As Jiang Si walked into the hospital lobby, a young nurse timidly stopped her.
"Are you... are you Jiang Si?"
Jiang Si glanced at her; she was no more than twenty years old, with large, bright eyes—the kind of person who was kind-hearted. The nameplate hanging around her neck read: Fang Xiaoqing.
"Yes, that's me. What's wrong?"
Fang Xiaoqing pulled Jiang Si aside and glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.
Jiang Si: "..."
That guilty look only draws more attention to him.
"I suspect there's something ghostly going on in our hospital," Fang Xiaoqing said in a low voice. "Could you take a look?"
Jiang Si asked with difficulty, "Why would you think that?"
This is so unusual, there must be something fishy going on at the hospital.
Hospitals are the boundary between life and death, especially large tertiary hospitals like these, where one or two people may die every day on average.
Sometimes the ghost messengers don't arrive in time, and many linger in the same spot.
Just now, there was another new dead guy wandering around aimlessly.
“I’ve noticed that several patients in our department have been bowing to the wall in the corner lately. It’s strange, but after they finish bowing, they seem to feel really relieved and relaxed.”
As Fang Xiaoqing spoke, her face flushed slightly. "But their illnesses are really being kept alive by the hospital's equipment. Unless there's a miracle, they're just waiting to die."
She crept closer, thinking, "Could there be some kind of evil spirit causing this? I get chills every time I pass by that place."
Jiang Si asked, "Are you the only one who discovered this?"
"Actually, I don't have any evidence, I just feel that way." Fang Xiaoqing was a little discouraged.
Jiang Si then took a closer look at the nurse and found that the yin energy on her body was heavier than that of ordinary people, as if she had picked it up somewhere.
"Does your family run a paper offering shop or something similar?"
Fang Xiaoqing's eyes lit up: "You guessed it! Yes, yes, my family has been doing this since my great-grandfather's generation."
Jiang Si smiled slightly. "So that's how it is. No wonder."
Although paper crafting sounds a bit ominous, it's ultimately a way to be kind to those in the afterlife. Perhaps it's the blessing of so many generations that makes her more sensitive to these things than most people.
"Could you take me to see it?"
"Sure, sure." As soon as Jiang Si agreed, Fang Xiaoqing immediately pulled her over.
She genuinely felt that something was wrong with that place.
The wall Fang Xiaoxiao mentioned is located at the corner of the hospital's inpatient department, near the restrooms.
This is a very ordinary wall, looking completely unremarkable.
When they arrived, they saw two elderly people with gray hair kneeling there, chanting incantations, their expressions respectful, sincere, and humble.
Aside from major temples, hospitals are probably the places where prayers are heard the most.
When human effort is futile, they pray to Heaven, hoping that Heaven will show mercy and grant them a miracle.
"The daughter of these two elderly people has acute leukemia and is lying in the ward. I watched her hair slowly turn white." Having been a nurse for so many years, Fang Xiaoqing understands that she shouldn't empathize too much, but she still couldn't help feeling a little sad. "She's a very outstanding young woman who just graduated with her doctorate."
The greatest pain in the world is for an elderly person to bury their child.
After everyone left, Jiang Si went over to look at the wall.
She placed her hand on the wall, and apart from its unusually bone-chilling coldness, she couldn't see anything particularly special about it.
“Perhaps they’re just trying to put their minds at ease?” Jiang Si said.
Fang Xiaoqing, still somewhat doubtful in the middle of the night, asked, "Is it really true that there's no problem?"
“I can’t tell right now.” Jiang Si shook her head, looking at the dampness on her hands. “Isn’t it a bit incompetent of your cleaning ladies to not dry them?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the cleaning lady came out of the restroom next door. Hearing Jiang Si's words, she felt quite wronged: "Oh, it's not that I'm being lazy, it's just that it's so damp here, probably because it's close to the women's restroom."
Jiang Si then noticed that it seemed that only this wall was relatively slippery.
She held her finger close to her nose and took a gentle sniff. There was no smell, but she still felt an ominous feeling lingering around her.
When it comes to a sense of smell, Qi Yan is the best.
"Can I come back tonight?" Midnight is when the yin energy is at its strongest; perhaps there will be some clues then.
However, this is the ward area, and I don't know if she can come in.
"Sure, I'll bring you in. It just so happens to be my shift tonight."
Jiang Si nodded and asked, "Do you have any tissues?"
Fang Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out a tissue from her pocket. "Here you go."
Jiang Si wiped the tissue on the wall; the tissue was slightly damp. She put it away and said, "Okay, I'll go back now and come find you again tonight."
"Mmm." Fang Xiaoqing nodded.
To make it easier to contact her later, I added Jiang Si on WeChat.
Fang Xiaoqing stared in disbelief at the name lying in her WeChat contacts; she had actually added Jiang Si on WeChat.
What happened to the stereotype that female celebrities are all aloof and cold?
From today onwards, she is Jiang Si's die-hard fan!
After returning home, Jiang Si tossed a tissue to Qi Yan: "Take a sniff."
Qi Yan was looking at his online class assignment when he saw a piece of paper. He frowned and said with disdain, "When did you become so sloppy?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just smell it."
At home, Jiang Si is the eldest. Qi Yan pursed his lips slightly and reluctantly sniffed the object a few times.
Hmm? This tastes kind of familiar?
He held it to his nose and sniffed it several times, but it only felt familiar, yet he couldn't remember where he had smelled it before.
As soon as Jiang Si and Han Yunluo returned, they saw Qi Yan smelling tissues.
Guan Qingchen: What kind of perverted hobby is this?
What are you doing?
The filming of "Dust and Fate" has been successfully completed, and Han Yunluo can finally rest. However, Guan Qingchen dares not relax or slack off in the slightest. If this continues, the gap between him and Li Jianshan will only widen.
How can a man lose!
He wants to keep it a secret from everyone, and then quietly amaze everyone.
With a beautiful woman by his side, he didn't feel tired at all.
Han Yunluo walked over and asked, "What happened?" She knew that Jiang Si wouldn't do anything without a reason; there would always be one.
Qi Yan was sniffing hard when he saw Han Yunluo coming over. He then suddenly realized, "I know what it is. It's Master Han's scent."
Guan Qingchen: What the hell?
"What are you saying? My Yunluo already used this tissue?"
"No, I think I smelled it on Master Han," Qi Yan said.
"Are you sure?" Jiang Si asked.
Han Yunluo could not possibly have anything to do with that wall in the hospital, but what could possibly have appeared on Han Yunluo and then in the hospital?
Han Yunluo took the tissue and sniffed it lightly herself; her expression changed unconsciously.
Guan Qingchen asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
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