I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Chapter 572 149: The Right Thing (4.2K Words)

"Moreover, these academic tyrants have banded together to target all medical students unwilling to collude with them, causing those students to be ostracized by every hospital. In the end, they either have to give up their profession and seek other jobs, or open unlicensed underground clinics just to barely make ends meet."

"Therefore, the first action Mokaka intends to take after coming to power is to forcibly acquire Charity Hospital, expelling those scoundrels who are indifferent to human life from the medical field. Then, she plans to reorganize Mercy Hospital, turning it completely into a public hospital that provides healthcare to the lower classes at minimal cost."

Saying this, Tian En turned back, casting a glance of disdain at the still ranting middle-aged doctor.

"Don't think that he's shouting so joyously as if he can't make a living without this job. In reality, he's like most doctors in Mercy Hospital, having already accumulated wealth that ordinary people couldn't earn in several lifetimes."

"He's just not satisfied yet, and wants to continue earning that tainted money."

"Only when these people are all kicked out of the hospitals can voluntary medical care truly be implemented, and the poor destitute can receive better treatment."

"Sigh..."

Tian En sighed softly, shaking her head as she said somewhat sentimentally, "Mokaka is still too kind-hearted, having just used a forcible acquisition method to remove them from the hospitals."

"If it were me, not one of these people would escape; I would obliterate every last one."

Yang Qian didn't hear the last few words clearly.

But the words "voluntary medical care" made his mind tremble, his whole body uncontrollably shaking...

If...if back then, there had been even one hospital offering voluntary medical care in Lower City when his mother fell ill, perhaps that old worker who labored all her life wouldn't have died in a cold street corner.

Yang Qian had once hated those quack doctors who were indifferent to human life, so hearing Tian En's explanation now, a sense of relief inevitably crossed his mind.

But after the relief, fear and regret surged like a tide.

"What...what am I doing...?"

He felt a burning sensation in his fingers, not knowing if it was the Black Burial Silver Needle in his fingertips heating up, or his own once-cold blood reigniting.

Time had only 30 seconds left; after this 30 seconds, he would enjoy endless wealth and material satisfaction for the rest of his life.

But...

If Mokaka really died, what would happen to the ailing poor? Who would advance voluntary medical care? Where would people who fall ill like his mother go for treatment? Must they, like him, watch helplessly as loved ones struggle in pain, ultimately losing everything just to afford a small grave?

At this moment, Yang Qian suddenly couldn't get past his own conscience. The selfishness he had clung to collapsed spectacularly.

"Life is only a few decades; you must do something valuable."

These words Yang Qian spoke to answer his teacher in class at 16 resurfaced in his mind.

Something valuable...

"Whoo."

Yang Qian exhaled a long breath, his formerly cloudy eyes suddenly becoming incredibly clear.

He knew what he must do, what should be done.

Time had only 5 seconds left.

He said nothing extra, just took the Black Burial from his pocket, looked up at the sky, and then made a throwing motion.

"Go...!"

This was the last word he managed to say.

Yang Qian could feel that as the word brewed in his lungs, his throat was squeezed by an invisible force, as though trying to stop him from speaking.

But he still forced the word out, and for that, the curse placed by the Collection Clan took effect.

At 4.5 seconds to go, Tian En snapped out of her confusion.

She didn't know what "go" meant, nor what the black mist-emitting silver needle in Yang Qian's hand was about.

Yet the Apprentice Death God's perception ability for danger allowed her to realize instantly.

There's an assassination attempt! Someone plans to act against Mokaka at the Starlight Welfare Institute!

Upon this realization, without a second of hesitation, Tian En immediately flashed to Mokaka's side, grabbed the young girl's hand, and bolted toward the outside!

She had neither the time nor the mind to inform the guests or think about the best way to handle it.

Getting Mokaka out was the most prudent choice!

Meanwhile, not far away, Yun You also reacted, instantly activating the Gale Shadow Flowing Form Mecha as she dashed towards the pair.

At 4 seconds to go, the three met in the corridor and together sprinted towards the outside!

During this, Yun You cast a glance at the silver needle in Yang Qian's hand, using the Information Reconnaissance Chip to investigate.

But the investigation yielded nothing.

The silver needle seemed not of this world, impossible to analyze. The detection signals released by the chip shattered into pieces just before reaching it by an invisible force field.

At that moment, Yun You felt a chill down her spine.

Her Information Reconnaissance Chip had been upgraded by Gale Shadow Flow, possessing a larger database and computing power, theoretically able to analyze even a Tier Five Death God like Jiang Wuji.

But facing the silver needle, it couldn't even detect a thing.

Yun You didn't know what this meant.

But one thing she was certain of.

They...were in big trouble.

So without further thought, Yun You, almost maxing out the mecha's speed, carried Tian En and Mokaka into the sky, under the bewildered gazes of the party guests.

At 3 seconds to go, Mokaka finally reacted but still didn't know what was happening, only able to curl up in Tian En's arms, like a frightened little rabbit.

She instantly understood it was Yang Qian who intended harm.

But then why did Yang Qian at the last moment tell her to leave?

Instinctively, she turned her head to look at Yang Qian...

At 2 seconds to go.

The Curse personally set by Enfield Collection had taken effect.

He only uttered a word but in the eyes of the clan, this counted as betrayal.

Black lines extended from his back, crawling like a spider web over his entire body, tearing at his flesh and bones, even invading his internal organs.

His life became a candle blown by the wind, about to be extinguished in moments.

But Yang Qian had no regrets.

He had stumbled through and been confused for half a lifetime.

Only at this moment did he truly feel he'd done something right.

Perhaps due to the curse, he unknowingly learned of the Black Burial's effect.

The Collection Clan deceived him.

Actually, the Black Burial never had any "ten minutes" and "within three meters" activation conditions.

Anyone within a kilometer of it would be "marked."

And those ten minutes were just preparation for the final outburst.

In other words, from the moment he received the silver needle from Enfield and stepped into the Starlight Welfare Institute, everyone's fate was sealed.

He couldn't return, nor receive any so-called clan rewards, because he was marked by the Black Burial, his fate was only death.

The Collection Clan never intended for him to survive nor expected him to stay by Mokaka's side for ten minutes.

Yang Qian knew his fate was unchangeable, and the activation of the Black Needle was inevitable.

But at the very least, in these final moments, he could throw the Black Needle far away, giving Mokaka a better chance...

At the final second.

Using the last of his strength, Yang Qian threw the smoking needle with all his might, casting it in a direction completely opposite to Mokaka.

The black lines formed by the curse completely consumed his head, crushing him under the Death God Power.

Yet in the end, a slight smile remained on his lips.

Countdown...0 seconds.

Black Burial flew through the air, but as soon as the countdown hit zero, it suddenly froze, as if fixed by something.

Then...

Wham—!

In an instant, Black Burial exploded.

The sky filled with black lines rushing out, sketching indelible patterns, then, like sentient chains, darted swiftly towards every person within a kilometer radius...

Every guest, veteran, and child in the Starlight Welfare Institute...

As well as the guards outside, the servants, and Yun You and the other two in the sky, were all pursued by the black lines.

No one could escape.