After hearing Dr. Sun's words, I felt a chill run down my spine and nodded solemnly.
Li Huai administered the medicine to Lao Dao every fifteen minutes. After the third dose, Lao Dao's trembling reached its peak, and his skin turned bright red, like a cooked shrimp.
Immediately afterwards, a thick, grayish-black liquid, emitting a strong, putrid stench, began to seep from the bluish-black lividity and ulcerated skin on his body.
"Now!" Doctor Sun shouted.
I was already prepared. I forced my weak body to stand up, opened the cloth bag I always carried with me, inside were three-edged bone needles, sutures, a small scraper, medicinal powder, and other things.
I first picked up a small scraper, as thin as a willow leaf with a blade that gleamed coldly, dipped it in a special disinfectant, and started from the most severely ulcerated part of the old knife's neck.
With precise cuts into the boundary between rotten flesh and normal skin, my wrist remained steady, and with even force, I swiftly scraped away the dark gray necrotic tissue, along with the wisps of black smoke swirling beneath it.
I've done this countless times, so I'm very familiar with it.
Although I'm not in the best condition right now, Luo Tianhe is there to help me, handing me tools and wiping my sweat.
Pieces of blackened flesh were cut off; if it weren't for the corpses of white maggots still clinging to them, they would look just like old cured meat.
Li Huai's face turned pale, and he almost vomited, but a glare from Doctor Sun made him hold it in and not dare to look away.
Time passed second by second, and the gray, viscous liquid seeping from Lao Dao's body gradually decreased.
When I scraped away the last patch of lividity on his arm, I was almost completely exhausted and swaying.
Although Lao Dao's body was covered with fresh wounds, he at least looked like a human being, only he looked rather miserable.
Dr. Sun stepped forward again to take his pulse, examined several of his deeper wounds, and nodded to me.
"Well done, you've basically eliminated the potential problems for him. It's just that his recuperation will likely be very painful."
I nodded. Dr. Sun was right. Old Dao was in for a lot of trouble.
There were many wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible.
However, it's already a miracle that I survived.
"Alright, is there anything else?" Dr. Sun asked me casually.
I was a little embarrassed, but I still mustered up the courage to say, "There really is!"
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai scratched their heads, wondering what I wanted to ask.
After all, only Lao Dao and I were seriously injured on this trip, and we've already taken care of it. Is there anything else?
I glared at them both; those two blockheads.
"Zhou Wenxiu!"
As I slowly uttered those three words, they both couldn't help but shudder, a look of fear appearing in their eyes.
After a trip to the mass grave, they temporarily forgot about this being pieced together from dead people's parts, and he even started bothering us.
Dr. Sun took another sip of tea, glanced at Luo Tianhe and Li Huai's reactions, and felt somewhat puzzled.
They've been through so much with me; normal vengeful ghosts would never tremble at the mere mention of it. Just who is Zhou Wenxiu?
He looked at me with some curiosity, so I told him in detail what had happened.
After listening, Dr. Sun paused for a moment, then suddenly asked me a question:
"Chen Yan, how long have we known each other?"
I scratched my head. Although I felt like I had known Dr. Sun for a long time and we had a pretty good relationship, it had only been a month when I thought about it carefully.
"A month? What's wrong?"
I don't understand why he suddenly asked me this.
"Do you know, Chen Yan, in the month I've known you, the strange and bizarre things I've heard from you exceed the total amount I've heard in my entire life!"
Dr. Sun suddenly sighed, and his gaze toward me became complicated.
"But Zhou Wenxiu, whom you just mentioned, is too mysterious. I don't know her background and can't offer you any effective advice."
Dr. Sun was somewhat helpless; this matter had indeed touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.
After all, he couldn't understand how a few pieces of a body could be put together to become a living person!
He is a doctor, and although he is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he also knows some Western medical theories and, in some respects, believes in science.
This is completely unreasonable.
Hearing this, I felt somewhat helpless.
That woman was so strange. Although she acted normally, I always felt a chill run down my spine whenever I saw her.
And for some reason, she started bothering a few of us.
"Alright, Dr. Sun, then we'll take our leave now. This woman is a bit strange. She's currently staying with a friend of mine, and we need to contact him first."
We said goodbye to Dr. Sun, but left Old Dao here.
After all, Dr. Sun's medical skills are superb, and staying here is the best guarantee for his safety. Although I am somewhat helpless now, this is the only favor I can do for us.
After all, we're about to face something that's neither human nor ghost, and bringing Old Knife along might not be a good idea.
Who knows if that guy will take advantage of Old Knife's unconsciousness to plunder his limbs and fill his own body?
After leaving the hotel, I called Zhang Qiang. His voice came through quickly, sounding somewhat tired.
"How's it going? All done with work?"
"Yes, they saved my friend, but he was half-dead."
I replied to him over the phone.
"Is it that dangerous? I thought things would go smoothly with Master Zhang Qingxiao going with you."
Zhang Qiang sounded somewhat surprised, after all, in his opinion, with Daoist Zhang Qingxiao going, it was practically a sure thing.
“That place is more dangerous than we imagined, and we still have a big problem to solve. Master Zhang Qingxiao is planning to find some like-minded people and go there again on a chosen day.”
Hearing my words, Zhang Qiang was even more surprised.
He paused for a moment on the other end of the phone before speaking:
"Well, it seems that it was indeed very dangerous there, but thankfully, you all came back alive."
Zhang Qiang is a shrewd person. He heard me say that he was only injured, which meant that no one had died, so there was no big problem.
"By the way, how is that woman?"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, I finally voiced my real question.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a long pause before Zhang Qiang's voice came through:
"I temporarily placed her in a break room at the station, and I found two bold, careful, and most importantly, tight-lipped policewomen to help look after her."
"Of course, the supervision was only nominal; in reality, it was surveillance, and the two policewomen were aware of their mission,"
He paused as he spoke:
"Most of the time, Zhou Wenxiu is normal, but some details are a bit off!"
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