"Isn't this... ridiculous?"
At Xi's question, Li Luo was too stunned to speak. She stared wide-eyed at the piece of gold in her hand—the one that had just been a stalactite.
"We've been deliberately hiding this. The outside world thinks we're just 'Healers,' that we simply have the ability to cure anything. They don't know that we're the ones who get to define what a 'disease' is."
"Back when I modified the parasitic plants to create the Red Spirit Flower, I started to wonder: has there always been a problem with how we Healers define disease?"
"To a patient, a parasitic plant is a fate worse than death, a demon that devours their body. But to the parasitic plant itself, it's just instinctively trying to reproduce."
"For a virus, its life is about finding a cell, getting inside, replicating, and then leaving to find more cells. Its entire world is just a collection of 'transparent spheres,' and those spheres are where it reproduces."
