The Doomsday Medical Saint: The Campus Beauty’s Treatment Plan Is Criminal

The world mutates, zombies run rampant, and the modern medical system collapses in an instant.

Shen Zhige, the oddball in the traditional Chinese medicine department at medical school, awakens the [Record of the Mysterious Yellow and Yin-Yang].

His blood is the only cure, his hands the only surgical instruments, and his bodily fluids universal antibodies.

The once lofty campus beauty says, “Senior Shen, my chest feels tight. Could you... give me a massage?”

The aloof, stern female anatomy professor says, “Shen, as long as you can save me, you can use the dissection table however you like.”

Looking at all the goddesses lining up to register, Shen Zhige pushes up his glasses, his expression impassive.

“Please observe the proper order for patients and doctors. Standard appointments can mop the floor; specialist appointments can warm the bed.”

“As for VIP appointments... Come to my room tonight. I'm going to give you an intensive yin-yang treatment.”

This is a hunt under the guise of treating illness.

I am a doctor, and I am the only god in this Apocalypse.