Something came to an abrupt end. The light from the gate ahead disappeared, and the vitality that had just emerged was gone.

Deng Ximei, Chen Jiahua and Wang Ruoxiang, the hands pressed on the door, were as if they were electrocuted. Chen Jiahua said anxiously, but couldn't say anything, and didn't know what was going on; Zhou Haorui and Yang Xinxin kept noticing that it seemed that it was because of Wang Ruoxiang...

"It's not because of someone." Deng Ximei said, frowning and thinking about the situation, "People are just microcosms, our civilization."

Drugs, medical technology, biotechnology, gene editing, cloning, cell regeneration...

More equal? ​​More unequal?

Doom is fair, but what if doom is no longer fair...

"The current medical conditions and development trends in our world have not been recognized by it." Deng Ximei was also confused when she thought.

"Then we are now?" Zhou Haorui was also anxious and asked Yang Xinxin, "Let's go and try?" Yang Xinxin was alert to the surroundings: "Don't you think we have anything else to worry about now..." The cold wind here is even colder, and space ripples appear, as if the connection between the two realms is about to collapse.

Wang Ruoxiang didn't say anything, and was still staring at the door. Her changing face suddenly settled. She grabbed the blade of the anatomical saw held in her left hand. Blood suddenly flowed, and the flesh on her palm broke open. She raised her bloody hand and pressed it on the door. "As a medical worker, I formally swear to dedicate my life to humans."

Her solemn voice seemed to wake up the door again, and the light appeared again, which shocked everyone.

They didn't know what her perception was. Although they knew that it was not appropriate to disturb him at this time, Wang Ruoxiang's face quickly became pale, and her blood rushed to the door at a speed higher than the wound. The light of the goddess of life on the door had turned into a light red.

"I will first consider the health and happiness of the patient; I will respect the autonomy and dignity of the patient..."

Wang Ruoxiang continued to recite the Hippocratic oath, and his voice did not carry a ruthless force, but it was also firm. It was the firmness after letting go of the boulder in his heart. "I want to maintain the greatest respect for human life; I will not consider the patient's age, disease or disability, creed, national origin, gender, nationality, political belief, race, sexual orientation, social status, or any other factors..."

What should I do? Chen Jiahua looked at the others anxiously. With Senior Sister Wang’s blood loss rate, no one could survive.

"It wants sacrifices..." Zhou Haorui suddenly had an idea, "This gate requires us to offer sacrifices... what we want is health."

"Health?" Yang Xinxin glared, "You mean, is this the real 'sacrificial health'?"

They "sacrificed health" to the crows, giving the patient the joy of recovering health. The other crows seemed to not want, but they always seemed to be missing something. Now facing the power of the goddess of life, looking at Wang Ruoxiang like this... the crow mark on his right wrist, there was an inexplicable strange reaction...

Is there anything really related to the power of the crow and the Goddess of Life?

What sacrifices is not the health of the patient, but the health of the doctor.

Doctors sacrifice health, even life, in exchange for the health of patients... Dr. Carlop, that's the case, sacrifice.

The bloody light emitted from the gate became stronger and stronger, and the goddess of life became more and more vivid, and various scenes flashed vaguely: in the past few years, the medical staff and other personnel who had fallen on their posts...for whatever reason they were thrown into the battlefield, these people sacrificed themselves...

Zhou Haorui and Yang Xinxin also saw the plague doctor who went deep into Mary Jin's alley...

"Pull her away!" Deng Ximei said anxiously, and went forward to pull Wang Ruoxiang away, but she couldn't pull it.

What happened in front of us was undoubtedly Wang Ruoxiang offering sacrifices to change the door's attitude towards human civilization.

If she is not pulled away, the time when the door is opened, that is, when Wang Ruoxiang is sacrificed.

Medicine is important, but taking medicine is to save people. If you don’t even save the lives of your companions in front of you, what medicine will you find?

Chen Jiahua and Zhou Haorui did not hesitate. They went up and worked together to pull Wang Ruoxiang away. But the three of them, and then Yang Xinxin, the four of them could not pull Wang Ruoxiang. Suddenly, they were pushed open by a huge force like the gate. The four of them staggered and took a few steps back.

Wang Ruoxiang looked back at them, as if she was smiling.

"I will keep the patient's secrets even if the patient is dead; I will practice my profession with conscience and dignity in accordance with good medical norms; I will inherit the honor and noble tradition of the profession of medicine..."

She took a step forward and walked into the door like a penetrating person. At this time, the door was already a combination of chaotic light and shadow, flowing with her blood.

She is merging with the door, and she is vanishing.

"Go and get the medicine..." Wang Ruoxiang said something else, saying to them, his voice blurred: "It's only a while, the medicine for alien disease..."

Her figure became more and more blurred, melting into the chaos, and this strange giant door slowly rose upwards, opening the door, revealing the lobby scene in the building, but it was hazy and inaccurate.

The four people in front of the door were like small boats in the center of the storm, their hearts were shaking violently, not knowing what to do, and their hearts were about to be torn apart.

Once, Gu Jun faced Yu Chi... Deng Ximei frowned and rushed into the door, "Go and get the medicine!"

Wang Ruoxiang did what she wanted to do, and they had to do what they wanted to do.

Chen Jiahua choked and screamed, and Zhou Haorui and Yang Xinxin, who were also enduring sadness, also crossed the door that was no longer blocked and entered the haze.

“I will give my teachers, colleagues and students the respect and gratitude that I deserve; I will share my medical knowledge to benefit patients and promote medical progress…”

Behind them, Wang Ruoxiang's figure gradually disappeared, and the anatomical saw of Kalop she held fell to the ground.

The goddess of life symbol on the rising door is dazzling bright red.

The chaotic scenes it flashed with a female figure in a white coat. The figure once appeared in the medical school classroom, in the anatomy room, operating room, ward... It also appeared at the Dahua centralized treatment center, telling all the patients who were frightened and anxious that she would try her best to treat them.

At least this time, she wasn't just saying pretty words.

The suicide note has been written long ago. Mortals will always die. It is a good way to die like a hero.
Chapter completed!