above the disease

Chapter 1 Resurrection
"Founder of induced pluripotent stem cells and honorary president of the World Society of Medical Tissues."

"The founder of all New Calendar medicine."

"Known as the best doctor in the past 4000 years from the Old Calendar to the New Calendar, our very beloved Mr. Zhou Zhi."

"At the age of 33."

"Zhou Zhi's death is a great loss to the entire human race and the entire era..."

The voice in my head became increasingly blurry.

The female voice echoing in the TV wall gradually faded away.

Zhou Zhi let out a slight breath, and before he could look at the world, a strong smell of disinfectant entered his nasal cavity.

"It smells bad."

The man stretched out his hand to pull away the white cloth on his body, straightened his body, and felt an inexplicable throbbing pain inside his body.

It was as if there were some kind of bugs moving back and forth in my body.

"Am I not dead?"

Zhou Zhi stretched out his left hand, the pale cuff exposing his wrist, and pressed it against his eyebrows. Under him, the metal cart made a creaking sound that echoed throughout the dim space.

Zhou Zhi remembered clearly that he was dead.

Infected by the mysterious [disease], he lost all vitality and died in less than half a month.

The last image in my memory was of him lying on a hospital bed, dying alone.

"resurrection?"

Zhou Zhi jumped lightly from the iron cart.

There was a dim light at the edge of the room.

Zhou Zhi used this light to see clearly the scene in front of him.

In the dimly lit room, which was not that big, there were corpses covered with white cloths arranged haphazardly.

The number is huge, and they are piled here disorderly like objects.

Quiet, no sound.

The outline of the person is revealed through the white cloth, as if he could get up at any time and whisper something in his ear.

Morgue.

Zhou Zhi judged it immediately.

Maybe it was because he was dead that the people in the hospital pushed him into the morgue?
"However, it's a bit too informal."

Zhou Zhi's expression darkened, and he looked around the room without much emotion.

There were actually hundreds of corpses in the small room.

The pale brick walls reflected the bodies.

In the corner of the room, a metal door is embedded in the corner.

There are locks with strange shapes.

Zhou Zhi gently touched the lock that exuded a cold texture and frowned.

Where is the lock installed in the morgue?
Are you planning to let the corpse unlock the door?

Zhou Zhi thought so, and suddenly, the throbbing pain in his chest became a little more intense.

It seemed like there were countless small insects gnawing inside the flesh and blood.

[There are still five minutes and 16 seconds until the vital signs disappear].

what happened?

Zhou Zhi was stunned.

Where does this voice come from? It doesn't seem to be a voice, but... knowledge that appears inexplicably in my mind?
But what Zhou Zhi reacted to first was not the mysterious voice. He suddenly unbuttoned his pale shirt.

bow your head.

What I see is...

A devastated body.

And...the empty left and right chests, the lonely heart.

Zhou Zhi's pupils dilated.

"Eh?"

"Where are my... lungs?"

He finally made a voice and expressed this question.

Then, the second question came as expected.

How could I still be alive without lungs, an organ used for breathing and exchange?

As a doctor, this kind of thing goes against Zhou Zhi's longstanding knowledge base.

"I'm still breathing normally..."

"However, from what I can tell, I can only live for more than four minutes at most."

Zhou Zhi calmed down.

If the room is locked from the inside, there must be a key.

So, where is the key?

The entire sealed room, except for the corpse, was basically unobstructed.

Well, the answer is obvious.

Zhou Zhi lifted up the white cloth.

A corpse with a stiff expression was lying on an iron trolley in a strange posture.

The air is extremely cold.

Inexplicably, knowledge appeared in my mind.

"[A useless corpse]."

"[Died from influenza, his lungs were completely diseased and were removed to prevent the formation of an epidemic]."

Zhou Zhi saw it at first sight.

Same as myself.

The corpse's chest was empty.

The lungs were removed.

After turning the body over, Zhou Zhi didn't find the key, so he directly opened the white curtain of the next body.

Again, a thin woman with fully enlarged pupils and no lungs.

"[A useless corpse]."

"[Died from influenza, his lungs were completely diseased and were removed to prevent the formation of an epidemic]"

really.

Zhou Zhi spent a short time lifting the curtains of dozens of corpses around him.

all……

It's all the same.

Totally wrong.

"Is it some kind of special flu... This kind of death toll, according to the current medical level, will affect astronomical numbers of people."

Zhou Zhi thought seriously about this strange situation.

"Is it possible that I have been dead for a long time?"

Also, this disease turns into an epidemic...

Zhou Zhi had never heard of these words.

But now, time is running out.There were not many opportunities to come back from the dead, so Zhou Zhi did not stop.

Instead, he looked at the many pale corpses one by one.

Died uniformly from [influenza].

Moreover, the time of death will not be particularly long.

"At most, no more than one day."

Zhou Zhi made a judgment based on the state of the corpse.

These corpses have different shapes and their expressions are even more curious.

Zhou Zhi's eyes finally fell on the center of the room.

[There seems to be something different].

Suddenly, Zhou Zhi walked towards the cart in the center in silence.

Open.

It was the body of a thin man.

The thin man was naked and had fair skin.

Unlike other corpses.

This corpse is...

complete.

"[A corpse of some use]."

"[Mastered very few useless epidemic eradication techniques]."

"[Died from epidemic influenza (pathogen)]."

Zhou Zhi's fingers traced the smooth skin of the unknown man's corpse.

Along the arm, in the palm of his right hand, there is a key.

key.

Zhou Zhi was not in a hurry to take away the key.

Instead, he continued to observe the corpse.

There were cuts on the chest of the corpse.

Moment.

Zhou Zhi's body.

Restless.

“[Inferior lungs available].”

"[It is the best organ for the current situation]."

"[Can be removed with a scalpel]."

Scalpel, removal.

How come this surgical procedure of organ removal is said to be so simple?
Zhou Zhi looked unmoved.

He looked towards the left hand of the unknown male corpse.

A strange-looking knife.

"[Old scalpel]."

"[From a normal perspective, something that can hardly be called a scalpel is regarded as a treasure by its owner]."

"[At the last moment of his life, its owner completed one and only one operation that was full of mistakes]."

"[Is life meaningless for people without talent?]"

"[The owner of the scalpel asked.]"

Zhou Zhi raised his eyes.

scalpel.

It was completely different from the scalpel in my memory.

The scalpel in front of me looks much bigger.

There are many cracks on the top and it looks shaky.

[There are still two minutes and three seconds before the vital signs completely disappear].

Zhou Zhi has always been so calm.

He held the scalpel.

Although the shape is completely different.

But that inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to my mind.

As if connected to the body.

[The operation begins].

Never before had Zhou Zhi started the operation in such a crude environment.

The blade cuts the connection.

Meticulous.

Zhou Zhi's hand was terrifyingly steady, like an ancient well that never wavered.

Slightly larger right lung.

Then the left lung.

The surgery was as perfect as ever.

The whole process took 1 minute and 16 seconds.

The moment the connection is severed.

Zhou Zhi's face changed slightly.

The body became hot and dry.

The lungs placed next to the corpse had a great attraction for him at the moment.

There was a surge of desire in his chest.

Some of the flesh and blood began to produce sarcomas, spreading toward the lungs.

contact.

At the moment of contact.

It was as if Zhou Zhi's body had captured his lungs, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction arose.

Then, combine.

Skin growth.

Covers exposed external organs.

[There are still 73 hours until the vital signs completely disappear].

[Disease index: 20.00% one point seven].

[Source of disease: influenza. 】

Zhou Zhi's pupils moved slightly.

He bowed his head.

Looking at his unfamiliar hands.

"A new problem has arisen..."

"Am I still not human now?"

　The setting is finished and the outline is written for the first volume. Let’s take our time.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)