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Especially some extremely complex surgeries.

Just dealing with doctor-patient relationships is enough to give you a headache.

Luckily here, there aren't any doctor-patient issues.

All the patients are very cooperative.

"Black Doctor, you're only 19 levels away from the max," said Doctor Gou with a complex expression. "Level 60 is the upper limit for a Lifestyle Occupation, and you're nearly there, but for some reason, I'm starting to feel more estranged from you."

"In my heart, you've always been a young man with an unextinguished conscience, grateful and with a bit of medical ethics."

"But now... you're starting to scare me."

These days, he had always been with the Black Doctor. After all, a supernatural being was needed to help the Black Doctor kidnap those survivors. No one else would do it for him—they were all busy grinding for experience points. Who would bother doing this kind of work?

Only him, after so many ups and downs over the years, his desire for pursuing combat power wasn't as strong anymore.

It was enough to be alright.

He just wanted the people around him to be well, everyone to survive together, living harmoniously and feeling like they were a family.

And these days, he had witnessed almost every surgery.

He watched with his own eyes as the Black Doctor chopped off the heads of those survivors and transplanted them onto others who had lost their heads. Besides that, the Black Doctor had also come up with many ingenious new surgical techniques.

Like the "external heart."

Placing the heart outside the body, so that when you run, you can slightly stimulate it with a needle. The adrenaline that bursts forth can make your condition exceptional, but of course, the side effect is that it's easy for the heart to be flung out.

He naturally knew that the stranger the surgery, and the more unprecedented it was, the more experience points it would bring to the Black Doctor.

But they looked a bit eerie... and inhumane.

"It is a bit inhumane," the Black Doctor nodded, looking towards those survivors not far away, whose expressions were somewhat vacant. These survivors had not suffered any substantial physical harm, but enduring constant torment and always being under general anesthesia to experience nightmares...

Naturally, some of them were listless.

Especially that feeling when you clearly sense the pain, but there are no injuries on your body, it can easily cause a discrepancy between one's perception and reality, which in turn can trigger "Phantom Pain Syndrome," a condition where one hallucinates intense pain.

This condition often occurs after an amputation.
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Even though a limb is no longer there, the patient can still feel it, and feel that it's still in continuous pain.

Three people had contracted this disease.

This kind of symptom is very painful and a massive psychological torment for the patient.

But this falls under the category of psychological diseases, something he, a surgeon, could not resolve. If Zhang Liu were with them, he could have been able to help these people.

After a pause, he continued, "But it's worth it."

"We can't guarantee that every decision we make in life is absolutely right, nor can we ensure that we're all good people throughout our lives."

"But sometimes, we have to make some decisions."

"I think, using these people's insignificant pain in exchange for a large amount of life experience, is very worthwhile."

"Maybe to others, I'm wrong, but in my opinion, I'm right."

"Only this way can I play a bigger role among the Tomb Guardians, and when you all face crises, I can better protect everyone."

"Besides, if it weren't for Miao protecting them all the time, not one of them would have survived; they'd all be dead. Between death and some pain, they should know how to choose."

"Alright, alright."

Doctor Gou shook his head helplessly, "I didn't mean to blame you. What you said is right."

Just then—

Chen Miao gathered everyone together, looking at the last countdown on the secret realm in front of them, glanced at the people, and whispered, "It's over. These past days have been tough on all of you. If fate allows, we'll meet again."

"Ding, congratulations to all players for successfully clearing the secret realm 'Death for 79 Days', which is a variant version. All players who cleared this secret realm will receive a special little gift."

-

Accompanied by a flash of white light, they reappeared on Blue Star.

Standing on this long-missed land.

The system announcement ringing in their ears told them they had completely left the secret realm they had lived in for 79 days.

"Ding, congratulations to player Chen Miao for successfully clearing the B-level difficulty secret realm 'Death for 79 Days'. Based on player Chen Miao's performance in the secret realm, the following rewards are issued—"

"10w Star Coins, random B-level prop*1."

"And a special little reward—a Compass."

Chen Miao instantly looked at the Compass reward. From conversations with people like Hungry Monkey, he learned that everyone's special little rewards were different, and these were all given based on their performance over the 79 days in the secret realm.

For example, the special little reward for Hungry Monkey was—

"Prop Name": Furong King.

"Prop Level": None.

"Prop Effect": This is a cigarette that can be extinguished at any time, but will never burn out, allowing you to smoke until you die.

"Prop Introduction": You've spent 79 days and smoked 2000 cigarettes, pretty good, keep it up.

"Pretty good."

Without minding the sarcasm on the prop introduction page, Hungry Monkey showed a satisfied grin and said, "I quite like this thing; it's pretty convenient."

And the special little reward for Yuan Buping was.

"Prop Name": Second-hand Smoke Badge.

"Prop Level": None.

"Prop Effect": Wearing this badge, when someone nearby is smoking, you'll also feel as if you're smoking, a kind of soul e-cigarette.

"Prop Introduction": 79 days spent, Hungry Monkey smoked 2000 cigarettes, you smoked 2000 cigarettes, none of your own, all courtesy of Hungry Monkey, you're pretty good too, keep it up.

...

As everyone was excitedly discussing what their rewards were, Black Doctor looked up at the city now receding from the flood and muddied with complexity, then lowered his gaze to his own little reward.

"Prop Name": Little Handgun.

"Prop Level": None.

"Prop Effect": A small handgun with infinite bullets, usable by any occupation. The energy bullets fired can heal some of the injuries on a creature when they hit.

"Prop Introduction": It's clear, you really want to save people. Was this secret realm so difficult you had to perform 1000 surgeries in 79 days?

"..."

What can I say, it's not bad.

A gadget that can heal wounds from a distance isn't too useful but is at least better than the rewards for Hungry Monkey and Yuan Buping. It seems the special rewards from this secret realm really are completely based on the players' performances.

And they're mostly very fitting.

"I think this is unreasonable."

Zhou Shen looked at his little reward somewhat discontentedly, "I think my performance in the secret realm was quite good, so why just give me this thing?"

"Red glasses given to me?"

"Saying I was envious of others in the realm for a total of 782 hours? How many hours were there in the secret realm altogether?"