Strange Terminally Ill Patients

Crash!

Urgent nurses and patients hurried back and forth around him, but no one saw Xu Zhi.

He walked through the Capital City Tumor Hospital as it had once been. He had been hospitalized here for treatment before, spending much of his savings, and countless memories resurfaced.

"I wonder if any of those fellow patients from back then are still around?" His expression flickered.

A rustling of voices reached his ears.

"Doctor, how is my son's condition?"

"There's still money at home. Don't worry, just treat him."

The sounds from the entire building—countless voices—poured into his mind, rapidly filtered by the immense processing power of the Magic Core Brain. As a deity beyond the mortal realm, he felt none of the chaos of an exploding nervous system.

Conversations, consultations, anxiety, roars, pain—every kind of sound drifted over. This massive hospital was a social space balanced between life and death, one that best displayed the myriad faces of human life.

Xu Zhi passed through one ward after another and suddenly spotted a familiar nurse.

"Nurse Zhang?" Xu Zhi called out.

"You're... Xu... Xu Zhi?" The nurse froze, taking a long moment to remember. She turned and looked him over, seeing that he had grown even more haggard, his hair thinner. A trace of sympathy flashed through her eyes. "It's only been three months, and you've aged quite a bit. Are you here for a follow-up? Did you just come from Professor Li's?"

Xu Zhi did not deny it.

"How were the results? Um..." The nurse suddenly did not continue. She looked in the direction Xu Zhi was headed. "You're here to see Old Li and the others? There's only Old Li left in that ward now."

Xu Zhi bade the nurse farewell, went up the stairs at the corner, and arrived