After that, Ars realized that the knowledge he possessed was that of a gardener. Ars felt truly excited upon discovering that he held the power to copy other people's knowledge. However, he began to wonder how he had acquired this power. Suddenly, it struck him—he had been hit by Truck-kun! Yet, unlike the usual stories of reincarnation, Ars hadn't been reborn. Instead, he had been saved by a doctor.
Ars exclaimed in frustration, "Damn it! Curse all the doctors who saved me!"
Despite his initial disappointment, Ars couldn't shake the question: How had he been granted a special power without being reincarnated? After much pondering, the answer dawned on him—God had made a mistake and given him this ability accidentally.
As he contemplated this, a doctor entered his hospital room. Instinctively, Ars activated his ability and copied the doctor's medical knowledge. Utilizing this newfound expertise, Ars suggested what medicines would best help cure his injuries. The doctor, impressed by Ars's uncanny knowledge, offered him an assistant doctor job. Ars was elated—not only could he earn money through this job, but he could also expand his knowledge further.
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The moment Ars stepped into the hospital's bustling corridors as an assistant, he felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. White coats swirled around him, patients' cries echoed through the halls, and the faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air. Ars clenched his fists, reminding himself of the advantage he now held.
"I can copy anyone's knowledge. This is my chance to become more than I ever imagined."
Dr. Raynor, the senior physician who had offered him the position, was walking briskly beside Ars, briefing him on his responsibilities. "You'll assist with patient diagnostics, maintain medical records, and occasionally observe surgeries. Of course, you won't perform any major procedures until you're qualified." Dr. Raynor glanced at him. "Still, with your insights from yesterday, I believe you have the potential to grow quickly."
Ars nodded eagerly, though he was already scheming. His power was like a cheat code—he didn't need years of medical school or grueling internships. All he needed was proximity to the right people.
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The first test of his new role came almost immediately. A nurse approached them, her face tight with urgency. "Dr. Raynor, Room 312. The patient's vitals are dropping—suspected myocardial infarction."
Ars followed Dr. Raynor into the room, adrenaline surging. The patient, a middle-aged man, was gasping for air, his face pale. As Dr. Raynor began examining him, Ars discreetly focused on the doctor. Within seconds, a flood of knowledge rushed into his mind—terminologies, procedures, even a step-by-step guide to managing heart attacks.
Dr. Raynor barked out instructions to the team. Ars hesitated, but then he noticed a junior nurse struggling to interpret the ECG readings. Drawing on his newly acquired expertise, he stepped forward. "It's a STEMI," Ars said confidently, pointing at the monitor. "Start preparing for reperfusion therapy immediately."
The room went silent for a moment before the nurse nodded and relayed his suggestion. Dr. Raynor gave Ars an approving look. "Not bad for your first day."
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Later that evening, Ars found himself in the hospital library. Though his ability gave him instant knowledge, he realized that understanding the depth of that knowledge required practice. He picked up a thick medical textbook and began flipping through it, absorbing details about human anatomy. The text felt oddly familiar, as though he had studied it for years.
But his peace was short-lived. As he leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs, he overheard a conversation between two interns seated nearby.
"Did you hear about Dr. Grayson's research? He's developing a revolutionary treatment for neurodegenerative diseases," one of them said.
"Yeah, but good luck getting close to him. He's practically a legend around here," the other replied.
Ars's ears perked up. A legendary doctor? Revolutionary research? It was too tempting to ignore. He decided then and there that Dr. Grayson would be his next target.
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The following day, Ars made his way to the neurology wing. He lingered in the halls, pretending to study a patient chart, until he spotted Dr. Grayson. The man was tall, with sharp features and a commanding presence. He was surrounded by a group of residents, all hanging on his every word.
"Knowledge like his could elevate me to a whole new level," Ars thought. He waited for an opportunity to get closer, and when Dr. Grayson finally stepped away from the group, Ars approached him.
"Dr. Grayson, sir," Ars began, injecting just the right amount of nervousness into his tone. "I've heard so much about your work. I'd be honored to assist you in any way I can."
Dr. Grayson raised an eyebrow. "An assistant from General Medicine wants to work with me? Interesting. What makes you think you're qualified?"
Ars smirked internally but kept his expression humble. "I may not have formal training in neurology, but I'm a quick learner. Just give me a chance."
Grayson stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Fine. Meet me in Lab 5 tomorrow morning. Let's see if you can keep up."
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Lab 5 was unlike anything Ars had seen before. The room was filled with high-tech equipment, glowing monitors, and rows of chemical samples. Dr. Grayson wasted no time. He handed Ars a file thick with notes. "These are the details of our current study. Go through them and prepare a summary."
Ars opened the file and skimmed through it. The words and diagrams swirled in his mind, merging with the knowledge he had just copied from Grayson. Within minutes, he understood the essence of the research.
"It's brilliant," Ars said aloud. "You're using nanotechnology to repair damaged neural pathways."
Grayson looked up sharply. "You grasped that already?"
Ars nodded. "The challenge will be ensuring the nanoparticles don't trigger an immune response. You'll need to tweak the coating material."
Grayson's expression shifted from skepticism to genuine interest. "You might actually be useful," he said.
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Weeks passed, and Ars became an indispensable part of Grayson's team. With every interaction, Ars copied more knowledge—not just from Grayson but from the other researchers in the lab. He began making contributions that astonished even the senior scientists.
But Ars's success didn't go unnoticed. Whispers began to circulate in the hospital. How was an untrained assistant outperforming seasoned doctor
Some admired him,while others grew suspicious
One evening, as Ars was leaving the lab, a stern voice called out to him. "Ars, wait."
He turned to see Dr. Raynor approaching. The man's face was unreadable. "You've been making waves lately," Raynor said. "But I have to ask—where did you learn all this?"
Ars hesitated, his mind racing. Should he come clean about his ability? Or would it be safer to lie?
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To Be Continued...