Lin Fan watched through the glass as Xingye's body became colder and stiffer.

Looking around, every operating room seems to have flames extinguishing.

Death is always an unavoidable topic in war.

Feeling that the flames in the starry night were getting weaker and weaker, Lin Fan couldn't bear it anymore, and his Shura divine power surged out, and he pulled out the Shura Knife with red eyes!

The word "Shura" appeared behind him.

"Where are you!" The young man stood in front of the operating room door with red eyes, scanning the corridor: "Walking Death, I know you are here!"

"Come out and fight with me!"

"come!"

The boy roared like a wild beast and ran down the corridor of the operating room.

He wants to fight the God of Death!

but.

No matter how hard Lin Fan searched, he could not see the God of Death.

Only the dead can see the God of Death.

Xingye's soul slowly drifted away from her body. She looked at the old doctor in front of her who was still working on her body, but hesitated to speak.

Is this what death feels like?

She raised her head.

A dark figure holding a sickle stood in front of her.

"Come with me." The shadow stretched out his hand.

Xingye vaguely wanted to hold the hand, but at the next moment, the old doctor wielding the scalpel suddenly whispered: "You can't take her away."

The voice is plain, but extremely firm!

This sentence is like thunder!

The dazed Xingye suddenly woke up and did not hold Death's hand, while Death looked at the gray-haired old doctor in front of him in astonishment.

"Can you see me!?"

The apprentice next to the old doctor was also stunned: "Master, who are you talking to?"

The old doctor didn't even raise his head, he still held the scalpel to mend Xingye's shattered internal organs, and said softly: "I, Zhang Chengfeng, have been studying medicine since I was a child."

"Eighteen years of hard study."

"My master taught me a sentence: do your best, life or death is up to you."

"Over the years, I have tried my best, and I have watched patients and elderly people die before my eyes."

"Although I am sad, I never feel unfair. Because as the master said, life and death are determined by God. Life, old age, illness and death are all God's will and destiny."

"I thought that after seeing too much life and death, I wouldn't feel sad."

"But."

"Today is the first time I have received so many injured people."

The old man's scalpel remained steady as he continued to sew up Xingye's broken internal organs.

There were tears in his eyes!

In daily life, he also experienced many failed surgeries.

But never like today, batch after batch of young people are coming!

One operation after another ended in failure!

Those young faces passed away one by one. He wanted to comfort himself that life and death depended on God...but they were obviously killed by gods and sea beasts!

"Fuck life and death!"

"This time, I don't accept it!" The old man whispered while stitching, "So, you can't take her away. You can't take away every wounded person here!"

"Haha, you can really see me." The smile of the God of Death became even more sinister.

"I'll protect them." The helpless old man raised his head and looked at the God of Death!

"You?" The God of Death curled his lips: "You can only see me because you have been in contact with people between life and death for a long time. After all, you are just a human being, and I am the God of Death who follows the rules of life and death. Why do you protect them?

"

"I am Death!"

"From the Temple of Death, the walking god of death!"

The sickle was waving like a shadow, whistling towards the starry night, as if it was about to drag her into the abyss!

But the next moment.

"I said, I'll protect them!" The old man suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the god of death with his cloudy eyes: "Just because I am the chief doctor of Daxia!"

"Just because I am the head of Daxia's medical family!"

The sickle suddenly stopped!

It seems that there is a strange force blocking the sickle, which actually prevents the walking death from seducing the soul!

A huge golden wheel of merit rose from behind him.

Just like the golden sun.

The blood-stained white coat emitted a golden light and was plated with gold, which actually made the dark cloak on the God of Death melt slightly!

"How is that possible!" The god of death exclaimed and took half a step back.

While the old man continued to suture the broken internal organs, he said in a deep voice: "In my life, Zhang Chengfeng, I have performed at least three operations every day, and the most, eight operations a day. I have saved a total of 82,36 patients over the years.

"

"It is said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

"The God of Death must bow his head in front of me!"

Seeing the old man with the golden wheel of merit on his body, fear appeared on the skull face of the God of Death.

This old man has saved more than 80,000 people?

The merit of saving more than 80,000 people!

I am just the walking god of death who has just taken office! He is the lowest level walking god of death in the Temple of Death!

"Old man, how about you and I each take a step back."

"I only take away the souls of the people who deserve to die here. I can be accommodating and give you three places to choose people to survive..." The God of Death said in a complex voice: "It's not easy for me. I just took office... Even if I want to

I'll be more accommodating to you, but I must abide by the rules of death, and those who deserve to die must be taken away..."

"Today, you can't take anyone away!" Under the golden wheel of merit, Zhang Chengfeng narrowed his eyes and continued to suture the wound.

For a while.

As the wound was sutured, Xingye's body was no longer so cold!

The God of Death gritted his teeth: "Old guy! If you say that, we won't have to talk anymore!"

While Zhang Chengfeng continued to sew up the shattered internal organs, he said loudly: "There is no need to talk, then fight! Either you go back by yourself today, or I will send you back! Anyway, I will protect these injured people, and no one will come."

So good, I said so!"

"Do you really think that the power of merit is invincible?" The little god of death was also angry, "Although I am not strong, I am just the lowest level walking god of death who has just taken office."

"but."

"My sickle is the manifestation of the law of death!"

"Those who deserve to die deserve to die!"

"Do you think that you have defeated death because you saved those people? That is because they did not deserve to die! You have never defeated death!"

The pitch-black sickle suddenly grew to a height of a hundred meters.

"If you have the ability, take her from my hands and keep her!" The God of Death roared loudly, holding the sickle tightly with both hands, and the power of death danced on the sickle like a dark flame.

"boom!"

Death's sickle, hooking towards Xingye's soul!

"Doctors, face death and never give in!"

The old man waved the scalpel on Xingye's body without raising his head, performing the operation, and used his back to help Xingye resist the death sickle!

The huge black scythe smashes towards that golden wheel of merit!

The moment the death sickle touched the golden wheel.

"boom!"

The old man's body shook violently and he almost fell on the operating table.
To be continued...