Ukdo's illness was not actually cured.
Everything else was taken care of, except for two wisps of the skinning ghost's aura, one of which was still on Ukdor's body.
Fang Zong thought he would have to wait and wait some more, but he never expected the Skin-Peeling Ghost to be so impatient. Judging from the time, it seemed that he had just gotten rid of a little bit of the ghost energy, and the ghost was rushing here like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Fang Zong watched as the skinning demon tore at Ukdo's skin, watched as blood and flesh flew everywhere, watched as chaos erupted at the hospital entrance, and watched as Ukdo's burly henchmen screamed, roared, and fled.
He looked at those burly men who were usually so unrestrained, and they were as terrified as a little girl being raped.
Also see the skinning ghost.
It's said that a person's name reflects their character, but this is even more true for a ghost.
The skinning demon was covered in blood, his muscles clearly defined, and his hideous face was filled with hatred and the pleasure of revenge.
Arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!
This is a hospital!
In broad daylight, ghosts and monsters roam freely!
The world has changed, and Fang Zong doesn't recognize it anymore. He smacked his lips and threw the coffee box into the trash can.
Ukdo cried for help everywhere, lying on the ground. When he saw Fang Zong, he reached out his hand to Fang Zong from afar, covered in blood.
With its five fingers spread out like a chick's claws, it pleaded desperately.
"Help me, please help me!"
The burly white man looked pitiful, his face full of pleading, but Fang Zong remained calm, bowing slightly and revealing a reserved smile unique to people from the East.
"Excuse me, I'm off work," Fang Zong said in a low voice.
Clearly, Ukdo didn't hear Fang Zong's words, but judging from Fang Zong's attitude, he had fallen into despair.
He cursed loudly and roared angrily, but Fang Zong rubbed his ears and knew without listening that it was something like "even as a ghost, he won't let me go."
Hmm, okay, really okay, please don't let me go.
Please, I beg you, please, please don't let me go.
As long as you're willing to come, you can have wine, tea, or meat if you want.
I've prepared a feast and am waiting for you, okay?
Every ghost or monster is delivering money to him!
Fang Zong smiled slightly and, like the other escapees, slipped out through a corner. The skin-peeling demon had already peeled off all of Ukdo's skin. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head.
It stared in the direction Fang Zong had left, its eyes dark and fierce!
Blood gushed out!
Blood!
The air was thick with the stench of blood!
Little Hospital is one of the top hospitals in San Francisco, with good facilities, and the morgue had no unpleasant odor.
But Fang Zong could smell a strong stench of blood, which made him nauseous.
"Yang energy +1? You didn't need to boost my sense of smell that much, did you?"
Fang Zong's face darkened. He put on a mask, but one wasn't enough; the stench of blood was still overwhelming, so he simply put on several more.
With a thick layer of grime on his face, he peered at the corpses in the morgue.
No, that's not available.
No, that's not available.
None of these!
Fang Zong was extremely disappointed.
"You think you can just pick up anything just because there's a corpse?"
Ninth Sister sneered, "In the past, you could touch a corpse, but now that ghost energy has revived, people quickly become ghosts after they die, and all their abilities are taken away by the ghosts. You can't touch a dry corpse."
"Then I'll guard the corpse!"
Fang Zong's eyes lit up.
Hospitals lack everything, except dead people.
Ninth Sister sneered again: "You think you can touch every ghost? Those without strong resentment aren't ghosts, they're called spirits. Spirits dissipate very quickly, and as for how quickly they dissipate... you can't even see it in a fraction of a second."
"What's the use of that?"
"Waiting for the ghost."
Ninth Sister gloated.
Fang Zong touched his nose: "I'm puzzled. You said you're the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, so why does it look like a copper coin? Even if you are the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, you should be called Seventh Sister, not Ninth Sister?"
"You're so nosy, aren't you annoying?!"
"The only skill is looting corpses, which even a level 1 alt account has. Is that considered low-level?"
Ninth Sister: "...It's 'pick up'! Remember that! It's 'pick up'! If you keep using such an offensive term as 'looting a corpse,' believe me, I'll take you down with me!"
"Don't cry, sweetie."
"..."
There are surveillance cameras in the morgue, but Fang Zong didn't care when he glanced at them.
Even if they filmed it, he's an intern doctor. At most, he's just someone who comes to check on corpses. He doesn't steal, rob, or sell organs. Why would the hospital investigate him?
Just as I was thinking, suddenly... my mind cleared.
"You touched something?"
Fang Zong was overjoyed. He looked down and saw that the patient had died of kidney failure. His face was bluish-purple and he was skin and bones.
The voice of Ninth Sister, like a little girl, echoed in my mind:
"Dingdang, you touched a corpse whose spirit hadn't left. Skill book +1."
Skill book? Fang Zong was even more delighted; this was a skill book!
Ideally, it should be a medical skills book, which is his specialty.
Fang Zong touched his hand and took out the skill book he had obtained.
White skill books are low-grade stuff, but getting a skill book from a regular corpse is already lucky. Regardless of whether it's in your specialty, even if you get a car repair skill, it will still be helpful, right?
Regarding touching corpses, Jiu Mei had already told him that anything the corpse knew in life, such as opening doors and picking locks, music, and calligraphy, could potentially be discovered.
Of course, having many skills is never a bad thing. Fang Zong loves medicine and hopes to be an all-rounder.
But upon closer inspection, well, it's just a basic explanation of the "nine shallow, one deep" operation.
PS annotation: Possesses... even more advanced skills.
Fang Zong: "..."
Ninth Sister: "...Scumbag!"
Hello, my name is Fang Zong.
Today, I'm not in a good mood. I finally managed to find a skill book, but it's still... nine shallow and one deep.
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