Since the "skeleton array" was set up, it means that everything that happened in the hospital was man-made.

Thinking of all this, Zhao Youliang frowned and said, "Xiao Liao, let's go back first."

"The person who can set up the 'Skeleton Array' is definitely not ordinary. In addition, we don't know how long this evil array has been set up. We shouldn't easily alert them."

"Hmm!" Liao Zhiyuan, just as cautious as Zhao Youliang, nodded deeply upon hearing this.

"At worst, we'll tell 'the higher-ups' what happened and have them send someone with expertise to handle it."

"If we two brothers make any rash moves and attract the 'sneak attack,' we'll be in trouble."

"Every stranger within a ten-mile radius will fall seriously ill, and in severe cases..."

"Detonation" is similar to "Yang Wrath" that Zhao Youliang had previously set up, both involving the concentrated eruption of Yin or Yang energy in a short period of time.

However, when yin energy erupts, it also gives rise to a large number of ghosts and monsters, which is a disaster for ordinary people without any spiritual power.

After Zhao Youliang and the others left, a hunched figure emerged from a hidden corner.

The figure first gave a sinister grin at the spot where Zhao Youliang and the others had left, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later, he came out carrying a stiff corpse on his back, skillfully dug a hole, and buried it.

At this point, the Yin energy emanating from the entire "Skeleton Array" became even stronger, and even the temperature dropped slightly.

Time flies, and dawn breaks in the blink of an eye.

Because of their work at the paper-making shop, Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan were used to getting up early, so they didn't think much of it.

On the contrary, Li Mao, who had been playing with them for most of the night, kept yawning, just like us who had to go to school after playing all night.

"Oh my god, it feels like I just lay down and it's already dawn?"

"Because you're lazy," Eggboy replied succinctly.

"Quantum, let's hurry home. We're running low on cigarettes, and I'm afraid we won't have enough."

"Oh right, last night after you guys were asleep, I floated outside for a smoke and took a good look at that weird formation from yesterday."

"Luckily we didn't mess around. There are dozens of dead people buried down there, and the most powerful ones have become evil spirits."

The term "煞" has many interpretations in Taoism; in this article, it refers to the soul returning home.

It is said that within a certain period after a person dies, their soul may transform into a malevolent spirit and re-enter the original body to cause trouble.

"Huh?!" Zhao Youliang was taken aback upon hearing this, and at the same time secretly felt fortunate for his caution.

"Xiao Liao, it seems the things at the hospital are really taking shape. You should call the higher-ups now."

"Okay!" Liao Zhiyuan nodded deeply upon hearing this: "Brother Quantum, I'll start right away!"

But after Liao Zhiyuan dialed the number, he received a message saying "The other party's phone is switched off".

"How could it have turned off? That shouldn't be happening."

Zhao Youliang was also puzzled: "Xiao Liao, doesn't our organization have a landline?"

"You usually contact them by phone?!"

"Hmm." Liao Zhiyuan nodded slightly: "Our organization doesn't even have a fixed office location. Usually, everyone is busy with their own things."

"To be precise, they each have their own profession."

"Take Wang Shushan, one of the most outstanding scholars, for example. He is the current president of the Confucius Institute in Beijing."

"So normally we contact people through an intermediary, who then dispatches different personnel to handle the situation based on the level of danger of the incident."

At this point, Liao Zhiyuan's expression of doubt deepened: "But this is the first time I've encountered a middleman whose phone is switched off."

After the doctor finished his rounds in the morning, Zhao Youliang and the others went straight home.

Qi Zhigang will help Zhao Youliang with the rest of the discharge procedures.

As they were seeing them out, Zhao Youliang took the opportunity to ask Qi Zhigang, "Brother Gang, did your hospital ever have two people like that...?"

Zhao Youliang described the ghost doctor and ghost nurse he saw last night.

Qi Zhigang was taken aback by the question, then replied with a look of astonishment, "Quantum, how did you know about Professor Zhang and his team?"

"They...they were hacked to death by a patient three years ago, and it even made the news!"

Facing Qi Zhigang, Zhao Youliang did not hide anything and recounted everything he had seen the previous night.

"This, this!"

Qi Zhigang remained silent for a long time until they reached the vicinity of the parking lot before speaking.

"Quantum, if you can help Professor Zhang and the others, please do so."

"They are all good people, and I don't want them to suffer after they die."

Through Qi Zhigang's narration, Zhao Youliang finally understood Professor Zhang's life story—a great doctor with profound medical ethics, and an old expert who lived a simple and frugal life.

An experienced expert who proactively considers the needs of patients, not only curing their illnesses but also meticulously researching ways to save them money.

One day, a patient approached him wanting to have eye surgery.

After a thorough examination, Professor Zhang recommended conservative treatment for the patient, meaning surgery should be avoided.

Not only is the surgery very expensive, but the results are also unlikely to be ideal, and there is even a possibility that it could cause the patient to go blind.

Unfortunately, the patients and their families were quite stubborn, even believing that Professor Zhang refused to perform the surgery in order to swindle them out of more treatment fees.

They even reported Professor Zhang to the health bureau at one point.

Professor Zhang had no choice but to sigh and complete the surgery for the patient. He even used his connections to bring in a specialist from the city for the patient free of charge.

Unfortunately, just as the old professor had predicted, the surgery had almost no effect afterward.

Seeing this, the stubborn patient's family members simply started fighting.

After failing to obtain compensation several times, he suddenly rushed into the clinic with a kitchen knife one day and started slashing wildly at Professor Zhang, who was in charge.

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