The second part. Chapter 01

"The sound of rapid and desperate gasping broke the silence in the cabin, as a middle-aged man clutched his chest in agony, his face turning pale. "Help me..." he pleaded to the person next to him. The man beside him turned his head upon hearing the sound, only to see the middle-aged man in distress. With a disdainful look in his eyes, the man let out a cold snort and turned his attention back to the magazine in his hands.

Clearly, the man had no intention of helping, as his silver eyes, visible beneath his golden-rimmed glasses, held evident disgust and contempt. Silver eyes? Can humans have silver-colored eyes? Oh, of course not. According to the legends in the rural folklore, only one creature possesses silver eyes - vampires. Vampires, the strange beings described in people's tales, were monsters, demons sent by Satan to destroy humanity, the most wicked spirits from the depths of hell.

After a devastating massacre in the 17th and 18th centuries, the population of vampire clans had drastically decreased, almost to the point of extinction. Those who survived were the strongest of the strong, some of whom could resist sunlight, crosses, and even retract their fangs. These powerful vampires were scattered among the human population, occupying various social classes. Among the humans, they were exceptional individuals, and no one had ever discovered their true identities as vampires. These vampires had completely human-like appearances, making it difficult to distinguish them, but they all shared one common trait - they all had the surname "Morgan."

Speaking of the Morgan family, they were practically the royal family of the vampire race. Their exceptional bloodline made the Morgan descendants excel in all aspects. In the human world, most of the Morgan family members held leadership positions, either as business tycoons or political figures, but none of them pursued one profession - being a doctor.

For vampires, who possessed immortal bodies, being a doctor was something only frail humans needed. They didn't need it at all. Even if they occasionally fell ill, they could just seek help from human doctors. After all, no matter how sick they were, they couldn't die, right? Why waste talent on something meaningless to their clan? Wouldn't it be better to invest in politics and business to maintain the stability and prosperity of their clan?

"The sound of gasping in the cabin grew louder and more urgent, finally catching the attention of the flight attendants. "Sir, what's wrong with you?" a beautiful flight attendant hurriedly approached.

"Pain... my heart hurts... help..." the middle-aged man's face turned even more pale, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even complete a sentence.

"Is it a heart attack?" The flight attendant's face turned pale. This flight was a domestic one, without any random doctors on board!

"Help... save me!" The middle-aged man reached out his trembling arm, trying to grab the hand of the man next to him. Seeing this, the man stood up again, not wanting to be touched by the man. He glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain, then turned and walked towards an empty seat in the back of the cabin.

"Quick... broadcast to see if there's a doctor on board. This man looks like he's in critical condition," the flight attendant's panicked voice spread throughout the entire cabin.

The man with silver eyes casually found an empty seat and sat down, completely indifferent to the chaos in front. He opened the medical journal in his hands and refocused his attention on it. Perhaps everyone was too focused on the man in distress that no one noticed what the man with silver eyes was holding - a well-known medical journal.

Cress Morgan, despite lacking the compassion of a healer, was the only unique individual among vampires who practiced medicine.

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"I... I can't take it anymore." In the dark night, a woman's sob broke the silence, bringing a eerie atmosphere to the deep darkness.

The moonlight shone through the large French windows, faintly revealing a woman kneeling on the ground, holding a razor blade in her hand. The sharp blade glistened under the moonlight, reflecting its light in the dark night.

"Forgive me, Mom and Dad. Forgive me for going against your expectations, for being the first to end it all. Xiaochen really can't take it anymore, can't bear the pressure this world has given me. Death may be the best release for me!" The woman tremblingly picked up the razor blade, her gaze fixed on her pale right wrist. It was almost over, everything was almost over.

"Is this what you want to do? Cutting your wrist to commit suicide is very painful, you know! When you make that cut, a lot of blood will gush out, and you will be in so much pain. You might not die from blood loss, but instead suffer in agony!" A clear and pleasant female voice interrupted the woman's actions, and a slender figure appeared in front of the French windows. It was a young girl.

"Who? Who's there?" Fear was evident in the woman's eyes as she looked at the slender figure in front of the window. Her room was on the sixth floor of the building, so how did the girl get here?

"Do you want to commit suicide? Abandoning the precious life given by God will lead you to hell, you know!" The girl pushed open the French windows, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl walked into the room.

She was an unforgettable girl, with her slender figure and a youthful face. She gave off a fresh and natural vibe. The first impression she gave was that of innocence, but when she slightly opened her cherry lips to reveal a sweet smile, her terrifying fangs also emerged. In the girl's innocent aura, there was a hint of wickedness.

Blending innocence and wickedness, sunlight and allure, the girl exuded a captivating aura that was hard to forget.

"Are you afraid of me?" The girl smiled sweetly, her black eyes shimmering with a sinister silver light. "Since you're going to die anyway, after death, you'll become a ghost, just like me. There's nothing to be afraid of!"