Chapter 2938: Things Young People Would Say

It was said that in a certain story, calmly accepting such an execution allowed one to wake from an endless nightmare and embrace the newborn sun.

Although Serana couldn't be seen, the Old Doctor's movements were so taut with power that the invisible Blood Clan member still radiated the aura of the Saints.

When the snow-bright blade slashed through the night, it looked capable of cutting through any obstacle.

Slash—

Fu Qian actually saw blood.

A true Dimensional Slash—the Scythe had cleanly severed some invisible body.

The spurting blood was so fierce that he worried it might dye the moon overhead.

So taking the persuasion route back then had been the right choice?

Even with his newfound ability to solo a tiger, an opponent like this was clearly not one to fight head-on.

Perhaps because of the bloody beauty of the scene, Fu Qian naturally recalled his time here and reflected on his past decisions.

The Old Doctor was way beyond just knowing a few moves.

Never mind Excellency Serana's mindless state; even if she were completely intact in body and mind, facing him head-on wouldn't change the outcome. Of course, there was no need to worry too much.

After all, according to the Old Doctor's promise, what he was doing right now was just "administering medicine."

Shatter—

He truly only swung once.

Just as the Scythe pulled back, the Old Doctor reached out with his other hand, smashing the medicine bottle down.

Since it was ordinary glass, it shattered instantly.

However, the liquid inside didn't splash away. Instead, as if pouring into an invisible wound, it all drained straight in.

"This feeling really isn't bad. It seems I should thank you for your suggestion."

Having finished his dual-handed maneuver, the Old Doctor made no further movements. He stood quietly in place for five seconds before turning to look over.

His expression was even a bit more relaxed, appearing to carry the satisfaction of hanging the gourd to heal the world.

"That is the joy of breaking through one's limits. Of course, if it hadn't succeeded, you might have hated my suggestion."

Without false modesty, Fu Qian accepted the gratitude calmly, even feeling genuinely happy for the other party's breakthrough. "...She might need a little time to absorb it."

The Old Doctor fell silent for a moment, seeming to ponder Fu Qian's words.

When he spoke again, however, he hadn't forgotten his duty, choosing to first explain the patient's condition.

...

See, it was indeed administering medicine; at most, the visual impact was just a bit wilder.

The Old Doctor's reminder was quite considerate; otherwise, that massive dose injected just now would inevitably make one worry about the patient's health.

"No rush. She has already waited for over five hundred years."

Fu Qian waved his hand, indicating that as a history enthusiast, Excellency Serana had plenty of patience.

"But since I'm going to die soon anyway, what is the point of breaking through my limits?"

Sure enough, people always cared most about themselves. The Old Doctor quickly pulled the topic back, seemingly having reached a conclusion from his pondering.

"Good question."

Fu Qian didn't sense much fear of death in the Old Doctor's words; it was more like confusion. In that moment, he truly put himself in those shoes, empathizing with that confusion.

"It seems there really isn't any point for you, but my goal was achieved, wasn't it?"

However, he didn't forcefully pour out chicken soup for the soul or offer hospice care. Instead, Fu Qian pointed at himself, signaling to look at the problem from another angle.

"Heh, hehe... That's true.

"At least it has meaning for you. That seems to be what a doctor should do, too."

Although he clearly knew the other party was using him, such a blunt statement still left the Old Doctor looking somewhat startled. He froze for a moment before a relieved laugh escaped his throat.

"But is there really any meaning to it? If every ending is already destined?"

Immediately after, the conversation took a sharp turn.

...

Every ending destined? Then you could only say he had stepped into this professor's area of expertise.

The Old Doctor's words carried the faint flavor of a philosophical trap, attempting to negate everything, including the meaning of his medical efforts just now.

Anyone else might have felt this was just a dying person inevitably slipping into nihilism. But as the Academic Leader, Professor Fu instantly made a connection—doomsday.

So that little song earlier really hadn't been sung for nothing, had it? This person had already grasped the concept of the "truth of the world" early on?

"Perhaps struggling is humanity's destined fate? Even a predetermined ending can't stop that?"

And having an area of expertise meant that when faced with a problem others might find unsolvable, you had to handle it effortlessly.

In that moment, Fu Qian didn't even take time to think, casually shooting back the question.

"A young person named Violetta once told me that beneath the storm, nothing can be spared, and nothing won't shatter.

"But all wills are struggling, so she believed the Long Night would eventually pass."

That's right, what Fu Qian quoted was exactly what Classmate Su Gao had said back when they traveled a thousand years into the past.

And it wasn't just talk. She had been proving this point all along through her own struggles.

It wasn't even just Violetta...

Feeling the increasingly intense tremors, Fu Qian thought of the origin of the place beneath his feet.

Even Annalise, who had already become a higher entity, had a lot of confidence in humanity.

There was also the creative idea of redefining Offspring, the curse that spanned a thousand years... and even the Chronicles of the Moon, which had been compiled in increasing detail.

Although theoretically the Long Night still hadn't ended, it was hard to say whether it would definitely pass.

But at least when it came to struggling, Violetta hadn't been wrong.

...

"That is indeed something young people would say... Your person is waking up."

It was hard to say if the Old Doctor had been persuaded, but it seemed that, across the dimensions of time and space, Classmate Su Gao had gained a degree of recognition.

Alongside that soft critique, the unlicensed physician still didn't forget his actual job.

His gaze swept over Fu Qian. After tossing out the casual reminder, he took step after step back into the original clinic room with a much lighter pace.

As he had commented on the first day of the mission, the wooden cabin's structure wasn't very solid.

At this moment, under the tremors coming from Blood Nova, it was teetering on the verge of collapse and riddled with holes.

So much so that, aside from the Old Doctor—who had returned to his original seat and seemingly fallen into a deep sleep—Fu Qian found he could clearly see most of the clinic's interior just by standing there. Furthermore, the ocean garbage picked up from the distant seaside, representing the act of healing and saving lives, was "evaporating" at an astonishing speed.

That's right. Following the ripples beneath his feet, they simply washed away into wisps of light mist, dissipating into nothingness.

Even the flowers in the courtyard were not spared. So much so that, in a daze, Fu Qian felt as if he could see the legendary "fragrance of the flowers."

Mmph—

A dream-like moan by his ear announced that Excellency Serana was truly about to wake up.