When Yousefka regained control of her body and regained consciousness, she found herself lying on an iron hospital bed.
The messy bloody bandages on the hospital bed stained her clothes, but she no longer thought it was a big deal tonight.
"That voice"
Yousefka was lying on the hospital bed blankly, as if he had just woken up and was still confused, looking at the ceiling and mumbling.
The voice was very similar to hers and reminded her of her twin sister.
They were once selected as Blood Saints by the Healing Church, but the quality of her blood did not seem to improve much during training, and she was eventually dismissed.
Although her sister was in the same situation, she showed good learning ability through the training of blood. In the end, she stayed in the church town not as a saint of blood, but as a scholar apprentice.
From that time on, they began to keep in touch through letters.
But after she opened this clinic to make a living and her sister's studies became tense, the exchange of letters gradually became less and less.
Yousefka didn’t think there was anything wrong with this.
People always have to grow.
Sisters who were close when they were young naturally have to allocate more time to communicate with each other after they start their own careers and become busy.
Yousefka could only try to make the feelings contained in each letter she sent a little more intense.
Although her sister's replies are getting fewer and fewer, she still believes that the friendship between them is still strong enough.
After all, my sister is already a scholar of the Healing Church, but she is a stupid sister who can only open a clinic outside the church town. Scholars are certainly more time-constrained than doctors in clinics.
She has known since she was a child that she is not as smart as her sister, but as long as they take care of each other, life can always go on.
But what happened today
If I remember correctly, my sister attacked her clinic
"Sister, you wake up"< /p>
A familiar voice sounded from a few steps away.
The familiarity of that voice was like the sound of my sister waking me up early in the morning while I was still sleeping a long time ago.
But there is no such strong smell of blood in that warm memory fragment.
Yousefka turned his head stiffly on the hospital bed.
The patient on the bed next to her was not the regular patient she had comforted for a long time tonight.
No more yellowed undershirts, no more fluffy top hats, no more even human features.
He turned into a strange creature with blue skin like an aquatic creature, and his head expanded and filled with water to become a large water ball.
That was not a human being, but it was not a terrifying lycanthropy patient either.
His aggression is obviously much weaker than that of lycanthropic patients.
Yousefka could recognize the patient in her clinicHuman, or because the creature was still reluctantly wearing a familiar pair of ripped and patched overalls.
Most of the patients who come to the clinic are not wealthy, and the patches on their bodies are a hallmark of their identity.
"What did you do?"
Yousefka asked in a dry voice.
"Stop, stop"
After looking past the blue big-headed doll, Yousefka found a very familiar figure standing next to another hospital bed.
That face was like looking at herself in the mirror. That was her twin sister.
And now, compared to Yousefka's gentleness, the sister who is more intellectual and rational is wearing a white church dress.
The fine white fabric and the silk white gloves on the hands make this outfit perfectly meet the holy dress requirements of religious people.
But in the hands of this holy man, the scalpel on his fingertips was ripping open a patient's skull without mercy.
Then limbs like soft-bodied creatures emerged from the white cuffs and penetrated deep into the patient's head.
As for the patient who was anesthetized by an unknown method, his body only twitched a few times in response to nerves on the hospital bed, but there was no other movement.
All the patients were lined up on beds. The instruments that Yousefka used to heal others have now become laboratories and slaughterhouses.
Viola and the two little girls lined up at the back. They looked at each other in horror, but couldn't say anything.
It seems that talking is a preferential treatment given to her by Yousefka’s sister.
My sister looked at Yousefka who woke up in surprise, put down the patient in her hands and came over.
Yousefka watched helplessly as the patient whose brain was penetrated by the limbs of the mollusk began to turn blue during a burst of convulsions, and his head grew larger as if filled with water.
"Ah, sister"
The white silk gloves were still stained with blood, and she gently touched Yousefka's face.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"You, what did you do?"
"Shh."
User Fuka asked with tears in his eyes. She was indeed scared at this time, but more importantly, she was heartbroken.
Her sister should not be such a person, her sister would not do this to her sister
But the bloody finger pressed against the doctor's lips.
"Don't be afraid anymore, sister. I'm here to save you."
My sister promised gently.
“I have brought distant knowledge, which is enough to turn you into a clan beyond human beings. When you are connected to the wisdom of the gods, neither lycanthropy nor anything else can harm you. You can't hurt anyone."
"We are different, sister. We have blood that is older and nobler than anyone else in Nan. We can even conceive with the gods and give birth to a son of God. "The Son of God"
Yousefka has seen her sister’s tenderness many times while growing up. But never once did she feel queasy and nauseous like today.
It’s as if the sister’s face is no longer a human bone structure but has become something twisted and fanatical
“I will hold it for you in the end. Ceremony, sister. Until then, I will keep the feeling of surgery with these lucky ones."
My sister sighed.
"They are really lucky. Just because they stayed in the clinic that night, they were able to jump from humans to dependents."
While sighing, she seemed to pick up The progress was the same, and I stood next to the row of hospital beds again.
Viola lay on the bed, watching helplessly as the church member operated on the patient next to her.
With her surgical efficiency, maybe ten minutes later, it will be her.
She is not afraid of her own death, she is just worried
Turns her head, Ovelia and Victoria lay on the hospital bed wearing red and white hairbands.
The two little girls seemed to be aware of their mother's worry. Although they were also afraid, they still held back and put on a strong look.
The more this happened, the more uncomfortable Viola felt.
Is there no other way?
Really no
"Bang bang"
A sudden knock on the door sounded.
It's like a replay of what happened before the door was opened.
An old man’s voice came from outside the door.
"Is there anyone there?"
Although the voice was tired, it was as decisive as a most senior hunter.
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