Taking the Pulse of an Evil God

Thirty years ago, the world went silent for seven days. All of humanity fell into a coma for seven days, and when they woke, "God" had returned. With it came filth—those who looked directly at it would suffer nightmares at best, or at worst, their bodies would twist and deform, becoming mindless monstrosities. To survive, humanity established the Town God Division, killing filth and killing "god-madness" for thirty years. Only Shen Guan did not kill. A resident physician at the city's Seventh Psychiatric Hospital, and the grandson of a rural bell doctor. In his consultation room sat the city's most "mad" people. And he had a pair of eyes called the Eyes of Inspection— Others who looked directly at an evil god had their brains boil; When he looked directly at an evil god, he saw pulse patterns, tongue coating, disease location, disease nature, and transmission. The indescribable, in his eyes, was a medical record filled with symptoms. "Gods can get sick too. And when they're sick, they need treatment." So when the twelve divine thrones awakened one after another, and the whole world was thinking about how to kill gods—Shen Guan pulled up a chair and sat down, beckoning to that towering evil god: "Come, give me your hand. Let me take your pulse." — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Taking the Pulse of an Evil God — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠