Chapter 8
"What kind of magic did that 37-degree hand of yours cast to double my summer homework?" Qi Xueyi almost collapsed as he looked at the notification on his phone.
He Jingtong raised his eyelids and easily said the key point: "The system prompts that because the registrant has violated the rules twice on this interface..."
All the unfinished words are in my heart.
Qi Xueyi almost choked on his own saliva, and quickly coughed, moving away from He Jingtong's sight, and whispered, "Well, if quantum can be entangled, there's no reason why the human soul can't be entangled."
"Besides, wouldn't it be much easier to test the soul qualities of two people at once?"
"Maybe you are right." He Jingtong did not refute and took the opportunity to change the topic of soul quality. "But you don't need to tell me so many things."
The prophet knows everything.
Based on this premise, He Jingtong, who knew Qi Xueyi's future fate, followed his own heart and showed a subtle rejection of Qi Xueyi's approach.
Qi Xueyi pulled out the stool beside the bed and sat down, saying, "But I don't think you can continue to live a peaceful life after awakening your soul power."
"Humans who have awakened their soul power are like light bulbs in the eyes of the spirits. Such monsters are not like moths to a flame, and they do not seek warmth and embrace, but will destroy all the light that is displayed wantonly."
"That child, the alien spirit you fought against, do you still remember her?" Qi Xueyi asked.
"I don't have any symptoms of amnesia." He Jing habitually tells others the situation based on facts.
Qi Xueyi, who was already aware of this, did not dwell on such details. He mentioned the girl only to keep the topic going smoothly.
"Before you woke up, the information related to the alien spirit had already been transmitted to my mobile phone." Qi Xueyi shook his mobile phone to indicate.
"The reason why the child was mutated was due to rage, and her anger came from her own father. But after she was mutated, the first person she wanted to target, and the person she actually targeted, was not the man who was nowhere to be found, but your uncle."
"The video surveillance showed it even more accurately. Doctor He, who went to check on the girl who had no relatives by her side, 'saw' the transformation of the spirit not long after he entered the room."
"And was hunted down."
"It's only because Dr. He can see her." Qi Xueyi pointed out the key point he wanted to make, "But Dr. He doesn't have the soul power I mentioned. He is not awake. The reason he can see is that the spirit born from the sin of wrath just listed him as one of the reasons for his birth."
"As someone who is involved, it seems natural. But if you are in danger of being killed just because you are angered... you can understand that they will attack and kill you because of your power that is equivalent to original sin."
Qi Xue always had a deep and serious look on his face. When it came to things that required seriousness, this young man, who had dyed his hair, eyelashes, and even eyebrows all white, never behaved frivolously.
"I chose to tell you in advance, firstly to tell you that the other world is where you must go after you awaken. Another point is that I hope you can be mentally prepared."
"The rupture of three views is a small matter, but trapping yourself is troublesome." Qi Xueyi smiled bitterly as he spoke, and the expression disappeared in a flash.
"Can't you regret it?" He Jingtong said after hesitating for a long time.
But no matter whether it was his slow speaking speed or his eyes which were not firm but inexplicably filled with seriousness...Qi Xueyi always felt that He Jingtong was asking on his own behalf whether he could regret it.
Rather, I was asking on his behalf, on behalf of someone I barely knew but with whom I hadn't formally exchanged names.
"Don't tell me that you sensed any regrets from someone you just met, me." The tone of the young man's words was always full of awkwardness, but Qi Xueyi still smiled and said, "It's not about whether I can regret it, but I will never regret it."
"Because I think it's easier this way, I hope that you, who are destined to go deeper into this world, can also find a way to make yourself more comfortable. Probably..." Qi Xueyi himself didn't know what he was saying.
Then he smiled and changed the subject.
After there was a knock on the door.
Qi Xueyi shouted loudly: "Go in."
Qi Xueyi noticed who was outside the door, and said to He Jingtong who was lying on the bed: "Doctor He is also a party to the case, but he probably won't see spirits again, so he only knows the basic information about spirits, not the in-depth areas."
"Also, he has come to see you several times before, but you never woke up."
Qi Xueyi is very keen on watching a person feel embarrassed and ashamed under the care of his elders.
It’s a pity that this uncle and nephew surnamed He are not at all what he imagined.
He Wanchen, whose hands were tied in plaster and hung around his neck, couldn't help but tear up when he saw He Jingtong's eyes.
"…I'm sorry for letting Xiao Jing face such a monster alone."
The apology at the beginning made Qi Xueyi's originally excited thoughts stop. He sighed and said to the two of them, "You guys continue talking. Doctor He, please sit down. I'll go out and order some food for the patient. He slept for so long and just woke up. He must be hungry."
Qi Xueyi left the ward lightly, and He Wanchen took over his position.
He Jingtong said helplessly: "If I say I have nothing to be sorry about, you will just feel more guilty about it."
He Wanchen remained silent.
He Jingtong didn't leave him much room for thinking.
Before he came into contact with the system, He Jingtong knew that his uncle was an overly sensitive person.
After the contact, in the comic, He Wanchen finally made a phone call, but he only said the two words "help", and the author also gave an explanation.
It is said that He Wanchen did not want to bring danger to his nephew.
Compared to him, his nephew He Jingtong is just a freshman in high school, a minor.
"Besides, from a factual point of view, it was the best choice for me to stay."
"I didn't have any emergency measures for the patient, and my physical condition just happened to allow me to move freely. At that time, both of your hands were broken, and you still had to take the patient away. This kind of pressure is not much less than when I faced that strange spirit."
"And once the patient dies... you will only become more depressed since you were already very sad because of the little girl."
He Jingtong omitted the exact statement that the girl underwent amputation surgery.
The young man gave He Wanchen some time to understand, and seeing that he still didn't say a word, he simply said everything he wanted to say: "Don't worry too much about other things, just know that we are all fine now."
"If you still can't forgive yourself..." He Jingtong suddenly brought up another topic, "My phone should be fine. I have saved the phone number of a psychologist I think is good. If you don't mind, I can give you his contact information."
He Wanchen's eyes became even drier.
He said weakly, "Don't worry about my mental health when you are still lying in bed not long after saving my life."
"I do feel guilty and sad, but I don't think that it would be the best choice for you to stay, as you said. If you had taken the patient away and I had stayed, that wouldn't be impossible, right?"
"It's just that I didn't react, and I was also constrained by my identity as a doctor. On the surface, I was trying to save the patient, but in reality I was greedy and afraid of death. I also self-righteously thought that there was no other way, so I had to leave you there..."
He Wanchen's mood fell again.
But his depression didn't last long.
There was no reason to ask my underage nephew, who was lying in a hospital bed, to comfort an adult who was able to move freely.
He Wanchen quickly gathered himself together: "But no matter how many possibilities there are, they are still just possibilities in the end. I... just can't forgive myself."
"——I can't forgive myself for doing this."
Leaving the minor behind and running away by himself will be a shadow in his life even if he has the patient's reasons.
He Wanchen forced his mouth to raise the corners and pretended to be nonchalant and said, "It just so happened that the colleague who performed the operation on me said that my hands might not be able to perform delicate surgery in the future. He also asked me if I wanted to be transferred to the outpatient clinic. I thought about it and decided not to."
"The He family doesn't need me as a meal."
After these words were spoken, the air almost stagnated.
The He family really didn't need him, but even brothers wanted to prevent He Wanchen from getting close to He Jingtong's grandfather in order to gain dividends from shares. They indirectly pushed him to Shanghai and called it a city for young people...
This doesn't seem fair no matter how you look at it.
Although He Jingtong, a high school student, was designated as the heir by his grandfather, he was not in a position to inherit the family business at his age.
No matter how you think about it, that home with such complicated ingredients that left one speechless was not a suitable place for He Wanchen, who was traumatized, to recuperate.
"Do we have to go back?" He Jingtong looked at He Wanchen.
"Not necessarily. It's possible that I can travel around after I've almost recovered. The environment in Shanghai is still quite introverted. You know, I took a leave and didn't even have time to pick you up before I was pulled back for surgery due to an emergency." He Wanchen pretended to be calm.
It was his wish from the beginning to choose to be a doctor instead of getting entangled with his brother's interests.
At this moment, it can be said that the wish has been fulfilled or it can be said that it has been completely shattered.
He Wanchen could think about his own affairs slowly in the future. Right now, he didn't know how to face He Jingtong.
The man clenched his fists, lowered his head, and raised it again and again.
Then he said, "…I'm sorry."
When Qi Xueyi came back with the packed food, the two people in the ward were so silent that they seemed to be in a daze.
The clear voice of the white-haired boy broke the silence: "Because I don't know what kind of flavors you like, and Dr. He didn't eat much today, so I bought more. If you don't mind, I will share the table with you."
"You bought all these things." He Jingtong said helplessly.
Afterwards, the three of them had a silent meal together.
But when He Wanchen slowly took a step with his injured leg and tried to leave the ward, a noisy sound suddenly came from outside the door.
"It was that rubbish doctor who killed my daughter. I spent so much money and he even amputated my daughter's legs, and he still managed to kill someone?!"