The monitor flatlined. Chest compressions were ineffective, and they had tried defibrillation twice. Everyone knew there was no hope.
Chen Shu had just said, "I did everything I could," when his phone rang.
[Myriad Worlds Healing Chat Group]
Cai Wenji: "Start chest compressions! I'll take over his heart rate! Do exactly as I say!"
Gambler: "Send me your coordinates. My regeneration technique can handle any challenge."
Bian Que: "I've already planted seven layers of poison triggers in his blood vessels... Oh, is he still breathing?"
Chen Shu: "...Who are you people??"
Cai Wenji: "You're the one who added me to the group, group owner."
From then on, the most ridiculous medical dream team in the myriad worlds started pulling overtime together at his hospital.
Severed limbs could be reattached, terminal illnesses cured, and even the dead could bargain with the King of Hell.
Until one day, Chen Shu realized that everyone he'd brought back to life owed him a life in return.
And that life... he could take back whenever he wanted.
Medicine can save lives, but it can also take them.
What I control isn't medicine. It's the switch that turns life on and off.
