"Of course." Old Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly, "Ren'ai Hall is waiting for me to see patients."
"Old man, why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight? That doctor from Renaitang is clearly not you."
Furthermore, if you were truly a physician from Ren'ai Hall, how could you not know the way?
"How could it not be?" Old Zhao had now forgotten that he had already retired.
Liu Qi curled his lip, "Old man, don't you even look at yourself? How old are you?"
"How old am I? I'm only in my thirties."
Liu Qi was stunned. Could this old man have died young?
No, no, if he had truly died young, he wouldn't be this old.
He thought that the old man must be possessed by a ghost.
"A ghost?" he muttered to himself, turning to leave, but the old man's cane blocked his way.
“Young man, I’ve seen you wandering around here for most of the day. You must have nothing to do. Why don’t you show me the way?”
Liu Qi was stopped and broke out in a cold sweat.
He wasn't afraid of corpses, but he was afraid of souls.
He hurriedly shook his head, "Who said I have nothing to do?" He was searching for Qiu Yan's whereabouts.
Suddenly, he remembered what the old man had just said, "Are you really a doctor?"
He's dead, so he should know medical principles; why doesn't he borrow them to ask him?
Old Zhao: "Is this even a lie!"
Liu Qi shrugged and leaned closer to Old Man Zhao.
This old man has a very kind face, what's there to be afraid of?
"Then how long do you think I have left to live?"
"Good, good, good." Old Zhao squinted slightly and stroked his beard gently; he simply enjoyed treating patients.
He pulled Liu Qi to the corner of the wall, and the two squatted down. Old Zhao placed one hand on Liu Qi's pulse.
Then, he sighed and frowned.
His furrowed brow startled Liu Qi quite a bit.
"Old man, how much...time do I have left?"
He wasn't afraid of dead people, but he was afraid of dying.
Old Zhao stroked his beard again, "He's quite ill."
"Huh?" Liu Qi collapsed to the ground. Better to live a miserable life than to die. Nobody wants to die.
What's wrong with me?
“Come with me to Renaitang, and I’ll tell you,” Old Zhao said, standing up.
"Sigh, it's all my fault. How come I can't find the place after just one turn?"
Liu Qi, looking dejected, began to lead the way for Old Man Zhao.
He was terrified to encounter a ghost in broad daylight, but he figured he wouldn't live much longer anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
On the way, he asked Old Man Zhao, "Old man, what's it like down there? Have you ever seen the King of Hell? Are the little devils troublesome? Have you drunk... I can tell from your appearance that you've never drunk Meng Po's soup."
"Meng Po soup?" Liu Qi's words completely baffled the old man.
Why are all these strange questions coming from this young man?
Suddenly, he realized that this young man was not mentally sound.
He squinted and laughed, "How could I not have drunk it? That Meng Po soup is delicious, but it's not very effective."
"Huh? How did you get up here?" Liu Qi felt a chill run down his spine.
Old Zhao couldn't answer, so he simply remained silent. "I say, young man, why do you talk so much?"
“Senior, you have experience with the road ahead. From now on, I will follow you wherever you go.”
Liu Qi suddenly realized that death wasn't so terrible after all.
"Haha, you said it yourself." Old Zhao was just looking for someone to talk to; he usually loved a lively atmosphere.
"How about this, you become my son, and then I, Zhao Huai Ren, will have a son too, hahaha..."
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