"Red clothes?"
Ling Tian was somewhat uncertain, after all, Madam Hong's aura was very strong, much stronger than that ghost manager.
Even the worst manager of a five-star hotel wouldn't be more than just a red-clothed vengeful ghost.
"You underestimate me too much. I just broke through to the Ghost King realm not long ago."
Lady Red chuckled softly.
"Hiss, fierce!"
Ling Tian was very surprised. So, does this mean I can summon a ferocious-level monster to help me in the future?
"That's right. I had the strength of a red-robed person when I was born, so it's normal for me to have reached this level over the years."
Lady Red said.
"Do any supernatural beings above the Ghost King level possess any special abilities?"
"I can't tell you that. These special abilities are the most secretive tricks each creature has, and their main purpose is to catch people off guard."
Lady Red shook her head, refusing to answer.
"Alright then... Madam, it's getting late, I'll be going now."
Ling Tian nodded and did not ask any further questions.
"Go."
......
After bidding farewell to Madam Hong, Ling Tian headed to room 303.
"Sir, what brings you here?"
The old man was very surprised.
"Well, I've come to check on you and also to ask if I could stay the night."
Ling Tian said in a solemn voice.
"I see. Sir, you were assigned to the night shift by that ghost manager, weren't you?"
The old man understood.
"That's right, so I'll have to leave the next few days to you. It's not good for an ordinary person like me to stay up too late."
Ling Tian admitted it.
"Alright, sir, please come in."
The old man didn't refuse; getting on good terms with a ghost doctor would make future treatments much easier.
A night passed in the blink of an eye.
Ling Tian comfortably left room 303 and headed to the cafeteria.
Compared to Ling Tian's rosy complexion, the other four people on the night shift looked much more haggard.
Some people even had their faces contorted, unable to eat the food placed in front of them.
"what happens?"
Ling Tian asked curiously.
"How come you're alright?"
The other four were surprised.
"Um...maybe I was just lucky. I was only asked to absorb some yang energy by some weird force."
Ling Tian seemed to understand.
"You're so lucky. I was asked by a starving ghost to eat five of my fingers."
One person said painfully.
Ling Tian noticed that the gauze wrapped around his left hand was stained red with blood.
"I was..."
...
The group started talking, recounting their tragic experiences.
The other five people also looked grim, because it was their turn to work the night shift today.
If something like this happens on the very first day, how are we going to get through the next few days?
I hope that eventually everyone will be unable to leave this hotel.
Ling Tian stopped participating in their complaints. What was the use of complaining? Life had to go on. He might as well think about how to survive.
However, he couldn't control what others did, nor did he have the ability to control himself.
If it weren't for the system, he would have been dead too.
A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall, and a sage does not shirk his duty to do what is right.
Ling Tian is neither a saint nor does he have the heart to save people from suffering.
"If you don't have the ability, don't meddle in other people's business."
Ling Tian sighed, quickly finished his breakfast, and left.
The next few days proceeded as usual.
Ling Tian shuttles between room 303 and room 444 every day.
Going to the old man's place was just to avoid the night shift, while going to Madam Hong's place was, of course, to curry favor with her.
This is incredibly eerie; if we don't cultivate a relationship now, we'll never have another chance.
The sixth day arrived in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the ghost manager suddenly found Ling Tian.
"Is there anything you need, Manager?"
Ling Tian asked.
"I've been keeping an eye on you these past few days. Don't you have anything to say?"
The ghost manager's eyes flickered.
Ling Tian's heart skipped a beat: "I've been working hard these past few days, I haven't been slacking off."
He remained calm and composed, always making sure the old man and Madam Hong arranged for services beforehand each time he went to rooms 303 and 444.
What's there to panic about? At most, he'll just stay in the room a little longer.
"hehe."
The ghost manager smiled without saying a word.
"Stop pretending. I knew about the old man going out to buy medicinal herbs last time, and I've been observing you all these past few days."
Ling Tian understood; if that was the case, it suited his purposes perfectly.
"So that's what the manager meant. I'm actually a ghost doctor, and all my medical skills are inherited from my ancestors. I originally thought they were some useless abilities."
"I never expected it to come in handy in this eerie world. Last time I saw that the old man was seriously ill, I cured him, so he promised to protect me for the next few days."
Ling Tian said, half true and half false.
The manager smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this; he had already guessed this from his observation.
Seeing that Ling Tian had spoken frankly, it stopped hiding anything.
"Since you are a ghost doctor, can you cure my ailment?"
"The ghost manager asked expectantly."
"It's possible, but it requires a lot of strange medicinal herbs, which would be difficult for me to collect with my abilities."
Ling Tian deliberately frowned.
"Oh? How do you think I should be treated?"
The ghost manager stared intently at Ling Tian and asked.
The latter naturally understood that this was a test to see if his medical skills were genuine.
"Many of your problems stem from the poor foundation you had when you were first born as a monster due to insufficient environmental conditions. In addition, the constant fighting with other monsters during your childhood left you with deep-seated problems. Furthermore, in order to advance, you devoured various chaotic monsters, which distorted your soul and made you too full of resentment."
Although you've been trying to suppress it all these years, you're actually at your limit. Once that resentment forms into a vengeful spirit, it will relentlessly tear at your soul, eventually taking over your body.
Ling Tian analyzed each point one by one.
The ghost manager's expression changed, because what Ling Tian said was true.
Don't be fooled by its current leisurely and carefree demeanor; it's all an act.
It had also been to other hospitals for treatment, but the doctors there couldn't solve the problem unless they could expel the strange creature devouring its body.
But if it did that, all its strength would disappear and it would have to start all over again, which it cannot accept.
"Do you really have a way to solve this?"
"The ghost manager asked."
"Sure, as long as you can gather the medicinal herbs I need."
Ling Tian nodded. If he had the skill of healing hands, he could cure it with just a couple of touches.
Now, the only treatment is relying on the medical knowledge that the Ghost Doctor possesses.
"Alright, tell me the names of the medicinal herbs, and I'll go collect them now."
The ghost manager nodded. Now they had no choice but to try anything, in case it actually worked.
At worst, we'll just lose some medicinal herbs.
So Ling Tian named a whole bunch of medicinal herbs, several times the quantity the old man had previously requested.
The ghost manager didn't say much, just noted down the names of the medicinal herbs and went to collect them immediately.
Because it knew that Ling Tian and the others would be leaving in one more day.
About three hours later, the ghost manager returned.
"Good, I've collected them all. I'll work as soon as possible to develop a medicine to treat you."
Ling Tian took the medicinal herbs and prepared to return to the staff dormitory.
"Can it be developed by tomorrow?"
"The ghost manager asked."
Tomorrow will be the seventh day, and they will leave in the afternoon.
What if Ling Tian deliberately delays and runs away with the medicinal herbs?
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