The sin of wearing a crown

"I'm treating people in the lower city."

There was a divine meaning in Qian Ning's pale face, the kind of martyrdom that a pilgrim would show only when he sees his place of pilgrimage at the end of his life.

Facing Linn, his eyes were always calm, as if he had surpassed everyone in some aspects.

Linn felt that it was getting more and more difficult.

At first, he thought Qian Ning could still be saved. People with good intentions could guide him back to the right path as long as he didn't suffer major setbacks and directly turn into evil. But numb Qian Ning is already in a state of disobedience. At this time, he can only give him a beating to restart his brain circuit, and then slowly educate him.

There's no point in beating him now.

Because Qian Ning's eyes were those of martyrdom, and he was extremely proud of what he had done. Beating him would only make him think that he was not wrong.

"What kind of disease makes you stick an awl into someone's eye and stir it up in the name of a false god?" Lin En laughed angrily. He wanted to hear what Qian Ning had to say.

"Poor disease." Qian Ning looked steadily at Lin En in the light, huddled in the darkness, and his calmness at the moment was overwhelming.

"..."

Lin En was silenced for a moment, and the anger on his face quickly faded. Mr. Xiao has never been an emotional person. He would only get angry if Qian Ning was stupid. However, after Qian Ning pointed out the problem to the point, Lin En could no longer face Qian Ning in an emotional state. That would It turned into a mess.

So Linn directly erased all unnecessary emotions and used his own self-control and rationality.

"Poor disease?"

"That's right, Arthur and I went to the free clinic in Xiacheng District. We helped a lot of people, many people we couldn't even think of before. But the more we went down, the more we discovered that even if our medical skills reached the level of a teacher, It’s impossible to help everyone in need.”

Qian Ning lowered his head and put his hands on his legs.

Only then did Linn see that the palms of his hands were worn away, which were the results of endless work.

"Mr. Lynn, can you imagine that everyone is begging you to help them, but your ability is limited and you dare not face their eyes. Every time I go to the downtown area, I am like an executioner. I can only say to them, I Who can only be saved and who cannot be saved? I don’t feel like a doctor who saves lives.”

"I want to save them. I don't want to see someone who can live a healthy life but die like a skinny wild dog on the roadside because of lack of ability or poverty. I want to save them. When I swore to be a doctor, I just There is no way such a simple wish can come true."

"I hate myself for being incompetent and I can't accept this result."

"I just want to realize this wish, Mr. Lin En. I slowly discovered in the lower city that all diseases are ultimately caused by poverty. No matter how strong and healthy people are, they have to work 12 hours a day and breathe dirty and harmful air. , drinking unboiled water, and eating food with fine sand and mud will make him sick."

"But I had no money, and my father lived frugally so that I could complete my studies at the Medical Association. He ended up lying on the bed, and I knelt beside him and listened to him shouting, cold, hungry..."

Qian Ning's voice was still low, as if it was carrying a huge weight, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Lynn certainly knows how terrible the disease of poverty is.

But if the world wants to eliminate the disease of poverty, it may not succeed even if it is pushed back for hundreds of years. As long as exploitation still exists, poverty will always exist. And poverty can bury all ideals. Idealists like Qian Ning are not the first, nor will they be the last.

Lin En was a little silent. At this moment, he understood why Qian Ning became like this. The ideal that had always supported him collapsed. Lower City was an abandoned place that no one outside cared about, and the people inside were being robbed. Go until you have nothing left and are still being taken away. You don’t live like a human being at all.

With green eyes twinkling, the young gentleman whispered.

"Does this have anything to do with what you are doing? Removing the frontal lobe will only turn people into muddy pieces of meat. You haven't saved anyone at all. You are killing people."

"I didn't kill anyone. That operation was just the first step."

Qian Ning's expression is becoming numb little by little, and the power of the [Flower Maker] is slowly fading away from him. After all, Lin En is only a Sequence 9, and his abilities will not last too long, let alone be able to repair Qian Ning's physical damage. If the stimulation continues, Channing may indeed die.

"The teachings of the sect are to dig out the senses, throw away meaningless pain and joy, and let yourself move towards the Holy Spirit. The first step is just destruction, and following the path of the Holy Spirit can save everyone from the threats of poverty, illness, and hunger. In the end, Beyond death. I have never forced myself on anyone, they all seek me out in order to survive.”

Historically, whenever the public sentiment in society fluctuated, there was an opportunity for cults to take advantage of it.

The fluctuation of people's hearts is often caused by problems with the material foundation.

Xiacheng District fits this situation very well. Peace slogans are shouted loudly, and the gentlemen are too busy dividing cakes to pay attention to the untouchables with their mouths open under the table. When pragmatic poor people see that shouting for peace cannot fill their stomachs, they can only abandon this slogan and turn to a more pragmatic direction.

There are many complex factors involved, and poverty is just a symptom.

Lin En looked at Qian Ning huddled in the shadows and couldn't help but feel pity.

He was lied to.

There are no gods other than the Righteous God in this world. Asking for help from an unheard-of [Painless Apostle] will only end up walking towards the cliff step by step.

Qian Ning took the wrong path. Even if he is an idealist, even if he takes the knife on himself, if he takes the wrong path, he is wrong.

Lin En finally asked himself, this is a conflict between the times and idealists. As a person from another world, he is essentially an idealist. When the conflict really breaks out, what should he do? Will the Qian Ning in front of me be herself one day in the future?

Just thinking about it makes people shudder!

"Where's Arthur? Where is he?"

"He doesn't agree with the teachings. I don't know where he is now. He may have been arrested."

Qian Ning shook his head.

"Mr. Lin En, can you tell me what I should do? Do you have any better suggestions?" Qian Ning looked at the glamorous Lin En and said.

"I can't answer your question now. I'm not a hero or a philosopher."

With a sigh, Lin En finally made up his mind. Since [Flower Maker] is effective, then [Nourisher] must also have the same effect and be more powerful than it. He has always consciously refrained from using abilities related to [Evil]. One reason is that he is afraid of being detected, and the [Suppression Bureau] has always issued a tracing order for the Black Holy Grail. The other reason is that he is worried about whether this ability will have any consequences. Hidden dangers that I didn't realize.

After all, the predatory greed shown by the [evil] phase is not friendly at all.

But now, Lynn wants to use it.

This was his selfish intention. He didn't want Qian Ning to die here, let alone become numb. He should live to atone for his sins and witness a better future.