Chapter 229: Horror Package (Alliance Leader sueyee12 bonus ×4)

After a few words of chatter, the mood of Meng Yisheng from the Emergency Department visibly eased.

Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher, I heard from others that the patient clearly has symptoms of a mental illness. Why don't you suggest she go to a psychiatric hospital?"

This question had just been discussed, but Ji Xiang did not agree with Meng Yisheng's words, so he asked again.

Meng Yisheng shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

It seemed he had a story to tell; Ji Xiang thought for a moment, then held his breath and focused, entering the System Operating Room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang greeted the System NPC first, then recounted everything he had seen and the questions in his heart.

"What that doctor said is correct," the System NPC said calmly. "Many diseases manifest as mental illnesses, but treating only the surface symptoms will cause the true condition to worsen."

"Is that so? But I feel the patient really has a Mental Illness," Ji Xiang said, somewhat confused.

"Want to try it out?" the System NPC asked.

"Empathy?" Ji Xiang was startled.

Although he could have figured it out with his toes, letting himself feel a little girl sitting on his shoulders, blowing cold air from time to time...

That was a bit much.

Moreover, Ji Xiang felt that both he and the System NPC were materialists who would absolutely never believe in those supernatural things.

He hadn't expected the system to have such a horror package.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ji Xiang nodded, "Okay, Teacher, I want to try."

"Many strange sensations are merely a way for a disease to manifest; you must be firm on this point." The System NPC led Ji Xiang to the next Operating Room, warning him on the way.

"Teacher, will it be very terrifying?" Ji Xiang felt like he was about to play some inexplicable haunted house game.

"Terrifying? Not being able to diagnose a disease and sending the patient to a psychiatric hospital is the true terror of life!" the System NPC said.

"..."

Ji Xiang was silent.

The System NPC was annoying when dishing out chicken soup, but much cuter than he was now; Ji Xiang would rather listen to him dish out chicken soup.

Light and shadow flickered; Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room, the smell of thick, low-quality incense hanging between his nose and mouth.

Opposite him sat a seventy-year-old man with the air of a transcendent being, staring intently at him.

"Master, please think of a way, I beg you." A middle-aged woman pleaded.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled: "He" was a 20-year-old male who had been feeling unwell lately; after seeing doctors at every hospital, they all said he had "hysteria," which is to say, mental illness.

His family believed he was possessed by an evil spirit, so after failing to find a cure, they brought him to the home of a nearby master.

"This is difficult to handle," the transcendent-looking old man said in a low voice. "Have you been to any places with heavy yin energy lately?"

Yin energy?

What was that?

"Did you go!" the middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

"No..." "He" said in a daze; only now did Ji Xiang realize this was observer mode.

"Does the morgue count?" "He" asked an extremely stupid question.

Ji Xiang immediately recalled that "he" was a medical student; a while ago, during an anatomy class, he and several other boys had gone to the morgue to carry out an Anatomical Teacher.

It was called a morgue, but the morgue where the medical school kept the Anatomical Teachers was different from the traditional sense.

The Anatomical Teachers, soaking in a full pool of Formalin, scattered every which way, didn't actually look like they were in a place filled with yin energy.

Because as soon as you went in, you couldn't open your eyes; there was no time to be afraid.

Plus, the boys were chatting and laughing, so "he" hadn't noticed the issue at the time.

The Anatomical Teacher was very heavy; four strong male students carried the stretcher, and "he" felt the Anatomical Teacher weighed at least over three hundred jin.

He didn't know why the Anatomical Teacher was so heavy.

"Sigh, it's not easy to handle." The transcendent-looking old man sighed and squinted at "him"; his gaze was piercingly bright, making Ji Xiang feel flustered inside.

After a long while, the transcendent-looking old man said, "Normally, a young man of this age has a flourishing yang energy, and ordinary evil spirits cannot possess him. But the more this is the case, the more powerful the possessing evil spirit must be. I cannot guarantee anything, but I will try my best."

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

The middle-aged woman must be "his" mother; Ji Xiang saw her take out a thick envelope and hand it to the master with both hands.

A young man beside the transcendent-looking old man took the envelope and weighed it.

"I can only say I will try; my old bones are aged, so I cannot guarantee it."

As he spoke, he raised a hand.

A Peach Wood Sword appeared in his hand.

The transcendent-looking old man stood up, chanting words, and brandished the Peach Wood Sword.

Unlike martial arts stances, he looked like he was dancing; his movements were gentle, and in some segments, he even showed off the flexibility of his waist.

For his age, this was already a high-difficulty movement.

Soon, the transcendent-looking old man pressed his left middle and index fingers together and shouted, "Tai!"

The sound was sharp and loud, like a thunderclap. At the same time, the Peach Wood Sword whistled past Ji Xiang's ear with a faint sound of wind and thunder, giving Ji Xiang a fright.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

Ji Xiang was startled; although it was observer mode, he was still shocked.

There were faint bloodstains on the Peach Wood Sword, but more blood appeared on the body of the transcendent-looking old man.

His Chinese-style short jacket was somehow clawed with five scratches, stained with blood.

Coupled with the old man vomiting blood on the spot, a strange and eerie atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

Ji Xiang looked in the direction the Peach Wood Sword had just stabbed, but found nothing.

Although Ji Xiang was a thorough materialist who did not believe in ghosts and gods, witnessing the miserable state of the transcendent-looking old man with his own eyes, he could not help but feel suspicious in his heart.

Yet Ji Xiang still felt this master was a fake, as if he had seen everything he just witnessed in some book.

"Master!" "His" mother exclaimed.

"It is nothing." The old man with the bearing of an immortal covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and then took out a medicinal pill from his bosom and swallowed it.

After a few minutes, he heaved a deep sigh.

"The evil spirit has been wounded by me for now, but its cultivation is profound; I cannot completely subdue the demon and eliminate the devil, I can only suppress it temporarily."

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman was somewhat flustered, "Then what should we do!"

"Wait for me to recuperate for a few days," the old man with the bearing of an immortal said, "If that really doesn't work, come back after a while, and I will bring out my sect's Talisman to subdue the demon."

"His" mother kept expressing her gratitude, looking as if she were about to kneel down at any moment.

After leaving, Ji Xiang carefully recalled the situation just now; every action of that old man was flawless, and even if Ji Xiang wore tinted glasses to pick faults, he could not find where the problem lay at all.

Strange!

The scratch marks on the master's body, the bloodstains on the Peach Wood Sword, the spitting of blood... these all silently proved the intensity of "that battle."

But Ji Xiang just happened to feel that the master was lying.

(End of this chapter)