A huge crowd had gathered in front of the hospital, creating a chaotic scene. On one side, a group was harassing patients waiting in long lines for treatment, extorting money and valuables from them. Seemingly intent on disrupting the medical care, they constantly caused disturbances and cshed with the hospital staff.The hospital administrators were on high alert, closely monitoring their movements. Mingu also sensed that they were plotting something sinister."Who are those people?" Mingu asked the interpreter with an uneasy expression."They are hostile forces against this hospital. A kind of angry mob, losers who believe their impoverished lives are due to the wealthy," the interpreter replied with a somber yet slightly smiling expression.That day, after Mingu finally finished his te rounds and took a brief rest, the interpreter came to Mingu's room. He spoke cautiously."Mr. Mingu, are you there?""Yes.""I have something to discuss with you for a moment... May I come in?""Yes, please come in."The interpreter opened the door, entered, and sat down on a chair. Then he began to speak."Mr. Mingu, if you don't mind me asking, could you perhaps tell me about the principle behind your healing abilities? Of course, you don't have to answer if it's difficult for you."Mingu paused for a moment in thought before speaking."Why wouldn't I? Well... to be honest, it's hard for me to expin it definitively. But my guess is that it's something like a 'delusional belief in a falsehood'.""A delusional belief?""Yes. I tell sick people, especially those with incurable diseases or those deemed beyond recovery, a lie: 'You will get better soon.' They hear my words and develop a false belief, and surprisingly, that belief in the lie manifests as reality. Astonishingly, even foreigners who cannot directly understand my nguage have been healed by the same principle.""Such a simple yet profound principle... Should I try it sometime? Ah... but of course not, right? This is completely scientifically inexplicable...""Indeed. If I were to expin all this scientifically, I think it would be impossible. But the fact remains that many people have been healed through my words, and that fact doesn't seem to change."The next day arrived. Mingu, who invariably woke up early to treat the flood of patients, was working tirelessly, beads of sweat rolling down his face. At that moment, a deafening roar that seemed to tear through the quiet hospital corridor shattered the silence in an instant. The windows rattled violently, and dust rained down.Soon after, a dull thudding sound, like a hailstorm, grew closer and closer, and then shook the entire hospital building. Amidst the terrified murmuring of patients and medical staff, the firmly closed main entrance of the hospital shattered in an instant, and a massive wave of people poured in. In the ensuing chaos, even those who had been standing in line screamed in terror and surged into the hospital."What in the world is happening?"Mingu asked the interpreter urgently, unable to comprehend the chaotic situation."Riot... a riot has broken out! The rioters are swarming this way!"The interpreter replied in a trembling voice, his face pale."A riot?"Mingu repeated in disbelief."Those people who were causing trouble... Oh no, there's no time to expin. This way!"The interpreter grabbed Mingu's arm and spoke urgently.Following the interpreter out the back door of the hospital, Mingu was immediately shaken by the terrifying gunshots echoing from all directions. People began to run in unison. A frantic race to escape death had begun."Run, Mr. Mingu! Hurry!"Clutching the bag full of gold bars with both hands, the interpreter began to run desperately."That... throw it away!""No way! If you're going to throw it away, give it to me!"The interpreter gasped for breath and replied with greedy eyes."Ugh, take it. You can have it, but right now..."Before Mingu could finish speaking, a chilling bullet whizzed past his ear, making the hairs on his body stand on end.The gunshots grew louder and louder, and people fell in the streets everywhere, screaming. Gasping for breath as he ran, Mingu spotted a young child lying in the middle of the road, groaning."Mr. Mingu, we have to run! Just a little further and there's a vehicle. We can take that!"The interpreter shouted desperately.However, Mingu approached the child, gently lifted him up, pced his hand on the child's body, and began to whisper something earnestly. The interpreter hesitated for a moment, then abandoned Mingu and disappeared towards the waiting vehicle, clutching the bag of gold bars.Fortunately, as soon as Mingu's hand touched him, the child's ragged breathing gradually calmed, and the pallor on his face returned to a healthy color. Mingu carefully hid the child behind a safe building, then began to run again towards where the vehicle was waiting.How long had he run? Mingu found the interpreter lying face down on the side of the road. His body was riddled with bullet holes, and he was already cold and lifeless. Several footprints were imprinted in the pool of his blood. The bag of gold bars he had desperately protected was nowhere to be seen.Mingu started running again. He ran without stopping. Finally, he arrived at the pce where the vehicle had been waiting, but the car was already gone. His mind went bnk. In that desperate moment, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of Mingu's head. It was one of the rioters.The rioter turned Mingu around. But the moment he saw Mingu's face, he became very flustered and lowered his gun. Then, looking at Mingu, he pced his hand on his chest, rubbed it, and began to say something earnestly. Mingu thought he was probably a family member of someone he had healed.The man grabbed Mingu's shoulder and gently pulled him. Then, he subtly gestured in the direction Mingu should flee. He kept talking, but unfortunately, Mingu couldn't understand him. Mingu simply nodded and started running again in the direction he had indicated. He ran without stopping, weaving through the hail of bullets and the corpses.His breath caught in his throat, but Mingu couldn't stop. Without even a sip of water, he struggled only to survive. In that extreme situation, feeling his own precarious life continuing, Mingu deeply realized the preciousness of life.After running for a long time, Mingu reached a dead end. It was a pce enclosed by a massive barbed wire fence. Ignoring the English warning sign that read 'Restricted area', Mingu desperately climbed over the barbed wire and plunged into the darkness.