Chapter 120 Therefore I Think (6)
As the top private hospital in Binhai City, this hospital has relied on the extensive recruitment and strong support of outstanding doctors over the years, as well as its intensive attack on diseases and absolute guarantee of patient privacy, which are its capital for survival.
Since Yan Shixun and others were admitted to the hospital, no media or unrelated persons have been able to enter the hospital and conduct interviews in violation of regulations. The hospital has always maintained a quiet environment for recuperation. It was the first time for the guests to hear such a big noise in the hospital, especially at night when most patients had already rested.
Therefore, after the noise in the corridor, many ward doors were opened, some were curious, and some were unhappy.
Yan Shixun immediately got out of bed, opened the door and rushed to the doctor's office in his memory.
Since he calculated this afternoon that the doctor would cause a disaster that could result in casualties tonight, he has been paying close attention to the doctor. When the noise arose, his heart skipped a beat and he almost subconsciously thought that something had happened to the doctor.
But to Yan Shixun's surprise, the door of the doctor's office was closed and the lights were off. It seemed that he did not stay in the office as he said.
Where did he go?
Yan Shixun frowned and turned around, glancing around, and he knew where the noise that woke him up came from.
Almost all the doctors' offices on the entire floor were alarmed.
Regardless of whether they were doing scientific research, working in the laboratory, or doctors on duty, all the doctors who were still in the hospital were hurriedly called away, and without caring whether they would disturb the patients, they ran towards the elevator through the corridor.
Even a millisecond is the speed of life.
The man who just ran up from downstairs to shout for help had a panicked and worried look on his face, and his white coat was stained with blood, as if he had just come out of a murder scene.
While gasping for breath, he quickly explained the condition of the injuries to the doctors who came running over.
"…Twenty-six stab wounds. His heart, lungs, and brain are all damaged. His ribs are broken and inserted into his lungs. His condition is very critical. They are giving him first aid downstairs, but the situation is not optimistic. Everyone must do their best to save him. Please!"
"I would definitely do it even without your asking! He is the hope of our department. Without him, we will have to wait for several more years to make another breakthrough in this field!"
"I am his senior brother, I have to save him even if I die!"
Yan Shixun ran quickly behind the doctors and only heard part of their conversation, but it was enough for him to understand the current situation.
He stopped in front of the elevator and did not hinder the doctors who could save lives from rushing to the emergency scene. Instead, he memorized the floor where the elevator stopped and waited for the next elevator.
The hall, which used to be quiet and deserted, was now in chaos. Nurses and doctors were moving quickly around the emergency hall, and everyone had anxious looks on their faces.
Yan Shixun keenly discovered that there was a long trail of blood on the mirror-like floor, which spread all the way from the outside to the hall. The precious carpets and sofas that were originally placed in the reception area at the outermost part of the hall were also stained with blood, as if someone had performed emergency rescue here, and the blanket was rolled up and thrown aside.
But he did not see the injured person, nor could he confirm whether the doctor he met in the afternoon was the injured person.
Or maybe the doctor just went home suddenly today, so his office door was closed?
This thought only popped up in Yan Shixun's mind for a moment before being suppressed by his reason.
He was not good at naivety and fantasy. No matter how painful the fate was, he wanted to know whether it had become a reality.
Amidst all the noise, only Yan Shixun stood still.
He could hear the anxious voices of everyone running around him.
"Operating Room No. 1 is ready! Doctor, doctor, please come over here, the patient you are in charge of is over here!"
"Are all the instruments ready?"
"Have you checked the blood bank's inventory? The injured is bleeding heavily, we must ensure there is enough blood!"
"Operating Room No. 3 is open!"
"Notify the orthopedic doctor to come to number six!"
…
It seemed like all the nurses and doctors were moving.
Yan Shixun heard the phone ringing at the front desk. When the nurse picked up the phone, the dissatisfaction on the other end of the phone almost overflowed.
But the nurse who used to treat these rich and powerful people with a good attitude was unusually tough tonight: "You just have a cold, and our doctors are in danger of their lives! Don't worry, you won't die without someone to chat with you, but our injured will die without doctors!"
The nurse slammed the phone back, but she could do nothing as she sat behind the consultation desk. She could only watch her colleagues running past her, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.
Yan Shixun walked over, handed over the handkerchief in his pocket, and asked in a gentle voice: "So many operating rooms have been opened in a row, what's going on?"
The nurse didn't want to bring her personal emotions to work, but the feeling of urgency and powerlessness almost overwhelmed her. When someone comforted her, all the suppressed negative emotions almost burst out.
"A doctor in the hospital." The nurse's eyes turned red and she choked up, "He was stabbed more than 20 times, right in front of the hospital."
From the nurse's intermittent narration, Yan Shixun finally knew what had happened.
A doctor's fellow students happened to be having a dinner party nearby tonight. As the doctor was too busy to leave, his teacher and fellow students decided to come to the hospital to see him and give him a surprise.
Who knew that just as the doctor received the call and hurried downstairs, and was talking in surprise with teachers and classmates on the street outside the hospital, a middle-aged man suddenly jumped out from the alley next to him and rushed towards the teacher.
The incident happened too suddenly. In a panic, the doctor subconsciously pulled the teacher behind him, but he was stabbed in the artery by the middle-aged man.
Blood gushed out, and the fellow disciples screamed and tried desperately to apply pressure on the wound to save the man, but the middle-aged man continued to stab with his knife, causing five or six people present at the time to be injured to varying degrees.
The person most seriously injured was the doctor from our hospital.
Twenty-six stab wounds, ten fingers were seriously injured, arteries were ruptured, and the heart and lungs were seriously injured.
If it hadn't been right at the hospital entrance and surrounded by medical experts, I'm afraid the doctor from our hospital wouldn't even have had a chance to provide first aid.
The noise Yan Shixun heard upstairs was because there were many injured and their injuries were serious, so other doctors went upstairs to find doctors from all the corresponding departments to come down and try their best to rescue their colleagues.
The young nurse burst into tears, but Yan Shixun's heart sank to the bottom.
"The doctor's name and department..." Yan Shixun's voice was very soft and trembling: "What is it?"
After hearing the little nurse give the answer while crying, Yan Shixun slowly opened his eyes and flicked the fingers hanging by his side.
It was... the doctor he had predicted would die.
Yan Shixun thanked the nurse and turned to walk towards the operating room.
But he bumped into a cold but solid embrace.
"What can you change if you go, Shixun?" At some point, Ye Li stood behind Yan Shixun.
Ye Li stretched out his hand and lightly held Yan Shixun's arm. He lowered his eyes and looked at the anxiety and anger on Yan Shixun's handsome face, and was slightly dazed.
He seemed to rarely see such an expression when looking at Dasouyan Shixun.
Most of the time, Yan Shixun had his own vision and was confident of victory. No matter how dangerous or despaired he was, he could resolve it with his unyielding tenacity.
But now, Yan Shixun was really worried about the doctor's life.
Ye Li lowered his crow-feather eyelashes and saw Yan Shixun's bare feet standing on the marble floor, which were already red from the cold of the late autumn night.
But Yan Shixun didn't realize this at all. Instead, he frowned and tried to bypass Ye Li: "Get out of the way!"
"You are not a doctor, you can't cure illnesses and save lives." Ye Li stretched out his hand to stop Yan Shixun: "It's midnight now, what can you do?"
"Then there must be something I can do!" Yan Shixun's eyes were firm, and he refused to give up: "Even if it only increases the probability a little, even if it costs my own luck..."
"You have a talent far beyond this era, but Shi Xun, even if it was you, how would you save a dead person?"
When Yan Shixun reached out to push Ye Li's chest, he was stunned and looked up at Ye Li.
"What's the meaning?"
Ye Li put down his arm that was blocking Yan Shixun. He slowly squatted down and put the slippers in his hand next to Yan Shixun. He said calmly: "Doctors are a profession that often has to compete with the underworld in Fengdu for people. Many times in the operating room, the ghosts are waiting next to the doctors. They know this very well. This is a difficult tug-of-war, a contest between life and death. It's difficult, but the doctor never gave up, even until the last second, when the last glimmer of hope is exhausted."
"Shi Xun, many rescue efforts are the last glimmer of hope in despair. But that doesn't mean that lives will be saved."
Ye Li straightened his back again and looked sideways towards the hall behind.
The bloodstains on the ground gradually dried up, but no one had the time to deal with the mess.
Everyone's attention was focused on the people in the operating room.
They were their colleagues, junior students, and mentors, people whose names they had heard of, people with whom they had worked and struggled for life.
Everyone sincerely hopes that they can turn the danger into safety.
But, things don't always go as planned.
"The fact that he had the opportunity to go on the operating table was the result of everyone else's best efforts. But Shi Xun, his soul has already left you."
Ye Li's voice was strangely calm. He was clearly standing in front of Yan Shixun, but his voice seemed to come from a distant void: "His name appeared in Fengdu."
Yan Shixun's hand, which was originally on Ye Li's arm, clenched instantly.
"But even so, there should be something I can do..."
"Shi Xun."
Ye Li seemed to be sighing. He interrupted Yan Shixun and said, "Let's tell the divination."
"I am standing beside you. Ghosts and gods cannot disturb you. You can ask the heaven and earth for advice."
If you don't tell fortunes at midnight, the ghosts and gods will be angry.
But when Yan Shixun cast the hexagram, he felt no resistance at all, as if the heaven and earth tacitly approved his actions. However, his fingers, which were always flexible, were shaking so much that he could hardly calculate.
It is... a doomsday in which death is inevitable, with no possibility of survival.
The doctor's good fortune has dissipated.
Yan Shixun had witnessed many deaths with his own eyes, and some people had lost their warmth little by little in his arms, but his eyes were dry and he couldn't even cry.
But this time, he still felt a huge sorrow spreading up from the bottom of his heart, tightly grasping his soul and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Ye Li sighed, stretched out his arms and embraced Yan Shixun: "Go and see the doctor for the last time. Before he wants to leave, the ghost will not come."
Yan Shixun's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't ask Ye Li how he knew all this. He just said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
The lights in the operating room were on, and in the blindingly white corridor, there was only an elegant middle-aged man sitting dejectedly on a bench, his hands trembling as he held his head, and his shoulders collapsed as if he could not bear the blow.
Yan Shixun walked to the man and sat down gently.
"The operation should take a long time. Do you want to chat?" He lowered his eyes slightly, paused when he saw the blood on the man's body, and then handed a cup of hot water to the man.
Although he was not in the mood and his mind was so messy that he couldn't even sort out the current situation, the elegant man still took the hot water out of habit. But when he tried to thank the lady, he found that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.
"Thank you. The operation will take another two hours. I am very familiar with his injuries and his surgeon."
"Are you a patient in the hospital?" The elegant man also saw the hospital gown on Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun nodded and said calmly, "I can't sleep because of the pain. I came to talk to someone to relieve the pain. Are you willing to accompany me?"
The man was a little hesitant. All the students were lying in the operating room receiving emergency treatment. Even his favorite and most valued student was stabbed 26 times in order to save him. His mind was so confused that he couldn't tell whether this was reality or a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
But he is also a doctor, and when the patient takes the initiative to speak to the doctor, his professional ethics makes him unable to refuse.
So he nodded: "Okay, but I don't know what to talk about."
"I……"
The man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, my mind is confused, I don't know what to say, should I start with your name?"
"Need not."
Yan Shixun patted the man's shoulder, and during this moment, his slender fingers fell on the man's body, and he quickly drew a calming talisman in one go: "Otherwise, let's just chat casually. Is the person in the operating room someone you know?"
The man could feel a calm force surging into his body, calming his anxious and confused emotions little by little.
Maybe it's because I have someone to talk to, so I have an outlet for my emotions.
The man didn't think much about it, but just gave a reasonable explanation based on the theory he was familiar with.
He blinked his eyes and forced back the tears: "The one inside is my student."
"Six operating rooms... all of them." The man choked up and said, "The injured are students I personally trained, and some of the surgeons are students I taught. I'm a teacher at Binhai University Medical School. Today is a rare day off, so I made an appointment with a few students to get together. Who would have thought..."
"God, if he wants to kill me, I might as well die there than have to endure this kind of punishment."
The man's lips were shaking so much that he could hardly speak normally. "For a teacher to watch the students whom he had spent more than ten years to educate and whom he regarded as his family lie in the operating room is more painful than killing me. And, and my student..."
As if he subconsciously wanted to seek help, the man turned around and looked at Yan Shixun with sorrow in his eyes: "The child's tendons were all cut, twenty-six cuts, how painful it must be, this is all my fault!"
Yan Shixun wanted to say, this is not your fault. But just as he was about to comfort the man, he found a hand gently falling on the man's shoulder.
But the man was unaware, and there was no shadow on the ground.
Yan Shixun was stunned. He looked up and saw the familiar figure standing behind the man, smiling at him without any gloom.
It was that doctor.
"Teacher, this is not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself." The doctor racked his brains and tried to comfort the man: "And the teacher and the brothers have tried their best to save me. I know it, and I am very happy to have the fate to be your student."
As if thinking of a funny memory, the doctor burst out laughing, with a nostalgic look on his face, he said with emotion: "When I was a fifth-year student, I was still a silly student who didn't even remember to eat. It was you who found out and scolded me, saying that if you want to save others, you have to take care of yourself first, but you asked your wife to make braised eggplant for me. Later, when I was getting my master's degree, you also wanted me to leave directly. The same was true when I was getting my doctorate... I don't think I have ever told you how happy I was when I saw the doctoral list and found that I was still your student."
The doctor said a lot, but the man couldn't hear anything and he was still feeling painfully guilty.
Yan Shixun was stunned and called softly, "Doctor..."
The man and the doctor looked up at the same time and looked at Yan Shixun.
The doctor pointed at Yan Shixun in surprise and said, "Can you see me? No, it's you! The gentleman who said there was braised eggplant in the cafeteria at noon!"
"Ah, I seemed to have promised you not to go out." The doctor scratched his head embarrassedly; "Now it seems that what you said at noon was right."
The doctor smiled bitterly and raised his hand: "There is nothing we can do. That man is coming for my teacher. Am I going to watch my teacher get hurt? I'm young and I recover quickly. I'll do it."
"And then you let yourself become like this?" Yan Shixun said with sadness in his eyes: "I came too late."
The doctor waved his hand and said, "The artery was ruptured. I took advantage of the opportunity to be on the operating table. It's not your fault, sir. You have already reminded me. If you want to say who is at fault. "
He shrugged: "I hope they have caught the perpetrator. I heard from my senior that he has been following my teacher for several weeks and has been looking for an opportunity to hurt my teacher. Although I am a doctor, I am also a little selfish. Sorry, I still hope that he will be caught and will never hurt my teacher again."
"I promise you, I will." Yan Shixun said softly, "I have already missed the chance to save you, how could I let the murderer go free?"
The confused man finally realized at this moment that Yan Shixun didn't seem to be talking to him.
"You." The man hesitated and quickly looked behind him following Yan Shixun's gaze, but there was no one there.
"Who are you talking to?"
Yan Shixun's eyes turned to the teacher in front of him, who didn't know that his student had died after failed rescue efforts. He asked the doctor behind him, "Do you want to talk to your teacher?"
The man looked at Yan Shixun with a confused look in his eyes.
The doctor was surprised and asked: "Is it okay?"
Yan Shixun nodded: "You can stay here temporarily until you want to leave. But don't stay too long, you are already dead, and the Yang energy of the human world is too damaged for you."
The doctor was immediately happy: "Great! I was just worried that after I died, I would not have enough time to write my research records. If the research team could not get the data, it would take several more months. This way, I can tell the teacher the data, as well as some of my ideas and directions."
Even if he is dead, what he still wants is for the research to reach its final result and help more people...
Yan Shixun's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt so sour that he could hardly speak.
He nodded immediately, silently recited the spell to open his Yin Eyes, and wiped his finger across the man's eyes.
The man looked at Yan Shixun in confusion, not knowing what his intention was.
Then he saw a corner of a white coat appear from the edge of his vision. He looked up and saw his student, who was supposed to be lying in the operating room, smiling brightly and foolishly at him.
Just like when he first saw this student at the Binhai University Medical School many years ago.
He is talented and hardworking, and he worked so hard that he forgot to eat and sleep and fainted from hypoglycemia, which made him both amused and angry.
"You..." The man glanced at the operating room, but the door was still closed. When he saw that the student was so transparent that he could even see the figure on the wall behind him, he suddenly guessed something.
His eyes turned red and tears flowed out uncontrollably: "You..."
"Hi, teacher." The doctor raised his hand with a bright smile and greeted him: "Today is the tenth anniversary of our graduation. It's a pity that no one seems to be able to go home with a smile."
Yan Shixun stood up quietly, leaving this corner of space to the teacher and student.
A nurse passing by saw the man talking to himself from a distance and sighed with pity: "What kind of thing is this?"
Yan Shixun stopped her and didn't let her go forward: "That gentleman should want to be alone now, let's go over there."
The nurse sighed, nodded, and turned to go another way.
Ye Li still maintained the same posture as when Yan Shixun left just now. His tall body stood straight under the crystal chandelier in the hall, so conspicuous that Yan Shixun could catch sight of him at a glance.
"Are you angry?" Ye Li looked at Yan Shixun who was walking over and asked softly, "I rejected you, I'm sorry. I can change a lot of things, but the boundary between life and death cannot be crossed even by the avenue. Life and death naturally divide the two worlds."
Yan Shixun slowly shook his head and said softly, "Thank you."
Ye Li looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect to get such an answer.
"It was a coincidence." Yan Shixun's pale lips raised a smile: "Although I failed to save him, it was a good opportunity to give them time to talk."
"I conveniently set up a simple Qi gathering formation in the operating room. The other doctors should be out of danger soon."
Yan Shixun's voice was very light: "They haven't done anything wrong, they shouldn't encounter this kind of thing."
Ye Li originally thought that Yan Shixun would blame him for the doctor's death. After all, Yan Shixun valued life so much. But he didn't expect that Yan Shixun saw through life and death more than he imagined.
This actually made Ye Li feel a little uncomfortable.
He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to the voice coming from the void, then he said "hmm", turned his gaze back to Yan Shixun, and said: "Don't worry, the surgeons in the operating room are all excellent doctors, and Fengdu cannot take his life away from them. The other doctors will successfully escape."
Yan Shixun nodded: "Although I don't know how you know all this, but thank you."
"Wait." When Yan Shixun wanted to walk past him, Ye Li raised his hand and held his wrist.
Yan Shixun turned around and looked at him in confusion.
Ye Li raised his hand and took off his black suit coat, and put it on Yan Shixun's shoulders: "You ran down here in just pajamas, your wound is not healed yet, it's windy outside, be careful not to make the wound worse."
Yan Shixun wanted to refuse, but Ye Li gently pressed his coat onto his shoulders: "Humans are fragile. Do you want to get sick and add to the workload of the already busy doctors?"
So his hand paused and he had to nod and say "thank you".
Because Yan Shixun had just comforted the young nurse at the front desk, the young nurse, whose emotions had barely stabilized, felt ashamed when she thought of how she had just cried while the patient was crying. She screamed “Ahhhh” wildly in her heart and blamed herself.
So when Yan Shixun came back and asked her whether the murderer had been caught, the young nurse covered her hot face and pointed in the direction at a rapid speed.
"When the incident first happened, the hospital security subdued the guy. Now the officials are here and the case has been handed over to them. By the way, they are collecting evidence and investigating in the yard right now."
Yan Shixun thanked him and turned to walk outside.
The night in late autumn was very cold. Even though Yan Shixun was wearing a Yeli coat, he subconsciously shivered and pulled the coat closer the moment he came into contact with the cold air.
Does Ye Li know what he needs to do and needs to go out?
Doubts flashed through Yan Shixun's mind, but he quickly focused his attention on the present.
Red and blue lights flickered in the spacious courtyard, illuminating the bloodstains on the ground clearly and ominously. Many people in uniform were standing or squatting, investigating the traces.
From a car parked not far away, there could be faint sounds of excited cursing.
The next second, the car door was pushed open forcefully, and a uniformed officer got out of the car with a gloomy face. Shouting and cursing could be clearly heard from behind him.
The uniformed officer originally wanted to come out for some fresh air to prevent himself from getting too angry and doing something that went against the rules and regulations - such as beating up that guy.
Did that guy know that he had ruined several doctors’ careers? Several doctors’ hands were injured, and even if they were rescued, they would never be able to regain their former dexterity in holding a scalpel.
Twenty years of hard study and millions of dollars in training cost almost went to waste. Those were all excellent young doctors, and because of this, many patients might lose the chance to be saved.
The uniformed officer felt depressed and couldn't help but take out his cigarette box and wanted to go to the side to smoke a cigarette.
But suddenly someone called his name.
The uniformed personnel looked up and saw Yan Shixun wearing a black coat. He was standing calmly in the red and blue light, like the King of Hell who came to take away the souls of the dead in the night.
"Brother Yan?" The uniformed officer came forward in surprise: "Why are you here?"
When he was working on a case before, he was nearly pushed down the stairs and killed by a murderer who was transformed into an evil ghost. Fortunately, Yan Shixun happened to be tracking down the murderer's evil ghost at that time, so he saved him.
He was full of gratitude towards Yan Shixun for this, and wanted to thank Yan Shixun, but he didn't expect that the other party would not accept a penny, but just left a phone number and turned away.
The uniformed officer took two steps and suddenly realized something: "Brother Yan...is it because there are dead ghosts here? Who, is it the doctor who just sent the emergency treatment?"
Yan Shixun was silent.
But this is the best answer.
Sadness instantly appeared on the uniformed personnel's faces: "Oh my God...how could this happen?"
"I know this is against procedure, but can you let me talk to him?" Yan Shixun raised his chin towards the car over there and nodded: "Five minutes."
The uniformed officer knew who Yan Shixun was talking about, and he agreed without hesitation. When he took Yan Shixun over, he explained the whole story in general.
The middle-aged man who committed the crime was a patient of Binhai University Affiliated Hospital half a year ago. He hated the teacher because the teacher was his attending physician at that time.
He spent a lot of money but his illness was not cured, and his wife even divorced him because she couldn't stand his alcoholism. So the middle-aged man hated the teacher, thinking that the teacher had taken his money but did not treat his illness, which led to his current predicament.
In the car, the middle-aged man was still cursing, "I spent money! A full thirty thousand! I went to the hospital alone, why did you kick me out without curing me? My wife ran away because of him. He destroyed my family. Isn't it natural for him to stay with me?"
The uniformed officer endured it again and again, but still punched the car door and gritted his teeth and said, "I asked Binda Hospital. It usually costs more than one million to treat your disease. It was that doctor who helped you apply for the subsidy plan. He also took the risk of helping you use cheaper and more effective drugs that were not included in the plan. He did not hesitate to bear the risk of being sued, saved you a lot of examinations, and subsidized you out of his own pocket. You only spent 30,000. He tried his best! What right do you have to say that about him!"
The middle-aged man yelled, "They are all quacks who harm people! I heard from my neighbor that buying a quantum mattress for less than 200 yuan can cure my illness. He must have embezzled all that money. You are all in the same group!"
The uniformed personnel was so angry that they almost laughed. They were so angry that they wanted to hit the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shrank his neck and shouted even louder: "The police are beating people! Come and see, the police are beating people!"
"Damn it! Are you considered a human being? I have to give up my uniform and yet you insist on..."
“Bang!”
The uniformed officer raised his arm halfway, but was firmly grasped by a hand that stretched out from the side, and could not move forward even a bit.
He turned his head in surprise and saw Yan Shixun looking at him calmly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Brother Yan?"
Yan Shixun looked at the other uniformed personnel next to him: "It's autumn, there are so many mosquitoes."
The others immediately reacted and agreed, "Yes, he was just hitting a mosquito."
"Some disgusting mosquitoes need to be beaten. They suck blood and curse at people. Bah! What the hell are they?"
Yan Shixun then looked at the uniformed personnel in front of him with a half-smile: "You should keep this uniform."
He took two steps forward, his slender body blocking out the light from outside the car. He stood against the light, his cold face half hidden in the darkness, and his words were cold and without a trace of warmth.
"I have always saved people in danger and sent the dead souls to where they should go. That doctor and I are in the same line of work, but he saves people and I save ghosts. Of course, situations are sometimes different, like now."
"I'm very good at exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts, but few people know that."
Yan Shixun raised his head and looked down at the middle-aged man with eyes that were cold and sharp, as if they had substance, like a blade that could almost cut off piece by piece of flesh and blood.
"Actually, I'm also good at taking away people's luck and cursing the living."
His voice was cold, but every word was firm: "Your sins will haunt you forever. You will not die immediately, you will live for a few more years. But in the days that follow, you will think of what you have done every minute of every second, day or night, and they will haunt you until they devour your last bit of life."
"Maybe you don't care now, but as time goes by, you will begin to fear the unknown behind every corner and the ghosts in every darkness. Wherever you are, hundreds of ghosts will cry and wail to take your life. Those who were indirectly killed by you and whose lives were not saved because you killed the doctor will know that you are the culprit of everything, and they will seek revenge on you with hatred in their hearts."
The middle-aged man's originally nonchalant expression froze. As Yan Shixun spoke word by word, his expression as he looked at Yan Shixun gradually became filled with fear, and his body began to tremble.
He looked at the darkness beside him nervously and swallowed fearfully, as if there were ghosts lurking in the darkness.
Yan Shixun looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and the anger in his chest turned into a cold curse: "When you finally die - don't be too happy, your real torture has just begun."
"You will be thrown into the prison of Fengdu, where you will be punished in every way. The ghosts will hate you and seek revenge on you. You will die repeatedly, but you will never be freed."
"You are not on the reincarnation list, and your soul will never have the chance to see the light of day again. Then, in those pains and darkness, you will finally realize deeply..."
Yan Shixun's last sentence was very soft: "What kind of sin have you committed?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden words suddenly turned into a circle, flashed around Yan Shixun for a moment, and then disappeared again.
Heaven and earth responded to Yan Shixun.
The curse he uttered turned into the rules of heaven and earth for this person, and all the scenes he described would become reality.
The middle-aged man was finally dumbfounded. He looked at Yan Shixun with horror and kept backing away, trying to keep some distance.
"Mad man, you mad man!"
——When an exorcist is angry, even the King of Hell will avoid his edge and flee from the battlefield.
All means of protection will turn into means of harm, and all goodwill will turn into cold anger. He does not care about the consequences, just to seek justice for the dead.
He who kills others will be killed—!
Yan Shixun turned around indifferently and no longer looked at the middle-aged man.
He nodded to the stunned uniformed personnel and took a step forward with a cold expression.
Ye Li stood at the door of the hall, watching Yan Shixun's every move.
The late autumn night wind blew the strands of hair around Yan Shixun's ears. He squinted his eyes, but still felt the sad emotion gripping his heart, making him feel sour and uncomfortable.
Ye Li sighed, opened his arms, and embraced Yan Shixun in his arms.
This time, the depressed Yan Shixun did not refuse.
"Everything you say is a Dharma seal."
Ye Li lowered his head slightly, and like a gentle breeze, he placed a kiss on Yan Shixun's hair.
"What you curse will become true."
…
Zhang Wubing took the contract and scratched his head in confusion: "Brother Yan, do you want to pay me in advance for the next recording?"
"Um."
Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket and looked down at the crying old couple downstairs.
The doctor's parents had just received a huge anonymous donation, equivalent to the remuneration for a single episode of a top variety show.
Although this cannot make up for the grief of losing their son, but...
Life goes on.
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