Vindicating Truth

"Get out! Get out! You're only causing trouble here and disturbing the patient's rest."

In front of the emergency room doors, the attending physician, wearing a medical mask, sternly drove away the family members who were trying to enter the room to check on the patient.

After speaking, amidst the family's clamoring pleas, he pressed the automatic door button.

A steel door slowly closed, separating the family from the patient.

The emergency room immediately fell silent.

Only the heavy gasps of a dozen elderly people echoed one after another, like the footsteps of the God of Death.

The attending physician turned around, his gaze sweeping over the patients in the resuscitation room. The gold-rimmed glasses could not hide the admiration and greed that flickered in his eyes!

—Praise to the great God for delivering prey to his doorstep.

At this moment, the busy doctors and nurses in the emergency room all stopped what they were doing and looked over.

It seemed they were waiting for a signal.

The attending physician said nothing. He slowly walked to a hospital bed, looked at the elderly person lying on it with a high fever, gently patted the old man's skin, which was as wrinkled as orange peel, and softly comforted him:

"Don't be afraid, God will protect you."

The old man nodded, a hint of relief appearing in his pained expression.

The attending physician smiled, his finger slid down, he picked up the disposable infusion tube on the back of the old man's hand, unscrewed the medicine filter, then picked up a syringe with the needle removed from the mobile medical cabinet and inserted it, slowly injecting.

The plunger advanced slowly in the tube, pushing a full 6 milliliters of air into the old man's blood vessel.

As the air was injected, the old man's relieved expression gradually froze.

"Hoo... hoo..."

He first frowned, then his breathing became more rapid, his body began to twitch uncontrollably, and his face turned purple and blue, a sign of cyanosis caused by air embolism.

"My... my chest hurts so much... Doctor... save me..."

The old man grabbed the back of the attending physician's hand, his eyes filled with longing, trying to seek help.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's a normal reaction. Take a deep breath, yes, you'll be fine after a sleep. God will protect you!"

The attending physician smiled and softly comforted the patient.

The patient stared at him with disbelief, then after a long moment, his grip on the attending physician's hand suddenly weakened and fell limp.

The struggling elderly body also suddenly calmed down.

"See? It's fine now, isn't it? Sleep well, and everything will be better when you wake up!"

The attending physician gently patted the patient's quilt, his smile becoming even brighter.

He had been wondering where to find sacrifices.

He never expected that a large-scale infection incident would be delivered to his doorstep.

It turned out that starting around three or four in the afternoon, people in the town had been sent to the hospital for treatment due to diarrhea and high fever.

All their symptoms were so similar.

As one of the attending physicians at this town hospital, he immediately realized that a large-scale infection had broken out in the town.

Although he didn't know the source of the infection, it didn't stop him from making a big deal out of it.

With so many sacrifices, in his daze, he could already see the happy scene of God bestowing youth and strength upon him after enjoying them.

This was a divine gift that no amount of medical skill could compare to.

Thinking of this, the attending physician trembled with excitement.

Ning Xiuyuan, who witnessed this scene, also trembled uncontrollably.

However, his trembling was due to extreme rage!!!

He never expected that someone would use his plague to slaughter people wantonly, and then blame him for the bloodshed.

"Awooo—"

"Awooo—Awooo—Awooo—"

A dog barked, and other dogs responded. They seemed to sense their master's anger, and the wolfish nature hidden deep within their bloodline was awakened.

Ning Xiuyuan listened to the howling outside, his gaze calm.

"Killing you is too easy. If you die, won't this bloodshed always be blamed on me?"

With this thought, Ning Xiuyuan suddenly turned his head to look at the puppet lying on the soft couch, a man in his middle age, and with a thought, he took two steps back and disappeared into the darkness.

The next second, the puppet man, who was as calm as a wooden doll, trembled all over, and his soul entered.

He silently put on his clothes, took down the Caprivi hunting rifle that had been with him his whole life from the wall.

As his fingertips brushed against the walnut stock grip, polished by years of use, it gave him a muscle memory as if it were flesh and blood, causing his spirit to falter.

He paused for a moment, then with a practiced movement, he cocked the rifle, checked the bullets in the chamber, and counted the rounds in the magazine, confirming everything was in order. With a "snap!", he closed it.

He picked up the coat from the soft couch, wrapped it around the hunting rifle, and then left the bedroom.

"Rumble!"

The roar of the old car exploded outside, and with a kick of the accelerator, the old car roared away.

Its sharp headlights, like swords, cleaved through the pitch-black darkness!

The country road was long, but it eventually ended.

"Screech—"

With a piercing screech of brakes, the old car stopped in front of the hospital.

The puppet man, no, it should be "Ning Xiuyuan," jumped out of the car.

He picked up his stiff coat and walked towards the hospital lobby.

It was past ten o'clock at night, yet the small town hospital was brightly lit, filled with rushing patients and their families.

The sudden outbreak of infectious disease had infected countless people.

Especially in this scorching summer heat, many people drank water directly from the tap, leading to a surprisingly high number of infections.

However, most of the young and middle-aged adults were fine, experiencing only vomiting and diarrhea.

Only the children and the elderly showed signs of persistent high fever, with the elderly being in a more critical condition.

At this moment, a crowd of patient families had gathered in front of the emergency room's automatic doors.

Some paced back and forth anxiously;

Others were in small groups, discussing animatedly;

And some were constantly on their phones.

"Ning Xiuyuan" pushed through the crowd, walked to the automatic doors, and without pressing the bell, began pounding on them!

"What are you doing?"

"Who are you?"

Countless patient families were startled and shouted angrily.

One family member suddenly grabbed Ning Xiuyuan's arm. When Ning Xiuyuan turned his head, the family member, startled, quickly let go, looking at him with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

Because this middle-aged face reminded him of someone.

The problem was, that person should be seventy or eighty years old by now.

"Ding!"

The automatic doors slowly slid open, and the attending physician appeared. He looked at "Ning Xiuyuan" with a face full of surprise.

Was he surprised by the puppet man's arrival?

Or was he surprised by the puppet man's youth?

"Ning Xiuyuan" ignored his gaze and rushed inside.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The patient's family members were unhappy and subconsciously followed him in.

"Get out! Get out! What are you doing?"

The attending physician also got angry, waving his arms desperately, trying to drive the crowd away.

But it was useless. Under the herd mentality, more and more people squeezed in.

"Ning Xiuyuan" barged his way to a hospital bed, took a brief look, then suddenly turned around, staring at the attending physician, and roared, "Why? Tell me, what?"

The attending physician was stunned. "What why?"

"Ning Xiuyuan" pointed at the elderly person on the bed, his face filled with anger. "What's wrong with him? Someone told me you killed people by injecting air, and I didn't believe it. Now you tell me, why? Huh?"

The attending physician was completely dumbfounded.

The patient families who had followed in were even more bewildered. They frantically searched for their own patients. Those who were fine breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who weren't...

"Ah—Dad—Dad—"

"No, no, no, how could this happen?"

"Doctor, what exactly is going on?"

Screams, shouts, shock, disbelief – all sorts of extreme emotions erupted in the emergency room.

"Everyone, please calm down..."

The attending physician was anxious and waved his hands, trying to explain.

"Bang!"

A sudden, deafening sound sent him flying, knocking over a large amount of medical equipment.

The attending physician collapsed on the ground, looking at his chest in disbelief, unable to comprehend that his siblings had suddenly... suddenly revealed him and then shot him!

"Why, why?"

He looked at the approaching "Ning Xiuyuan" and instinctively wanted to question him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Unexpectedly, "Ning Xiuyuan" showed no hesitation, decisively pulling the trigger and madly emptying the magazine!

The Caprivi, which could easily hunt brown bears and cheetahs, blasted the attending physician's chest into a bloody mess.

The injury was so severe that even Ning Xiuyuan, whose strength had greatly increased, would struggle to deceive it.

"Ah—"

Only then did the patients and their families in the emergency room react, their screams, panic, and fleeing cries rising one after another.

Ning Xiuyuan looked around at the panicked crowd, took a deep breath, picked up the hunting rifle, and turned to leave.

At this moment, the sudden gunfire had thrown the entire hospital into chaos!

Pedestrians were everywhere, running blindly.

Scattered documents, discarded shoes, and toppled equipment turned the hospital into a mess of trash.

"Ning Xiuyuan's" eyes held an apology as he continued walking quickly towards the old car.

Click!

The moment he pulled open the car door, a cold object pressed against his temple, making his hair stand on end.

—It was a gun.