The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 57
At the same time, the sound of the detector turned into a continuous high-pitched sound, which also meant that the heart of the person lying on the operating table had stopped beating.

"No! I won't fail, never!" Song Wenze screamed, and his originally gentle face became horrifying.

He looked at Qiao Yimo viciously, "Why did you do this, why did you destroy me!"

"You exchanged another person's life for this person, not for the sake of curing diseases and saving lives, but for your ridiculous vanity and profit!" Qiao Yimo roared, "It is because of you that my father died!"

"Hahahaha!" Song Wenze suddenly laughed wildly.

Qiao Yimo's heart was chilled by his smile, Fu Moshen pulled her behind her, and looked down at her hands that were accidentally cut just because she was holding a plate.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Mo frowned coldly.

Song Wenze didn't answer him, just laughed and muttered to himself, "I failed, I have nothing left...why should I be treated like this, why?"

Qiao Yimo listened for a long time before she understood.

It turns out that this Song Wenze has always been excellent, and he has a strong talent for cardiac surgery.But because of his lack of background, he was not only squeezed out by his tutors at school, but also suppressed in the hospital because of the jealousy of his seniors.

In this way, he always wanted to stand out, but the blow of reality made him suffer from depression.

Since he got sick, because of continuous medication control, his hands began to shake uncontrollably, and he could no longer hold a scalpel at all.

The crazy smile on Song Wenze's mouth was in stark contrast to the hatred in his eyes.

This crazy look made Qiao Yimo tremble all over, and he didn't dare to look any further.

"Fortunately, just when I was almost desperate, it appeared..." Song Wenze crawled on the ground and picked up the scalpel that Qiao Yimo had knocked off.

Song Wenze looked at the scalpel in his hand obsessively, as tenderly as if he was looking at his lover.

It is because of this knife that he can achieve success and fame. Those who looked down on him, suppressed him, and excluded him before are now full of praise for him. Some people even kneel down or go bankrupt in order for him to save their relatives.

At this time, the black air surrounding the scalpel disappeared a lot, and the body of the knife was exposed, and her eyes widened instantly.

I saw the knife in Song Wenze's hand, with a slightly curved tip, small and flexible, and a small balance engraved on the handle, which she had seen in books before.

One of the twelve ghost knives, the blade of balance.

The setting of Balance Blade in the book is that killing one person can save one person, and no one can break it.

Song Wenze was still immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, "With it, I am a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life!"

"What miracle doctor! Do you know that with this knife, what you call saving people is killing people! You can kill as many people as you save!"

Qiao Yimo roared, and Song Wenze looked at her blankly, "Impossible, I didn't kill someone! I didn't kill someone!" He clenched the knife in his hand, and the cloud of black energy appeared again, completely enveloping the balance blade.

The black air seemed to have affected Song Wenze's mind, his eyes were blood red, and he exuded a cold ghostly air.

"No, he's already bewitched!" Mu Yunxi on the side exclaimed, and the magic circle could no longer trap Song Wenze.

"What do we need to do?"

Qiao Yimo walked quickly to Mu Yunxi's side, wanting to help.

"Blood... Brother Fu Moshen's blood!" Mu Yunxi spoke with difficulty, trying to maintain the magic circle, but the light of the magic circle had begun to gradually fade.

Fu Moshen hurriedly cut his finger, but before he reached Mu Yunxi, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and Qin Tu appeared at the door.

"Song Wenze, wake up quickly, don't be obsessed anymore!" Qin Tu shouted loudly, stepping into the magic circle.

But at this time, Mu Yunxi couldn't hold on anymore, the magic circle collapsed instantly, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of her mouth.

Qiao Yimo was startled, and before he could react, Fu Moshen protected him behind him, while Song Wenze, who was originally standing in the middle of the magic circle, was wrapped in black air all over his body, looking extremely terrifying and weird.

The Balanced Ghost Knife was even more powerful. Song Wenze flicked the sharp blade in his hand, and the light of the knife flew towards Mu Yunxi in an instant.

Mu Yunxi was originally a little bit exhausted in order to maintain the magic circle. After barely avoiding the knife light attacking him, he tried his best to escape.

Song Wenze dodged to chase after him, only to see that his figure was like lightning, and with a wave of the ghost knife in his hand, Mu Yunxi was instantly knocked into the air, and hit the wall heavily without moving.

"Yunxi!" Qin Tu roared angrily and rushed to Mu Yunxi's side.

Qiao Yimo's heart was beating wildly. Even Mu Yunxi couldn't control Song Wenze. They might all be doomed today!
"Let's go!" She reached out to grab Fu Moshen's arm and stepped back. She didn't want to die in the hands of a lunatic like Song Wenze.

Song Wenze laughed bitterly, "Want to run?"

That voice didn't look like it was going to come at all, as if he had come out of the ground, Qiao Yimo felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fu Moshen took Qiao Yimo's arm with his backhand, and the two ran towards the door of the operating room.

"Hehehe, don't let anyone leave today!" Song Wenze's sinister figure came from behind, like an inescapable ghost.

Qiao Yimo gritted her teeth and was about to reach the door of the operating room.

With a sound of "Bang!", the door of the operating room suddenly closed. Fu Moshen and Qiao Yimo were caught off guard and fell heavily on the door due to inertia.

Qiao Yimo didn't have time to cry out the pain, and when she turned around, she saw Song Wenze's sinister face was close at hand, so close that she could suck the black air in as long as she took a breath.

"Go away!" Fu Moshen on the side suddenly broke out, smeared blood all over his palm, and slammed Song Wenze's face fiercely.

Song Wenze suffered a moment of pain, and took a few steps back, his cheeks were stained with Fu Moshen's blood, and the black air in the same position dissipated instantly.

It was obvious that the cloud of black air was afraid of Fu Mo's deep blood.

Fu Moshen took the opportunity to lift his leg to kick the closed door. Qiao Yimo even saw the slightly trembling door panel, which shows how much effort Fu Moshen used, "Boom!"

When the door opened, Qiao Yimo was overjoyed.

Fu Moshen lost his strength, gritted his teeth and pushed Qiao Yimo out, "Go!"

"Then what should you do?" Qiao Yimo looked at Fu Moshen hesitantly, and abandoned Fu Moshen reluctantly and ran away.

"If you can walk, it counts as one!" Fu Moshen didn't care to say anything, and stretched out his hand to push Qiao Yimo again.

"No, let's go together." Qiao Yimo took the initiative to grab Fu Moshen's hand, and exhausted all his strength to hold on. Suddenly, Song Wenze appeared in front of them again.

(End of this chapter)