Before the county hospital was built, it was the home of this ghost baby. The wealthy patriarch tried every means to have a son, but unfortunately, his wife had been childless for many years. His concubines either gave birth to daughters like his wife. Later, his wife finally became pregnant, but she still gave birth to a daughter.

However, in order to maintain her position as the legal wife, she had secretly planned to switch a baby boy with her daughter. She thought she could get away with it, but the matter was exposed before the baby was even a month old.

The situation was extremely chaotic at the time, with everyone harboring their own ulterior motives. In the end, due to the intertwining of various forces and interests, the baby girl was sacrificed.

But due to a coincidence of time and circumstances, the baby girl was turned into a ghost baby. Her soul was immortal and her obsession was not dispelled, so she has been lingering until now. During this time, she was relatively well-behaved. Today, she was stimulated by the lightning tribulation of that little snake. No, it should be said that she was frightened, which is why she became so aggressive.

As Shang Lin stopped chanting the incantation, the ghost baby's body gradually faded, eventually disappearing completely enveloped by the golden light of the talisman, dissipating into the rain.

Shang Lin stumbled and almost fell. Now his body, which had just begun to recover, was ruined again. He reached for his umbrella before asking Ji Xiaoyao, "Where did you go just now?"

“I went to find the bell.” Ji Xiaoyao was in a bad mood. “Is it really that important whether you have a boy or a girl? Back in the day, our Ji family was a military family. We didn’t have the concept of male superiority over females. The women in our family could also practice martial arts and fight on the battlefield. They were just as capable as the men.”

Shang Lin led the way toward the inpatient department, saying as she walked, "Can people be the same? Some people can't even afford to eat, yet they still insist on having sons. It's like the kids can grow up on air and dirt."

After speaking, Shang Lin stopped and looked at Ji Xiaoyao, "If I may ask, do you have children?"

"No, Qiu Niang was too weak to have children. Our Ji family is not short of children. We were originally planning to adopt one from the clan after I returned in triumph. But I died in battle, and Qiu Niang committed suicide after hearing the news."

Shang Lin didn't like to reopen old wounds, but having said that, he asked again, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if Qiu Niang in the Dragon Spirit Tower wasn't your wife?"

"There's nothing I can do." Ji Xiaoyao seemed quite philosophical about it. "It's better for me to be with you guys than to be a wandering ghost."

Shang Lin could understand Ji Xiaoyao's feelings to some extent. For a person to have been searching for a wife who was almost impossible to find for hundreds of years, what kind of strong will and determination must that take?

Now that hope may be within reach, I'm afraid I'll never have the same mindset and will as before, and naturally I won't want to leave. So what can Shang Lin say? He can only say, "Alright, everyone has their own destiny."

Back in the ward, Shang Lin took off his wet clothes and lay down in bed. There was no other way; Old Man Chai's condition was urgent, and he hadn't thought to bring a change of clothes.

To avoid catching a cold and fever, Shang Lin circulated his internal energy for a while before going to sleep, while Ji Xiaoyao remained outside the tower, a perfect spot for him to move around.

When Grandpa Chai woke up the next day, Shang Lin was still asleep. He only woke up when the nurse came to take the patient's temperature. When he saw the nurse, he remembered that he had forgotten to return the umbrella to her when he came back last night.

Well, he realized he hadn't seen anyone when he got back. He quickly sat up, put on his wrinkled clothes, and asked, "Is my godfather still burning?"

The nurse was very serious when she was working. She would say things like, "The fever has subsided, but the medicine still needs to be given to prevent the condition from recurring."

Shang Lin hurriedly went to get the umbrella and returned it to the other person, "Sorry, I didn't see you when I came back yesterday, so I didn't return it to you. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble?"

"No, no." The nurse took the umbrella and hurried away.

Old Man Chai looked at Shang Lin with some surprise, "You went out when it was raining yesterday?"

Shang Lin spoke nonsense with a straight face, "I wanted to see a doctor to prescribe some cold medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs, but it was raining too hard when I went out, so I came back."

Old Man Chai surprisingly nodded in agreement, "We should definitely keep some medicine at home, so we don't run out when we need it. Like this time when I caught a cold, if we had cold medicine at home, we wouldn't have had to go all the way to the county."

"And fever reducers."

In the past two years, as the sickly child has recovered, the family has basically stopped keeping medicine at home. Even after returning from a medical visit in a first-tier city, no medicine was prescribed. Shang Lin felt that this was not good; they were just ordinary people now and needed to be prepared.

Especially for Old Man Chai, as he gets older, the chances of getting sick are also increasing. Moreover, he used to be a martial arts instructor, so it's impossible for him not to have any injuries or ailments.

After Shang Lin and Grandpa Chai finished their IV drips in the morning, they were discharged from the hospital. Without them even asking, the doctor prescribed several kinds of medicine for them, fearing that the patients might not be fully recovered and their condition might relapse.

She also said to Shang Lin, "You don't look too well either. Did you catch a cold from someone else?"

Shang Lin quickly denied it, "No, I was just worried that my father would be scared."

For a naive 15-year-old boy, this is normal, especially since Shang Lin is thin and small, looking only 11 or 12 years old.

But Old Man Chai became nervous and hurriedly said, "Then the doctor, please take a look at him quickly."

Shang Lin smiled apologetically at the doctor, then said to Old Man Chai, "I'm really fine. Don't you know my physical condition? Let's go home."

Shang Lin insisted, and Old Man Chai had no choice but to leave the hospital with him, but he said, "How are we going to get home now? The village's ride-sharing service hasn't started yet."

Shang Lin smiled and said, "Of course I know, but it's already noon, and we need to eat too. Godfather, don't worry about money. When Manager Duan came to our house to buy mountain produce, I sold all the mountain produce we had."

"I know, but how much can those mountain products sell for?"

"Hehe." Shang Lin wanted to say, "You sold quite a lot, but I can't tell you," so he changed the subject, "However, Manager Duan hasn't come to the village since then. I wonder when he'll be back?"

"Now is not the time to collect mountain products, so he naturally won't come. Besides, who has mountain products now?"

Shang Lin really wanted to say, "We have some at home." But in the end, he could only hold back. At a time like this, having mountain produce was something he couldn't explain to Old Man Chai, nor could he explain it to Manager Duan.

The two had lunch at a small restaurant, then strolled around the county, bought some apples, and finally took a ride home from the village. After dinner, Shang Lin slept soundly in his room until late at night when he was woken up by Ta Ling.

Shang Lin rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the slightly enlarged God-King, asking instinctively, "Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? I'm so tired and sleepy!" That's inhumane!