Chapter 133 Farewell (Overhaul) The prophecy takes another form
"Sir, sir!" Two nurses rushed over from behind Anping, panting as if they had been running all the way. When they saw Chang Xile, they finally understood what was going on. They smiled and joked, "I understand you're worried about her, but you have to wait until the IV drip is finished. Your injuries were much more serious when you first came into the hospital!"
After Anping heard this, Chang Xile stood behind him and emphasized, "I'm really fine now. I don't need an injection."
Seeing his resistance, Chang Xile couldn't help but laugh. Anping was a cat, and he'd probably never had an injection before. Asking him to sit still and let such a long needle pierce his skin was really too much for him.
She raised the back of her hand to show him: "I've been on an IV drip these past few days, and the nurse said there's almost no place left to inject needles on my right hand. I feel like I've become a leaky bamboo basket..."
Chang Xile had meant to tell Anping that injections weren't that scary, but as she spoke, she sounded like she was complaining about a grievance. She blinked and changed her tone, saying, "Anyway, an injection is like an ant bite. If you don't move, it won't hurt."
The nurse smiled and comforted the two, "Your injuries have mostly recovered in the past few days. Now that you're awake, if you really don't want an injection, why not get a comprehensive checkup and see a doctor for a diagnosis before deciding on a follow-up treatment plan?" For example, medication could be used instead.
Anping gently held Chang Xile's hand, his eyes fixed on the back of it. Her hand was originally fair and delicate, so the purple bruises were particularly glaring.
"I'll go back with you to get the injection." An Ping said calmly, as if he was not the one who had just avoided the injection like a child.
Before Anping followed the two nurses away, he looked at Chang Xile worriedly and mouthed something to her.
[I'll be back soon.]
The drip wouldn't end so quickly. Chang Xile smiled, waved at him, and told Anping to go without worry.
Only after seeing with his own eyes that he was not seriously injured did Chang Xile feel truly relieved.
After a few people left, she thought of something and looked around again, and soon she found Wessel's room.
This ward is very special and therefore particularly easy to find - the patient's name is not written on the ward door, probably because the patient's identity information is incomplete.
Chang Xile knocked politely on the door, and only looked in after hearing the word "Come in" did he look in. Weatherall was already awake, sitting by the window, looking at the scenery.
Outside the car window, a few pedestrians passed by: a mother and her child, strolling hand in hand. The child was holding a balloon, but after a few steps, it slipped out of her hand and flew into the sky. The mother knelt down to comfort the child, promising to buy him a prettier balloon later.
Weatherill stretched out his hand as if to grasp the balloon's tail string, but in the end he let it pass through his palm and float higher into the sky.
"Are you awake?" Wessel heard the noise and turned to look at her. His originally gloomy mood visibly brightened up a bit, and he just complained, "I'm so bored here."
He was wearing a hospital gown, his hair was trimmed shorter, and he was no longer wearing the hood.
Chang Xile looked at him for a while, but didn't see any obvious wounds or bandages. He asked, "How are your injuries?"
Wessel opened his arms to show her: "Thanks to your talisman, I'm not seriously injured."
Chang Xile was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was referring to the Qi Talisman she threw out.
His eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice to share his joy with Chang Xile: "Also, I've been receiving treatment in the hospital these past few days, and no doctor has doubted my identity as a human being... Does this mean that I'm already a complete person?"
Chang Xile looked at him with a smile, and instead of answering, asked, "Is being a human being really that good?" It was not worth it for him to spend so many years practicing.
"Of course, becoming a human is the end point of my practice, and it is also my initial goal." Weatherill raised his chin slightly.
"But not all people are good." Chang Xile tilted her head and said to him, "There are also bad people, very, very bad people."
"There are many ordinary people who may live ordinary and mediocre lives, sometimes revealing their inferiority." Chang Xile paused and added, "and sometimes they show their noble side."
"People are indeed complicated, but I want to be a good person." Weatherall looked at her, not knowing to whom he was emphasizing, "A relatively good person."
"Then you already are." Judging by Chang Xile's standards, Weatherill could definitely be considered a chivalrous man who would risk his life for his friends. If his determination to repay his gratitude had not been firm enough that night, the flatterer might not have died, and the mountain city might not be as peaceful and tranquil as it is today.
"Really?" Wessel smiled even more happily. Although his life in the hospital these days proved his success in becoming an adult, the recognition from Chang Xile still made him happiest.
"After all, I asked you for the title in the first place." Weatherall laughed. Although there were some tricks involved, in the end, Chang Xile still approved of him.
At this point, Chang Xile thought of his little finger that always ran away from home. She subconsciously looked at his hand and asked, "Your little finger...?"
Wessel raised his hand, spread his fingers and waved it at her: "Connected."
When they found the three wounded that day, they certainly didn't have time to take Weatherall's severed finger with them; they didn't even see the little finger. It was Weatherall who, while the nurses on rounds weren't paying attention, ran out of the hospital one night and spent half the night searching for it on Changle Mountain.
"Thank goodness you returned this finger to me after I made the wish, otherwise I wouldn't have made it through the night," Wessel said with a sigh. It would be so frustrating to cultivate for so long only to end up as the shell of a monster or burn to death in a fire.
"I should have returned it to you earlier, maybe you wouldn't have been possessed." Chang Xile felt a little guilty.
Wessel hissed. "You have an old saying. What's it?"
He had little knowledge of the humanities and social sciences and didn't like reading. He scratched his head for a while before realizing, "There's no such thing as knowing in advance."
If she had made her wish earlier, if he had never asked her for a title, if the treacherous fox had died that year...
In fact, Wessel could have escaped earlier - knowing that a major disaster was about to happen in the mountain city, it was an animal instinct to run away for his own life.
"But I'm glad to meet you." Weatherall raised his eyebrows and said in a long tone, changing the subject, "Although I don't know if you feel the same way."
Chang Xile couldn't help laughing: "I don't regret meeting you either."
Although Weatherall's pursuit of the title brought her bad luck for a while, it was also the beginning of her acquaintance with many people. They were not originally on her life track, but because of these subtle coincidences, they became special friends of Chang Xile.
"Besides, there are things in the mountain city that I can't let go of." Wessel covered his chest and tried to describe it with his poor adjectives. "At that time, I felt sore and numb here. It was a very strange feeling... I've never had it before."
Chang Xile followed Weatherill and looked out the window - large white clouds moved slowly in the wind, and the sky was as blue as if washed by water.
She told Weatherill: "It means you are indeed more human."
While Guaiguai was receiving treatment and observation in the hospital, the police and Li Chuanliu and others also came to visit Chang Xile separately.
"We've found direct evidence that Chen Moxin is the initiator of Ai Xin Dai." Li Chuanliu said this, seemingly finding it incredible even to himself. "Isn't it strange? Previously, we couldn't find the evidence, as if it were blinded by a ghost. But these past few days, it's like it was placed right in front of us, just for us to pick up. It's as easy as pie."
Perhaps it was because the guardian deity who helped him commit so many evil things had completely left the Chen family.
Before Chang Xile had time to ask about the follow-up situation, Li Chuanliu told him the details of the case like pouring beans.
Chen Moxin not only lent money at high interest rates, but also directly or indirectly used extremely cruel means to deal with those who were unable to repay their loans. He was guilty of crimes that no human could imagine, and he treated human life as worthless.
"The evidence is conclusive and the circumstances are extremely bad. After the court hearing and the verdict is announced, I will definitely try to make him spend the rest of his life in prison." Li Chuanliu rarely refrained from joking, and his expression was extremely serious.
Chang Xile nodded and said, "I will definitely attend the trial on the day it opens."
After her visitors had all arrived, Chang Xile lay back down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, a rare moment of silence that felt unreal. So, in this void, she pulled out her phone and began browsing social media, ready to plunge into the truly empty realm of the internet.
The hot topic that has been trending these days is "Mountain City Earthquake Prophecy". Chang Xile doesn't even need to search specifically to see netizens' discussions about the vision that night.
"Honestly, I'm laying it all out. I was one of those kids who believed the world would end in 2012. I believe it again this time. So what?"
"Who doesn't? I've stockpiled so much compressed biscuits and mineral water at home... I don't know how to use them all up. I'm thinking of donating them to children in impoverished mountainous areas later."
"But the weather that night was really weird. I really thought the world was coming to an end. I trembled with every thunderclap and didn't dare to close my eyes to sleep the whole night - my cat was so scared that he kept crawling into my bed."
"Have you ever heard that when a prophecy spreads too widely, it will no longer come true?"
"How does this work?"
"I don't know, but legend has it that this prophecy, which was resolved halfway, will soon take another form."
Chang Xile frowned, pondering the meaning of this sentence.
What does it mean to happen in another form?
Before she could think about it, she heard a young woman crying outside the room. The voice sounded very familiar.
Chang Xile lifted the quilt and got out of bed. As soon as she went out, she saw Yang Guisi squatting by the wall wiping her tears. Yang Junyi in front of her was anxiously trying to wipe her face, but could not touch her body.
"Sister..." Yang Junyi squatted down and coaxed her softly, "Please don't cry, okay? If you shed tears, I will be sad too."
Yang Guisi tried to hold back her tears and pretend that nothing was wrong, but after a long while, she could only utter four words: "I... understand everything."
Junyi was destined to be reincarnated; she couldn't stay by his side forever. The companionship he had shared over the past decade or so had already been beyond his expectations. Yang Guisi considered himself overly greedy if he still expected more.
"But... I just can't help it." Yang Guisi couldn't hold back any longer after she finished speaking, and cried even louder. She wiped away a few tears with her hands, and finally gave up, "Just let me cry for a while... Junyi."
Yang Guisi didn't notice Chang Xile's arrival at all. Instead, Yang Junyi made a "hush" gesture to Chang Xile. She looked sad and didn't say anything to comfort him. She just opened her arms and hugged Yang Junyi.
Her hands passed through Yang Guisi's body, as if she would never be able to wipe her sister's tears again.
Chang Xile quietly returned to the room and stopped disturbing them. These days, similar farewell scenes are very common. Chang Xile calculated the time and it was almost time to meet with the ghosts.
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