"D-Doctor, weren't we here to treat people and save lives?" No. 15 asked, her face covered in cold sweat as she watched another fellow patient die.
She had noticed that, at first, this man would still observe a moment of silence, express remorse, and attribute the patient's death to a medical accident.
Now, he wasn't even pretending anymore.
After crushing the heart, he stood there with irrepressible excitement on his face.
His sickness seemed to be deepening little by little.
Or rather, more of it was revealing itself!
"For someone trapped in the torment of illness, death can be a release."
Jiang Chen glanced at her and spoke with a soft sigh. "A doctor cares for his patients like a parent. I won't deliberately keep patients who are already beyond saving hanging on just for my cure rate and commissions."
"You only see my ruthlessness. You don't understand the painful struggle and conflict in my heart before I send them off."
"But it doesn't matter. I don't need your understanding."
"Ever since I was little, my grandmother always told me: do good, and don't worry about what lies ahead."
As he spoke, a trace of world-weariness and acceptance showed in his expression, as though he had suffered countless misunderstandings for "doing good," yet still chose to persevere down this path.
For a moment, No. 15 seemed to truly glimpse a ray of humanity's greatness and brilliance in this man.
But she quickly shook her head.
No, no. There's nothing wrong with the rest of what he said, but why does he have to torture people before releasing them from their suffering?
That makes no sense at all...
The look in No. 15's eyes as she watched Jiang Chen grew even more fearful.
She was almost certain now that the man