In a medieval kingdom shrouded in the shadow of Cthulhu, a young female physician obsessed with anatomy discovered that the so-called sacred evolution of civilization was actually a ritual for alien gods to transform humans through plague, and she was chosen as the next host. --- # Chapter 1: Rotten Flesh and the Truth I can tell the feeling of the scalpel cutting across the skin with my eyes closed. It's not a clean cut, it's blunt. The blade was not sharp enough, and the skin tissue made a tearing sound under the blade, like tearing apart a piece of parchment soaked in water. Not much blood flowed, the body was already cold and the blood was coagulated in the blood vessels. Doctor Shangguan, are you really planning to cut open his head? I raised my eyes and looked at the apprentice standing opposite, Sima Xi. This boy is only fourteen years old this year. His face is as pale as death, and the copper plate in his hand is shaking. How do you know what's inside without cutting it open? I said angrily and continued to exert force on my hands. The skull is harder than I thought. This scalpel was specially made from the blacksmith shop. The blade was sharpened three times, but it was still not sharp enough. The kingdom's medical center has these conditions. It's good if they can give you a knife. What else do you expect from stainless steel instruments? The body was that of a man in his thirties, delivered from the eastern suburbs three days ago. His body was covered in ulcers, his eyes were bulging, and his mouth was filled with black blisters. The doctors of the church said it was a plague and they wanted to be burned. I stopped. Why? Because there's something wrong with this body. I have studied medicine in the royal capital for seven years, and I have seen as many as eight hundred corpses, if not a thousand. Plague corpses will turn black, swell, and pus will flow, but their nails will still grow on the third day after death.
