Jianshen fell ill. It wasn't a serious matter. He personally addressed his ministers with a bold statement: "I've had some stomach discomfort these past few days, but I'm much better now. I just feel a bit weak. I plan to rest for a couple of days. Everyone, please get back to work!"

—“Although my diarrhea has stopped, I am still weak. I wish to recuperate for a few days and will temporarily refrain from attending court.”

A few days later, although Zhu Jianshen did not return to court, news spread that he was much better, but that matters of state should be put on hold and that officials could consult the Crown Prince for any matters, big or small.

A few days later.

The emperor is dead.

The crown prince was completely dumbfounded.

Such a great emperor, just fine, suddenly fell into his hands. The civil and military officials all looked at him strangely. This is bad. Investigate, investigate thoroughly.

So how did the emperor die?

That's right, it's the number one assassin of Mingchao, the Imperial Hospital!

The emperor only needed to get sick, take medicine, and receive treatment, but the Imperial Medical Academy had many more things to think about. When they finally caught a sick emperor, they had no choice but to show off all their knowledge.

This is an opportunity, a chance to shine!

Therefore, Liu Wentai, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, used all his knowledge and devoted himself to the cause of the emperor's death.

This matter is the subject of a joint investigation report issued by civil and military officials.

The matter was very clear and unmistakably about the prescription. This is why even the censors, who usually loved to criticize the emperor, participated in the investigation and revealed the truth behind the impeachment.

"The wrong prescription led to the death of Emperor Xianzong."

Emperor Xiaozong, who succeeded to the throne, was deeply saddened by this. After considering the opinions of many, he gave the following verdict: "Demoted to a court judge."

So, it's really not a big deal for the Imperial Hospital staff to think things through. At worst, they'll just be demoted but still get paid.

Seele listened with a blank expression the whole time. Although she was very interested in Fang Jie's hometown, was it appropriate to tell such a hellish story at this time?

"What's wrong with that?" Her expression improved considerably, and she glared at Fang Jie, grinding her teeth.

happy.

Natasha's problem isn't too serious. She's a strong person, and if it weren't for Fang Jie accompanying her this time instead of Little Grey, she probably wouldn't even be feeling so exhausted.

When people have someone to rely on, they become weak.

Fang Jie was too kind to her, which actually made Natasha feel relieved... It was also quite hellish, so he held Natasha, transferring his body heat to her, and kept holding her hand so that she could feel his presence.

They're even telling stories.

Yes, the story isn't over yet. Liu Wentai continued to level up in the Imperial Hospital, reaching the pinnacle of his life. A few years later, he returned to the position of Dean.

then……

Emperor Xiaozong fell ill.

The cause of the illness was not important; it was just that the rain prayer was so successful that he caught a cold after being caught in the rain. The ministers visited him and found it to be nothing serious. Emperor Xiaozong was very optimistic: "I'm fine, I'll be fine soon. You all go about your business."

"My health is gradually improving, so you should all focus on your work."

So, his illness was handed over to Liu Wentai, who had returned to his post as head of the Imperial Medical Academy. Looking at the emperor who had pardoned him years ago, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy must have felt a mix of emotions: sighs, exclamations, excitement, and agitation.

Your Majesty, please take a look at my method of repaying kindness!

A few days later, Emperor Xiaozong died, and Emperor Zhengde, Zhu Houzhao, succeeded him.

Later, Zhu Houzhao fell into the water and contracted typhoid fever. The imperial physician treated him, but he vomited blood and died.

Later, when Emperor Guangzong fell ill, he stubbornly refused treatment from the Imperial Medical Academy, enduring the illness and instead seeking out eunuchs and going to the Court of State Ceremonial...

Bye.

Therefore, you have to take medicine when you are sick, but don't use every method you can find. It's best to choose the one that suits you best. Don't think that just because you have some skills you can start treating diseases. Even pharmacists can't resist the sudden inspiration of a genius.

Fang Jie spoke earnestly and frankly, telling Xi'er not to be overly nervous or to stop gritting her teeth and glaring, explaining that his choice of conservative treatment was naturally justified.

But Seele doesn't care.

In the past, when she was injured, Natasha would help treat her, even though she was tough and could endure the pain. But now that Natasha had fallen into a deep sleep, how could she remain indifferent?

Just like Fang Jie, she couldn't see anything wrong with Natasha either; it was a mental issue.

"If you're really worried, I can contact Danheng?"

"Danheng? He's very good at fighting, but what about healing?"

Sher did not see any miraculous healing power in Danheng.

"Don't underestimate Dan Heng. He has a peer, known as the Medicine-Holding Dragon Girl, whose saliva can cure all diseases. Although Dan Heng did not inherit that part of the medical skills, he has spent many years in the archives and has seen all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."

"Aren't you the same? I remember you said you've looked through the train database."

Xi'er looked at Fang Jie and saw him nod. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, repeating this process until she finally calmed down.

"Forget it, I was too hasty. I should have believed you. You were right. But stop telling these hellish jokes. What's going on in your hometown?"

She still couldn't help but complain about the abstract nature of Fang Jie's hometown.

According to him, the emperor is also a leader of a country, so why did he just leave so young and beautiful?

"This is the worldview."

What could Fang Jie say? He could only tell some more hellish jokes; he was expected to spend a long time with Natasha.