Chapter 4 Chapter 4 "You should ask your dad to be your plastic surgery consultant..."
Looking at the picture on the wall, You Yunyi thought about it and decided not to turn off the live broadcast immediately.
Although You Yunyi is not sure what is going on, it is obvious that he will have to delay his rest time because of this, which is just right to make up for the live broadcast time, which is at least two hours a day.
Anyway, no matter what the ghosts in the underworld see happening in the world of the living, they can't do anything and can only watch.
The technical ghost messenger who had just been in charge of installing the live broadcast equipment in You Yunyi's office soon returned to the extradition office and explained, "Mr. You, His Majesty the King of Hell asked me to convey that he had just set up a small project in the mortal realm while on this business trip. The live broadcast from your extradition office will not only be visible to ghosts in the underworld, but also to dying people in similar situations in the mortal realm who are about to die, who can see their corresponding ghosts meeting you."
You Yunyi raised an eyebrow and glanced at the wards on the wall: "People in the mortal world 'see' in the form of dreams?"
The ghost replied, "The way dying people in the mortal world watch live broadcasts depends on the situation. For example, if this woman is sleeping right now, she will access the live broadcast room in a way similar to a dream. Her access will end when the ghost corresponding to the live broadcast room leaves the extradition center."
"In fact, this wasn't the only dying person in the mortal world watching the live broadcast of No. 036. Some others were still awake. The way these people accessed the live broadcast room was different."
"If they have a mirror in front of them, the live broadcast will appear on it. If they're looking at their phone, the screen will also become the live broadcast. If there's nothing, then a mirage will also work. But except for those who are about to die and have permission to do so, no one else in the living world can see the live broadcast."
You Yunyi sighed softly, "Ask the King of Hell, isn't he worried about causing unrest in the mortal realm?"
The ghost officer answered honestly, "The King of Hell said that the living cannot speak of matters of the underworld. Even if a dying person in the living world saw the live broadcast of the Extradition Bureau and made different choices, thus changing their fate, they would not be able to reveal the existence of the Extradition Bureau live broadcast room while they are still alive. As for changing one's fate, if it is changed, it means that this is already in their destiny. It does not count as a violation of the precepts of the Underworld. Mr. You, don't worry."
"Oh, he thought I would ask this, didn't he?" You Yunyi said indifferently, "So, what's the matter? What new tasks have you added to my workload?"
The ghost officer looked at the screen on the wall and said, "His Majesty the King of Hell means that Mr. You won't have to do anything about the dying people in the mortal realm. It will just be like now. After meeting number 036, the Zhiyin Wall will randomly select a dying person in the mortal realm who has accessed the live broadcast and broadcast their current situation to you. After that, you can observe their current situation again through the peephole."
You Yunyi nodded: "So I can just turn it off now, since it's none of my business anymore, right?"
Ghost Messenger: "That's right."
The live broadcast room barrage quickly passed by: [No, don’t lock him up, Mr. Extradition Officer! ]
Let's take a look! I'm so curious.
[The underworld is so boring. Could you please, Mr. You, show us what's happening in the living world?]
We just thought the extradition officer was going to end his live broadcast and leave it here for us to watch a TV series. We didn't expect it to be a true story from the mortal world. It's been a long time since we've seen the mortal world...
If I could truly change the tragedy of dying people with similar fates in the mortal world, it would be quite meaningful!
[I really hope to witness this. Please, Mr. You, let us continue to watch...]
You Yunyi thought: "Then let's watch it. It can consume the live broadcast time anyway."
So after the ghost left the extradition office, You Yunyi did not turn off the screen of the Zhiyin Wall, nor did he interrupt the live broadcast.
In the picture on the wall, a desk lamp was on in the ward at 1:30 in the morning. The woman who had just declared that she would seek treatment even if it meant bankrupting her family was talking to her husband Wang Dalin. Perhaps out of consideration for the other patients in the ward, their voices were not loud at first.
After Wang Dalin turned on the desk lamp, he saw that his wife's face wasn't joking, and she looked quite determined. He said with concern, "Qianqian, don't worry. Let's talk slowly. If you're willing to get treatment, then of course I'm in favor. I originally said I'd sell my car and house to get you treated... What does that dream mean? What did you dream about?"
He Qianqian already looked sick, and as she recalled the very clear dream she had just had, her face became paler.
He Qianqian hesitated and said, "I...dreamt of a woman. She had a disease like mine that was curable but would cost a fortune. Her family's situation was similar to ours, and like me, she didn't want to spend so much money, so she decided not to get treatment."
When Wang Dalin heard He Qianqian say this, he thought, isn't this just "I have a friend"? It wasn't like He Qianqian had a dream, it was clearly just an excuse...
He Qianqian stared at her husband's expression, not wanting to miss a single detail. "But... after she died, she found out that her husband, whom she trusted so much, had been deceiving her like a slave since they got married, had cheated on her years before, and had hidden money behind her back. He'd rather use that money to support his mistress than treat her illness. He even coaxed her into making sacrifices until she died, fearing she'd regret it and want to spend money on treatment..."
The more Wang Dalin listened, the harder it became to maintain the expression of concern on his face. By the end, he was a little panicked: "Your dream... is too weird. Isn't this just a dream..."
Seeing Wang Dalin avoid her gaze, He Qianqian felt completely disheartened. After years of marriage, if she had only suspected something and seriously investigated, how could she not have seen Wang Dalin's guilty conscience?
"Really? I think these dreams are weird too. And there's something even stranger... After the eldest sister in my dream passed away, not only did her husband and his mistress celebrate all night, but they also beat and scolded the child left by the original wife and forbade him from going to school. The child was tortured to the point of having no energy at all. In just a few years, he even forgot his mother's death anniversary... Wang Dalin! Why do you feel so guilty? Are you really like that rubbish man in my dream?"
He Qianqian yelled at the end of her words, and some of the other patients and bed companions in the ward were woken up and grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing in the middle of the night..."
Wang Dalin quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my wife isn't feeling well and is in a bad mood... Qianqian! Keep your voice down, you're disturbing others..."
He Qianqian looked at him with red eyes.
Wang Dalin coughed and lowered his voice, "He Qianqian, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I feel guilty? Don't you know what kind of person I am..."
He Qianqian said, "Oh, fine, then I'll get treatment, even if it means I spend all my money. I've figured it out. What you and the doctor said to me before was right. Only when you're alive can you have hope... The dream I just had was a warning to me. If I didn't take this warning seriously, I'd be foolish. Even for the sake of my child, I have to live to see him grow up."
Wang Dalin suppressed his impatience and said patiently, "Okay, if you want treatment, then get it. I didn't say I wouldn't let you. Qianqian, don't be so mad. It's the middle of the night, and you're talking nonsense about a warning dream. Why bother? Would I be angry if you changed your mind? I'm angry because you deliberately said you dreamed of the same woman, and you seemed to suspect I was cheating on you and wanted you dead."
Although Wang Dalin's tone was not as considerate, he didn't say anything else. It was normal to be a little angry after being called up in the middle of the night to say these words... He Qianqian was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Wang Dalin continue speaking.
"Alright, go lie down and get some sleep. Me too, let's not say anything angry anymore. Since you've decided to continue with treatment, I'll say it again. I'm sure I'll be very happy, and so will my mother-in-law and the two children. Let's ask the doctor tomorrow about the next steps and how much it will cost."
"Don't worry about money. After I finish talking to the doctor tomorrow, I'll call my mother-in-law and ask her to come to the hospital to take care of you. Then I can go back and prepare to put the car and house up for sale through an agent. If they're still not big enough, I can just borrow some money from relatives and friends. As long as you're fine, that's all that matters."
Hearing Wang Dalin mention her mother, He Qianqian hesitated and said, "My mother has always had cold legs. She can't even walk..."
Wang Dalin said, "I know it's not convenient for my mother-in-law, but there's really nothing we can do. Your father and my parents both passed away early, and we don't have any brothers or sisters to help us. I've been working, taking care of the children, and taking care of you recently, so I really can't spare any time. But there are still a lot of things to deal with, such as selling the car and the house..."
"The car is fine. I just need to pack up my stuff and let the agent decide on the price. But after selling the car, it will be less convenient for our two children to go to school. Before, I always gave them a ride on my way to and from work. Now it's okay if my commute takes longer, but it will be hard for the two children to adapt."
"But for you as their mother, they deserve a little hardship. Back then, we had to walk to and from school. Now they have access to the bus, which is a great thing. It's not really hardship. Getting up early is good for their health, too."
"The house is a little more troublesome. The loan hasn't been paid off yet, so the paperwork is a bit more complicated. But that's all after we sell it. Tomorrow I'm going back to pack up my things. I've lived here for so many years and I have a lot of stuff. But how can I let people come to see the house if I don't clean it up? The cleaner it is, the more buyers will like it. The sooner it's sold, the sooner we can recover."
"The two kids have to go to school, so we can't let them delay their studies. So, don't let them help with the cleaning. Don't worry about them. This is just a small matter... well, it's because I didn't share the responsibility enough before. There are a lot of things around the house that I don't really understand, but when it comes down to it, there's nothing I can't do. Don't worry."
"I'm afraid there's a bit too much stuff, and I'm afraid it'll be a bit inconvenient for me to clean up my mother-in-law's room... But it's all okay. It just suddenly occurred to me that now that we don't have a car, it'll be inconvenient for my mother-in-law to go to the hospital in the future... No more, no more. Let's all work together as a family. Once you recover, all this will be over. Go to sleep."
He Qianqian listened to Wang Dalin's long, familiar speech—why did it sound familiar? Because she and Wang Dalin had considered these words together before she decided to give up treatment. Besides feeling sad and guilty, she suddenly felt a strange feeling, and thought of the woman named Zhou Xuemei in her dream again...
So she sat up again after just lying down and asked Wang Dalin, "Don't you...actually don't want me to treat you at all? You mentioned the two children and my mother. You knew I would be upset..."
In front of the live broadcast screen, the audience ghosts were excited——
"Right, right, right! I'm glad you noticed! He's clearly saying one thing and thinking another!"
"I've always wanted you to get treatment, but what I'm saying is that your treatment will be a burden to the whole family..."
"But...why does it sound like it's really a burden to me?"
"Oh, your loved ones are in trouble, and you don't feel bad, and don't think that since I can cure you, I must keep you alive. Instead, you just feel that they are a burden. Is that what you call your loved ones? If not, then stop pretending!"
"By the way, did the ghost messenger say that all the dying people in the mortal world who could see the live broadcast were in similar situations? And He Qianqian herself said that she felt many of the same situations as Zhou Xuemei in the dream. So, could it be that... Wang Dalin is really like Zhao Zhibin, having an affair and is just waiting for He Qianqian to die and leave money to make way for him?"
"It's so funny! I saw the lady in the bed next to them eavesdropping with half her eyes open, hahaha."
Inside the ward, Wang Dalin was furious at He Qianqian's words: "He Qianqian! What on earth do you want to do?! I told you I'd sell my car and house to treat you, but you insist on making trouble!"
He Qianqian frowned: "I..."
Wang Dalin raised his voice: "We've been married for so many years. Don't you know what kind of person I am? Why are you suddenly suspicious? Is this fair to me? Huh? Tell me yourself! You suspect I'm cheating on you and that I want you dead. Do you have any evidence?"
He Qianqian was stumped by the question. She only had a warning dream, but that dream was really...
"You can't explain it, right? You are deliberately tormenting me and slandering me! I come to stay by your bedside every day after going to work. Isn't it hard for me? Can you please understand me?" Wang Dalin roared.
Everyone else in the ward was woken up by the noise. When they heard that it was a couple arguing, someone subconsciously advised: "Oh, they fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. What's there for them to argue about?"
"Brother, I have to say a few words to you. Your wife must be feeling bad when she's sick, and you have to understand that she's worried about it. But sister, your husband really hasn't had it easy. I heard what he said just now, and I feel your family is having a hard time, but he hasn't given up on you. That's great!"
"I heard that you two are living with my sister's mother, right? A man who is willing to live with his mother-in-law is really filial. Sister, don't let your imagination run wild. Just treat your illness well, and live a good life after you recover. Isn't that better than anything else?"
Others echoed.
He Qianqian's face became even uglier.
Wang Dalin was somewhat pleased with himself, feeling that he had won the hearts of the people. He modestly waved his hand and said, "It's only natural. Although my mother-in-law has difficulty walking, she's a good person. Now that I'm married to my wife, I naturally treat her like my own mother and show filial piety to her. It's all natural..."
"Wang Dalin! Why do you always like to use the fact that my mom lives with us to show off how generous and filial you are!" He Qianqian glared at him and interrupted him, "Have you forgotten that when we got married, you couldn't contribute anything? The down payment for our current house was given to us by my mom selling her old house! What's wrong with her living with us? Isn't that right?"
Hearing He Qianqian's words, the patient who had just been trying to persuade her couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Ah, so it turned out that it was my mother-in-law who gave the down payment..."
Wang Dalin felt embarrassed in public, and his face turned sour. "Qianqian! It's obviously you who always likes to talk about the down payment! We're a family, what's the point of always talking about money? I also told you that your mother is a good person, and we should be filial to her, right? Your mother's health has been getting worse and worse in recent years, and she's always going to the hospital. Am I the one who takes her there the most? Have I ever complained?"
"You didn't complain, you remembered it all! You are the only one in the family who can drive, and the car was bought for you. If you don't pick me up, do you want my mom to squeeze on the bus or subway to go to the hospital by herself? Besides, when you were busy, my mom was afraid that she would delay your work, so she squeezed on the bus or subway to go to the hospital by herself. Why didn't you tell me about this?" He Qianqian couldn't help crying as she spoke.
Wang Dalin: “I…”
However, tears did not stop He Qianqian from continuing to cry. She had actually been holding these words in for quite a long time, but her family had always been getting along well, and she didn't want to be the one to disrupt the harmony, so she didn't say it.
"My mom has been in poor health these past few years and has been a burden to you, but why don't you mention that she used to take care of our children? It was my mom who did all the housework, cooking and washing clothes, and I never saw you give her a penny! Now you're still looking down on my mom for her poor health..."
"I'm wrong too. I know my mom is working hard, but I was trying to relax myself and didn't show any sympathy for her. I was just thinking about getting treatment for the sake of my child, and I forgot about my mom. With your character, if I really died, my mom would probably be left out on the street to freeze to death!"
At this point, He Qianqian wiped away a tear and said to Wang Dalin, whose face was growing darker and darker, "I'm telling you, Wang Dalin, whether you're really willing or not, I'm determined to treat this disease. Don't expect me to say I won't treat it just because I'm worried about the money. Even if I have to pick up scraps with my mom and the kids and live on the cold, I'll still treat it. I had this argument with you tonight because I've thought it through completely. I really can't just die trusting you like this..."
Wang Dalin gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I finally understand. You clearly want to divorce me! Do you have someone else outside?"
He Qianqian looked at him in disbelief and yelled, "Well, you must be seeing someone else, that's why you look at me like that. What do you mean by asking for a divorce? You think that instead of giving all the money to me for medical treatment, you should just take half for yourself, right? How much money did you take from the family to support your mistress?"
He Qianqian and Wang Dalin quarreled to this extent, and everyone in the ward was excited.
The people in the world of the living and the ghosts watching in front of the live broadcast screen in the underworld were enjoying the melon together.
Although they have been married for many years and have generally been in harmony, this harmony was maintained more by He Qianqian's compromise and hard work, and Wang Dalin's sweet talk. Now they are blaming each other, both of them are full of complaints, and they also know how to attack each other's weaknesses.
After arguing for a long time, Wang Dalin finally gritted his teeth and said, "Since you are so dissatisfied with me, then it's perfect. I don't want you to be in a bad mood even when you are getting treatment. Let's get a divorce! Let's see who can leave the other!"
"Divorce me if you want! I have to thank this prophetic dream for giving me a chance to live again. Otherwise, I would die with regret. With your behavior, how could I expect to entrust my child and my mother to you? Pah!" He Qianqian shouted back, "But don't try to get away with it. I have to find out how much money you have and whether you have cheated on me. If you have, I will also get a share of the money you spent on the mistress!"
Wang Dalin cursed.
However, the audience in front of the live broadcast screen could only see this much, because You Yunyi cut off the image of the Zhiyin Wall.
The ghosts in the audience were so excited about the show that they couldn't get enough. Those with hand mirrors quickly posted comments hoping You Yunyi would see them: [Mr. You, why don't you continue watching?]
You Yunyi stared blankly at the time, which had already reached two in the morning, and sneered at the live camera: "You guys are having fun watching this, but my break is over. I have to go to work. Next one, number 037."
The audience ghosts were a little disappointed that they couldn't see the quarrel between He Qianqian and Wang Dalin, but they also felt that since they already knew the most important result, it would be nice to move on to the next ghost story.
Although No. 037, who was holding the number paper, was also watching the live broadcast, he was just watching it alone on his hand mirror, watching while silently waiting for his turn.
Now hearing the number being called, No. 037 avoided the other ghosts and entered the extradition area.
When You Yunyi took the number paper, he looked up and saw a young female ghost covered in blood, with a broken head and a crooked face.
"Your face doesn't look like it was caused by the impact of death." You Yunyi said casually, "Just sit down. Don't waste time being cautious. Even if you fall apart, my stool won't be stained with blood."
No. 037 still carefully sat down on the stool opposite You Yunyi. When she heard You Yunyi's calm but slightly sarcastic tone as usual, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although it was not surprising that ghosts in the underworld died in various ways, those who died in strange shapes were not as decent as other ghosts. It would be inconvenient to talk to ghosts when she was bored, for fear of scaring them. If she talked to ghosts who died in the same ugly way, she would be scared by them at the same time.
In short, even in the underworld, face is still very important. The ghost catcher is no exception when seeing ghosts. It is rare for No. 037 to see a look that is neither frightened nor pitying.
"Oh, I died by jumping off a building. I hit my head while falling. The ghost said my skull was shattered and my face was injured, but it wasn't all caused by jumping off a building... My plastic surgery failed, and my reconstructive surgery also failed... Otherwise, I wouldn't be so depressed as to commit suicide."
Number 037 laughed self-deprecatingly, and before You Yunyi could ask, she took the initiative to say, "Mr. You, Meng Po told me that my obsession is easy to resolve. Although I can't solve it on my own, I can get the answer by asking you, so I shouldn't keep you too long."
"I just want to know, am I my parents' biological child?"
No. 037 said in confusion, "There are five people in our family. My mother is very beautiful, my father is very handsome, my two brothers are also very handsome, my aunt and cousins are also very beautiful. It seems that I am the only one in the whole family who has been a clown since I was a child, like a genetically mutated freak. I tried to change my fate with plastic surgery, but failed, and now I look even more like a clown..."
"I really want to know if I'm my biological child. To do this, I went to get a paternity test with my parents, even though they were angry. The results showed that I'm their biological child, but I always feel that my parents might have tampered with the report because we agreed to go together on the day we got the report, but they went first..."
"I'm counting on you, Mr. You."
You Yunyi glanced through the peephole, not wanting to keep No. 037 and the other ghosts in the audience in suspense: "It's a biological child."
No. 037's tattered face made him want to cry even more: "So, I'm just unlucky? I'm the only unlucky one in the family. Even if I look ordinary, why do I have to be so ugly..."
You Yunyi said lazily, "You are indeed unlucky. Unlike your father, his plastic surgery skills were not as mature as they are now when he was young, but his plastic surgery results were quite good. You should ask your father to be your plastic surgery consultant."
No. 037's crying voice choked.
Audience ghosts: “Huh?”
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