Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 519: Let It Flow, Revive It

Sir Aiwen nodded, then slowly floated to sit in a chair not far away, smiling gently.

"That's good. But you came to me probably not just to share good news, right? Go ahead, what do you want to ask? I know you have many questions on your mind right now."

Seeing Sir Aiwen get straight to the point, Lynn also stopped with useless pleasantries and went directly to the main topic.

"Yes, I do have many questions. Senior White Night already told me about what happened while I was unconscious, but I still wanted to come ask you personally. I want to know..."

Lynn's expression gradually became complex as he looked at Sir Aiwen across from him.

"What I am."

After these words were spoken, the room fell into brief silence.

He originally had many questions, but when they reached his lips, they only condensed into these four words.

Sir Aiwen paused for a moment, slowly taking off his glasses, his face still wearing a gentle expression. Clearly, he knew Lynn would come to ask him this question.

Looking into Lynn's serious eyes, he smiled slightly and said:"You are Lynn. You are a Night Doctor of our Nightfall City, and you are the hope for whether the Matriarch and we can leave this world."

This wasn't the answer Lynn wanted.

But Sir Aiwen's gaze was as harmonious as a spring breeze, as if he hadn't answered, yet seemed to have already given the answer Lynn sought.

The meaning of these words was also simple.

No matter who you truly are, in our eyes, you are that young man called Lynn, a member of the Night Doctors, and the hope valued by the Matriarch and many Roots trapped by torment.

Lynn pondered, finally taking a deep breath and saying:

"Thank you."

Sir Aiwen looked at him, slowly closing his eyes.

"You are indeed somewhat mysterious. You might even be the most unfathomable person I've encountered in this Dark World. But this doesn't define you. You have your own personality and consciousness. It's just that your emergence..."

"Perhaps happened to align with a certain trajectory and... fate."

Lynn's expression turned serious, sweating slightly as he said:

"Sir, riddles aren't really in fashion, are they? Can you translate that into words I can understand?"

Sir Aiwen was taken aback, then couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head with a full smile.

"Alright, then let me make a more intuitive analogy. Of course, these are all just my one-sided speculations. Whether they're true or not, I'm not entirely sure."

As he spoke, he gently snapped his fingers.

And in that instant, the scenery around them immediately began to change, twisting like a kaleidoscope.

When Lynn opened his eyes again, he found himself by a pond in a scene filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. The sky was azure, the air fresh, so illusory it was like he had arrived in the upper world.

"Where is this..." Lynn examined his surroundings uncertainly.

Sir Aiwen sat smiling by the chair, not answering him, but instead turned to look at the pond that was quiet like stagnant water.

"Do you see that pond?"

Lynn gave him a doubtful look, then turned his gaze to the pond. He slowly drove his wheelchair over, leaning down to look into the pond.

The pond was extremely clear, even able to clearly reflect his image.

Quiet and peaceful.

But for some reason, Lynn vaguely felt waves of ominousness and eeriness.

Because the pond was truly too still, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

And the more he looked at his own reflection in the pond, the more bizarre it seemed. He narrowed his eyes, trying hard to find the source of that strangeness, which forced him to struggle to rise up, his gaze peering deeper into the pond.

And in the next instant.

His pupils sharply contracted.

He finally understood the source of that ominous and eerie feeling.

Skeletons!

At the bottom of the pond, he saw densely packed, countless pale skeletal remains haphazardly bound together. And those hollow skulls of the skeletons seemed to all be staring at him, making him feel waves of chills throughout his body.

"Lynn."

The gentle voice of Sir Aiwen reached his ears, instantly pulling back his gaze.

When he turned to look, Sir Aiwen had somehow already appeared beside him, his face wearing an indistinct expression.

"What do you think of this pond?"

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

"It's too still. It has become a pool of stagnant water."

Sir Aiwen stood with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly.

"Yes, it's too quiet. And when something remains quiet for too long, it breeds deadly toxins, causing the creatures within to die in droves, making the living creatures suffer and unable to thrive."

"Then how do you think we can save this stagnant water?"

Lynn glanced at him, thought for a moment, then said seriously:

"Make it flow. Revitalize it."

And precisely at the moment his words finished.

In that pond of stagnant water, a faint ripple suddenly appeared. Under Lynn's astonished gaze, a small rotting fish leaped from the pond, splashing tiny waves, before plunging back into the water once more.

And following the first fish's leap.

Under Lynn's watchful eyes, more and more fish began leaping out of the water, striving to jump higher.

One after another, constantly leaping, yet constantly failing.

Without exception, their final outcome was the same—no matter how high they jumped, they would ultimately fall back into the water.

Lynn stared blankly at that scene, feeling inexplicably moved by a sense of tragic heroism for a moment.

Sir Aiwen looked up.

"Do you see up there?"

Lynn raised his head, looking in that direction. On the high cliff above, he seemed to vaguely see traces washed by a waterfall, the mottled marks left by time on the cliff face.

"Is that a waterfall?" Lynn asked, looking at him.

Sir Aiwen raised his head.

"Yes. This pond wasn't always like this. Because periodically, that waterfall would bring torrential waters cascading into this pond, reinjecting vitality and life into this place."

"Although the waterfall's impact would also cause many large fish in the pond to perish, making them bitterly resent it, for most fish, the waterfall not only brought them life, but also brought them more space and opportunities."

Lynn listened intently, feeling strongly that Sir Aiwen was metaphorically telling him something.

"It was always like this before, cycling repeatedly, over and over. The fish in the pond wouldn't have much memory either, because their lifespans were very short—so short they might not even witness a single waterfall fall in their entire lifetime. So many fish simply forgot."