The operating room was deathly silent, with only Zhang Shaozhong's labored breathing coming in like a bellows.

He slumped to the ground, feeling as if his soul was about to fly out of his throat, his limbs as weak as noodles.

"Is it...is it all over?" he asked, trembling, the flashlight beam waving back and forth, afraid that the dark figure would reappear.

Ling Qingxue's face was also somewhat pale; drawing the soul-soothing talisman had taken a considerable toll.

She nodded slightly, looking at the floating, faint ball of light: "The soul has been found. Although it was disturbed, it is not seriously injured. It can be returned to its original body."

Ye Meier clicked her tongue in displeasure: "Tsk, no fun! I thought I could stretch my muscles, but I just chickened out like this? What a waste of all that resentment!" She walked over and kicked the rusty nurse's nameplate on the ground with her toe in disgust.

Looking at the glowing orb representing 100,000 yuan, Zhang Shaozhong's excitement gradually overcame his lingering fear, and he scrambled to his feet: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry back and get the money!"

"How should we deliver it?" Ye Meier crossed her arms.

Do you know which hospital and ward this thing is in?

Zhang Shaozhong was taken aback and quickly took out his phone.

Fortunately, the "Brother Daredevil" team left an emergency contact number below the reward notice they posted.

He took a deep breath, calmed his wildly beating heart, and dialed the number.

"Hello? Who is this?" came an anxious male voice from the other end.

"You...you guys are the 'Brother Daredevil' team?" Zhang Shaozhong tried his best to keep his voice steady.

"Regarding the summoning of spirits... we might have some clues."

The voice on the other end immediately rose eight octaves: "A clue? What clue? Master! Do you have a way?!"

Zhang Shao glanced at the floating orb of light, then forced a knowing look and said, "Well... we've found the soul. It was a little frightened, but it's not a big problem. We need to send it back to its original body as soon as possible, otherwise things might change."

"Found you?! Really, Master! Where are you? We'll send someone to pick you up right away! No! We'll come to pick you up ourselves!" The person on the other end was so excited that they were incoherent.

"No need to answer!"

Zhang Shaozhong quickly refused, not wanting to expose his two ancestors. "Tell us the hospital address and ward number, and we... will find a way to send it."

The person on the other end hesitated for a moment, but eager to save the person, they quickly gave the address and VIP room number of a private hospital in the city center.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Shaozhong breathed a sigh of relief, but then faced a dilemma: "How... how do we send this soul over? By taxi? Will the driver let us in?"

Ling Qingxue said calmly, "It's alright. I will temporarily seal it with a small amount of spiritual power. You can carry it with you. Release it when you reach the vicinity of the hospital, and it will find its way back to its place on its own."

As she spoke, a faint light emanated from her fingertips. She tapped the ball of light a few times, and the ball quickly shrank to the size of a ping-pong ball, its light becoming more subdued, like a small nightlight.

She gestured for Zhang Shaozhong to reach out and place the small ball in his palm.

The ball feels cool to the touch and has very little weight.

Zhang Shaozhong carefully tucked it into his coat pocket, feeling as if he were carrying a time bomb... no, it was 100,000 yuan in cash!

"Let's go! Let's take a taxi to the hospital!" Zhang Shaozhong was instantly filled with enthusiasm.

The three hurriedly left the abandoned hospital, walked to the main road, and finally managed to flag down a taxi.

The driver looked at them strangely as they came out of this godforsaken place, but didn't ask any further questions.

They remained silent the entire way.

When they arrived near the private hospital, Zhang Shaozhong asked the driver to stop, paid the fare, and got out of the car.

Finding a secluded corner, Ling Qingxue cast a spell again, releasing the ball of light.

The ball of light hovered in the air for a moment, seemingly trying to determine its direction, before whooshing towards the hospital's VIP ward area and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"This...is that all?" Zhang Shaozhong was a little uneasy.

"Yes, she'll wake up in a moment," Ling Qingxue confirmed.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, Zhang Shaozhong's phone rang. It was the same number, and the voice was so excited it was almost crying: "Master! Master! He's awake! Gangzi is awake! Although he's still very weak, he's really awake! The doctors say it's a miracle! You're truly a living god!"

A huge weight was lifted from Zhang Shaozhong's heart. Suppressing his elation, he feigned profundity and said, "It's good that everyone is alright. Remember, there are gods watching over you. Don't do anything so offensive again."

"Yes, yes, yes! Master is right! We will never dare to do it again!" the other party assured them repeatedly.

"Um... the reward is 100,000 yuan. How would you like to pay it to me? Cash or bank transfer?"

Upon hearing "100,000 yuan," Zhang Shaozhong's heart skipped a beat.

He glanced at Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier beside him, took a deep breath, and said, "Cash. Old bills, not consecutive numbers. Tomorrow morning, put them in the third trash can at the south gate of People's Park (which is quite close to where they live)."

He learned the delivery location from spy movies; he thought it was really cool.

The other party was clearly taken aback for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions: "Okay! Understood! Deliver it promptly at 10:00 AM tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Shaozhong finally couldn't hold back and jumped up on the spot, cheering in a low voice, "Yay! 100,000 yuan! I got it! Hahahaha!"

Ye Meier beamed, "Ten thousand yuan! That can buy so much good food! Kid, you did a great job! That little bluff you gave earlier sounded pretty convincing!"

Even Ling Qingxue's lips seemed to curve upwards slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This unexpected windfall truly solved our immediate crisis.

The next morning, Zhang Shaozhong, like a thief, sneaked alone to People's Park and stared at the third trash can from afar.

Around 10 o'clock, I saw a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask look around, quickly stuff a black plastic bag into the trash can, and then walk away quickly.

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