Flesh Doctor

Mo Wangchuan opened a metal clinic in the wasteland. He has no medicine. There was only a bone blade growing out of the finger bones, and a pair of hands that exuded pink-white mist. When the mist falls on the wound, the cracked muscles will realign and the broken blood vessels will be reconnected. The wound healed and he lost a little weight Then a girl who couldn't speak tied a red string around his hand. She used iron sheets to carve characters, stars, and crooked "Thank you". He began to notice that the eyes of the people he had loved changed when they looked at him. The miner said "You have light on your hands". Sister Hong said, "Your hands are shaking." Su Youning looked at him with a pair of pure white eyes and said, "You are not guilty, but there is something inside you." The smoke of Rusty Iron City rose. The white church robes look like a misplaced piece of snow in the gray market. There is an old flyer posted on the wall of the orphanage, which reads: "There have been unregistered serializer activities recently. If you find any, please report it." Mo Wangchuan didn't know who he was. All he knew was that he was missing a piece of meat every day. But the cracks in the wasteland are growing wider. Someone had already walked through it for him before him - Lin Nianqiu opened a hole with his life. The cracks on the mother stone are still spreading deeper. The rag Shadow Sable brought had burnt edges and was the same color as the patches on the Stalker's coat. The domain of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse stretches across the throat of the wasteland. The seven chapters of The Remembrancer are scattered throughout the eons of night. And in the deepest part of it all, that dark red light was still pulsing. He walked over.