Now things are really messed up. On one hand, it's being attacked by Ye Meier's domineering demonic arts, making it howl in pain; on the other hand, it's being purified by Ling Qingxue's Taoist soul-soothing talisman, making it restless and uneasy.

This extreme contrast between hot and cold treatment drove the already mentally unstable vengeful spirit completely insane!

All that could be heard was a howling wind, stirring up dust and debris that stung people's cheeks. The entire operating room seemed to be shaking slightly, and the doors and windows rattled as if they were about to collapse at any moment!

Zhang Shaozhong was caught in the middle, with demonic energy on one side and the natural way of Tao on the other. The contract on his chest was as hot as a branding iron, and he felt as if his soul was about to be torn in two by these two completely different forces!

He wished he could just faint on the spot.

"No! This spirit's resentment has accumulated for too long and has penetrated deep into its bones; ordinary methods of calming the soul will be ineffective!"

Ling Qingxue's face grew paler and paler, and sweat beaded on her forehead. She was already short of spiritual energy, and now she was expending a great deal of energy.

"Why waste words with it! Just wipe it out completely!"

Night Enchantress also fought with all her might. Although she had lost one-tenth of her strength, her moves became increasingly ruthless and fierce, targeting the core of the vengeful spirit.

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control and head towards the worst possible outcome of "soul annihilation," Zhang Shaozhong, who was being continuously assaulted by the resentment of the vengeful spirit's core, suddenly had the fragmented images he had seen before—the operating light, the argument, the nurse's uniform, and the blood—collide with a thought that had flashed through his mind amidst extreme fear and confusion!

A sudden inspiration struck him, and without thinking twice, he mustered all his strength and shouted at the churning black shadow:

"Nurse Wang! Are you Nurse Wang?! The people who harmed you! Those who lied to you and harmed you! They have been punished! Executed! All of them executed!"

"It's been so many years, let it go! Forgive yourself! That streamer is innocent! Give him back his soul!"

His words were pure guesswork.

The title "Nurse Wang" was a guess he made up based on the image of the nurse he had just seen and the strong resentment of being "deceived and framed"; the "punished" part was just a casual fabrication to appease the other party.

To put it bluntly, it's like trying anything when you're desperate, or treating a hopeless situation as a last resort!

However, a miracle happened!

The vengeful spirit, which was originally extremely agitated and on the verge of self-destruction or fighting to the death, suddenly stopped upon hearing the words "Nurse Wang" and "punished"!

The churning black image was paused, frozen in mid-air. The piercing screams transformed into intermittent sobs, filled with immense bewilderment and uncertainty:

"Punishment...? They...are...really...dead...?"

"There's hope!" Zhang Shaozhong almost burst into tears of joy upon seeing this reaction. He quickly seized the opportunity and stammered out every word he could think of to persuade people to do good and let go of their obsessions, regardless of whether it was feudal superstition or not:

"Let it go...let it go! When will this cycle of revenge end! You...you're a pitiful person too, why create more karma! In your next life...in your next life, may you be reborn into a better family! That streamer is stupid, arresting him won't help! Let him go, and we'll help you pass on to the afterlife! Yes! Pass on to the afterlife! Let the fairies chant sutras for you!"

He was speaking incoherently and with deep emotion, while Ling Qingxue reacted quickly, immediately activating the Soul-Soothing Talisman with all her might. The clear and soothing chanting sounded in the chaotic room, like a clear spring flowing, trying to wash away the resentment that had accumulated for decades.

Seeing this, Ye Meier pursed her lips, finding it troublesome, but temporarily stopped, crossed her arms, and looked at the dramatic scene before her with suspicion, wanting to see how effective this "appeasement policy" would be.

Surprisingly, under Zhang Shaozhong's not-so-clever but perfectly hitting-the-point "persuasion," and with Ling Qingxue's continuous calming talisman, the violent fluctuations of the dark shadow really began to subside.

The thick, almost impenetrable black resentment seemed to be diluted, its color gradually fading and its surging becoming smaller and smaller.

The biting cold and fierce resentment that filled the room also diminished.

After about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the dark shadow finally stopped being menacing and slowly coalesced into a relatively clear outline of a woman wearing an old-fashioned white nurse's uniform.

She kept her head down, her face still blurry, but the previous violent aura was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sadness and weariness.

She seemed to bow slightly in Zhang Shaozhong's direction, and then her entire silhouette slowly dissipated into the air like wisps of smoke, leaving no trace.

As she dissipated, a faint but pure white sphere of light floated out from the corner. Inside the sphere, the faint image of an unconscious man could be seen, curled up in a ball—it was the lost soul and spirit of "Brother Daredevil"!

With a soft "clink," an old, rusty nurse's nameplate, its writing almost illegible, fell to the dusty ground.

In an instant, the entire operating room fell into a deathly silence.

The lingering, suffocating chill had largely dissipated; though still dilapidated, it was no longer terrifying.

When Zhang Shaozhong saw the ball of light and the disappearance of the vengeful spirit, his tense nerves instantly relaxed. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. He gasped for breath like a fish out of water, his clothes soaked with cold sweat and clinging to his body.

"Oh my god... good heavens... is it finally... finally done?"

He felt like he had just run a marathon, the kind with a 100-kilogram load.

Ye Meier walked over, bent down and picked up the nurse's name tag. She wiped off the rust with her fingers and could barely make out the words "Wang**juan".

She curled her lip: "Hmph, you're lucky, you just stumbled upon the right thing. You actually guessed correctly."

Ling Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief, her expression softening. She walked to the ball of light representing "Brother Boldness's" soul, examined it carefully, and nodded, saying, "His soul is unharmed; he was just too frightened and has fallen into a deep sleep. Take him back and find a way to return him to his rightful place."

The crisis seems to have passed.

But Ling Qingxue looked at the nameplate on the ground, then at the empty operating room, a hint of doubt flashing in her cold eyes.

Could the resentment of a nurse who died unjustly due to medical malpractice or dispute really be so deep that it could form such a physically imposing and harmful spirit?

Furthermore, who set up that broken Yin-gathering and soul-locking array that we sensed earlier? What was its purpose?

All of this seems to be more complicated than it appears on the surface.