Flesh Doctor

In the wasteland, the poisonous light only leaks out for two or three hours every day. There is an iron clinic in the gray market of Rusty Iron City, and the doctor is named Mo Wangchuan. He lost his memory and couldn't remember who he was. He only remembered that his hands could save people. His abilities are weird. The flesh mist oozing out from the ten fingers can suture wounds, connect broken bones, and bring people back from hell. But after each treatment, a small piece of flesh will appear between the nails. He uses himself to make up for others every day. There is an old notebook in the drawer, with a line of words written by him on the broken page: "Don't eat people. Once you eat, you can't go back." Everyone said there was a monster living inside him. The Church of the Seven Sins is chasing him, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are waiting for him, and the followers of the evil god call him a kindred spirit. But he just wants to be a doctor. Bai Muxi can't speak. She tied a red rope around his left wrist, tied it with a bow, and told him with her mind: "This way it won't fall off." From then on, every time he was on the verge of losing control, the bow would pull him back a little. The empire is dying, evil gods are infiltrating, and spiritual puppets are born from human desires. Mo Wangchuan led a mute girl, a dragon-turned-orphan, and a girl who judged sins through the wasteland, defeating evil gods, uncovering churches, and overthrowing the empire. Finally he knew what he was. Not a monster, not a container. It's the key, it's God. The worse the world becomes, the more valuable humanity becomes. Everyone says you are a monster, but you insist on saving people. The thing in your body screams for eating every time you wake up, but you insist on stitching it up. What Mo Wangchuan keeps is not the righteousness, but the bow, the stars, and the sentence "This way it won't fall off." The abyss will not disappear, but it cannot push a man tied by a bow.