They'd been told the risks were high, yet they'd stubbornly gone ahead and courted death.
Who could they blame?
All they could do was pray that the country would quickly finish refining the Cultivation Method and find a way to wake those whose cultivation had gone wrong.
Once they'd made their choice, they had to be prepared for the worst.
Watching the patient's family sob uncontrollably, the doctor felt no sympathy.
Under normal circumstances, if someone got sick, the doctor might have shown some concern.
But this was clearly a case of bringing it on themselves.
Besides, doctors were strictly forbidden from sympathizing with their patients.
Even though humanity had entered the Interstellar Era, the relationship between doctors and patients remained unchanged.
Under cover of darkness, Wang Bing used the moonlight to make his way into the deepest part of Forest Park.
To avoid the cameras along the way, he'd suffered a series of small cuts.
After sitting down to rest for fifteen minutes, Wang Bing regulated his breathing and slowly calmed himself.
His phone was switched off, so he had no idea what time it was.
After an unknown amount of time, his heartbeat steady, Wang Bing took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, convinced he'd entered the right state.
The seconds ticked by. Wang Bing's mind was exceptionally clear, but he still couldn't enter the Mental Space described in the materials.
At some point, the chirping of insects by his ear vanished.
Before his eyes appeared countless flickering lights, like fireflies.
He'd entered the Spiritual World!
The first step had succeeded!
At dawn, the sun rose over the horizon.
Wang Bing, drenched in dew, suddenly opened his eyes.
It was a long while before he came to his senses. His face was full of lingering fear.