Everyone in your underworld has a responsibility
This was Xie Qi's second time attending a consultation at the hospital, still in the conference room on the fourth floor. Also participating in the consultation were the attending physician Feng Qiwu and the head nurse Wang Xue.
No one knows what Yan Xizhao is doing in the autopsy room recently. Except during working hours, you can hardly see him at other times.
As for Sheng Zhi, no one knew what was going on with this black cat. It didn't sleep at night and didn't wake up during the day, and it even spoke less.
After Feng Qiwu was stripped of her power, her ability to recover was weakened. She still looked a little weak, and her green hair had only grown back to her shoulders. "All of Lu Xuezhou's medical records are in, and there's nothing wrong with him."
"Then how could the soul leave the body?" Xie Qi frowned.
Feng Qiwu said, "Just because there's nothing wrong with your body doesn't mean there aren't any other problems."
"I did a soul fluctuation test on him, and it was just as I guessed." As he spoke, the projection on the conference room wall automatically switched to PPT, enlarging one of the slides that looked like a full-body CT scan.
As it continued to enlarge, the original line outline began to blur as if it had dropped frames, and double images appeared, all superimposed on each other, one layer, two layers... ten layers.
Xie Qi didn't know what this meant, so Wang Xue explained, "This is schizophrenia, a condition characterized by a disjointed soul. Due to certain unique circumstances, patients often possess memories from multiple worlds, making it difficult to distinguish between the present and the past. This can lead to drastic personality changes, obsession with certain things, and even self-harm... The body's unexplained weakness is a sign of the body rejecting and warning against multiple dominant forces."
"This condition is quite common. The last person to come for treatment was the King of Machines." However, the condition was caused by receiving inherited memories. Wang Xue said, looking at the film on the projection, and exclaimed in surprise, "But this one split into ten is the first time I've seen it."
Feng Qiwu nodded in agreement. It was also his first time seeing it.
Xie Qi became nervous, "Is it difficult to cure?" Why does this disease feel so mysterious?
"It's not difficult to treat. It mainly requires the patient to actively cooperate in the first phase of conversation therapy, be honest about themselves, don't hide anything, and trust us..." Wang Xue chose her words carefully.
The more Xie Qi listened, the more strange his expression became. "Why does this sound like psychological counseling?"
Wang Xue nodded happily, "Yes, it's psychological counseling!"
"Uh..." Xie Qi's eyes gradually became unreliable when he looked at them.
Feng Qiwu had a different explanation, "We need to understand the causes and consequences of his illness so we can prescribe the right medicine."
Wang Xue echoed this, giving an example. "For example, if it's something that's forcibly occupying the body, we'll directly help the soul to be reborn. If it's caused by inherited memories, we'll use surgery to help the patient sort out or remove excess and unnecessary memories."
Xie Qi suddenly remembered what Lu Xuezhou had said about drinking expired Meng Po soup. He immediately asked, "What if it's not someone else's fault, but I have memories of my past life..."
They both looked at him, and Feng Qiwu said, "That's a bit troublesome. The average person can't have the memories of ten past lives. Even if the management of the underworld is lax, no one would dare to make such a mistake. I'm afraid we'll have to summon the ghost messenger to question him first."
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When they arrived at the ward, Lu Xuezhou was working on a tablet. He saw their faces and seemed to know why they were there, so he sent Lu Xuedu, who knew nothing, away.
"I thought, according to your hospital's style, you would directly call the ghost to question you." It was obviously his first time to be hospitalized, but he seemed very familiar with the hospital procedures.
Xie Qi looked a little embarrassed, but Feng Qiwu readily admitted, "That's indeed the case, but my boss feels that this is your privacy and should be approved by you first."
Lu Xuezhou raised an eyebrow, looked at Xie Qi in surprise, and suddenly smiled, "I didn't expect that after not coming here for so long, you have become much more humane."
I don't know what this means.
This time, Xie Qi was the one who performed the summoning again, but compared to the talisman he used last time from Shen Jiayan, this time he learned Feng Qiwu's summoning magic circle.
After the spell was recited, the golden magic circle started to operate under his feet. His shadow suddenly expanded and squirmed, and a figure jumped out from it.
The man was wearing a baseball cap, all in black, and had a fierce look on his face. It was Fan Wujiu, the Black Impermanence.
Fan Wujiu's expression was cold and hard, and his tone was unhappy, "Why did you call me here?"
"Long time no see, you're still in such a bad mood." Before Xie Qi and the others could say anything, Lu Xuezhou had already greeted them with a smile.
Fan Wujiu turned around and saw him. He uttered a "tsk" sound, not hiding his disgust, and said directly to his face, "We in the underworld don't accept this thing. You can do whatever you want with it."
After saying that, he turned around and disappeared as a shadow again. He simply didn't want to stay any longer. Only a gritted teeth complaint floated in the room, "I was wondering why Xie Bian didn't come even though he had money to earn. It turns out that he is up to no good."
Xie Qi twitched his lips, really wanting to know what he had done to make Hei Wuchang avoid him as much as possible, almost saying it was bad luck.
Lu Xuezhou shrugged and said calmly, "It's just that I was inexperienced when I died last time, so I made a bit of a fuss. I didn't expect to be hated until now."
"Uh..." Even Xie Qi didn't believe this.
Before he could ask anything, the ghost ran away, so he had to summon it again. Xie Qi learned his lesson this time. He took out his bank card and put it on the ground.
This time, the summons took a long time to respond before Xie Bian, the White Ghost in a white suit, jumped out from the shadows. He put the bank card into his pocket gracefully, and it didn't look like he was accepting a bribe at all.
"Hey." Lu Xuezhou supported his chin and looked at him calmly.
Xie Bian smiled and was the first to say hello, "Long time no see, I hope you will live a long life, immortality, and a long life." His tone was very sincere.
These are all good things, but why do they sound so awkward?
The two of them exchanged a brief greeting, and Xie Bian started to get down to business. He opened the booklet in his hand.
The booklet turned automatically without wind, and stopped after turning countless pages. Xie Bian waved his hand, and the words on the upright page flew directly into the air and appeared in front of everyone.
"Lu Xuezhou, numbered 1#429 in this world, was born on x month x day of 199x in this world, with an original lifespan of 73 years."
"Evil spirits invade, lifespan -10."
"In recognition of his outstanding performance in the underworld, his lifespan is increased by 25."
"Infected with the virus, lifespan -3."
"The King of Hell grants amnesty on his birthday, life span +5."
"Accidental fall, lifespan -2."
"+3 years for good performance."
"Total lifespan: 146 years."
Lu Xuezhou propped up his chin, his eyes skimming over the long string of additions and subtractions, and sighed, "I'm still alive. Everyone in the underworld has a responsibility."
Everyone: "..." This is really a tug of war between fate and ghost power.
The author has something to say:
Fate: He deserves to die.
Underworld: We must never let him come back.
Lu Xuezhou: Tsk tsk.
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