Chapter 765: Lingering Fear

"Does Xiao Ji think I am alarmist?" Bai Chuzhang suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang did not hide it; he nodded, signaling that he did not believe it.

"You are still too young. It is fine not to believe in some things, but you must still maintain awe," Liu Zhuren said.

This statement was somewhat contradictory, and Ji Xiang scratched his head.

"Many years ago, when Dazhi and I had just started working, we were still obsessed with online games," Bai Chuzhang began his reminiscence mode. "The most popular website on the internet back then was Tianya Community. Thinking about it now, so many years have passed."

Ji Xiang did not interrupt Bai Chuzhang's words, nor did he echo them; he listened attentively.

"At that time, there was an ID called Zuo Yang who was quite active in the 'Lotus Ghost Stories' section of the Tianya forum. That place was where everyone gathered to tell ghost stories and such. I forget which year it was, but the ID called Zuo Yang started trying to peel an apple in front of a mirror, summoning spirits at crossroads, Bloody Mary, and the Four-Corner Game."

"After that, he disappeared."

"It would have been good if there were live streams; the credibility would have been higher," Liu Zhuren said with some regret. He looked up at Ji Xiang and said with a smile, "The credibility of that stuff is just so-so. Later, I heard people say that Zuo Yang's family was relatively well-off, owning a company—a level above being comfortably well-off."

"Ever since he started the thread on Tianya to issue his challenge, it seems like things didn't go smoothly for him, and in the end, it seems he went bankrupt or something."

It wasn't until 3 years later that he returned and left a message at the end of the thread, advising netizens—regarding gods and spirits, you can choose to never believe in them, but never blaspheme or disrespect them.

"Later, there was also a post titled 'Ten Years Later, the Final Account of the Zuo Yang Incident'."

Seeing that Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren had fallen into a nostalgic mode and were chatting familiarly, yet he couldn't understand a word of it, Ji Xiang asked, "Liu Zhuren, what does this have to do with the Ghost Bed?"

Bai Chuzhang was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

"In the hospital, some patients look like there is nothing major wrong, and the diagnosis and medication are also fine, but their condition just keeps deteriorating. When you encounter similar patients, what do you do, Xiao Ji?"

"Uh..." Ji Xiang thought, of course, he would enter the System Operating Room to ask the Old Man.

"My habit is to change the patient to a different ward and have the original ward disinfected immediately," Liu Zhuren said very seriously. "Ultraviolet lamps, left on for 12-24 hours."

"Why is that?" Ji Xiang was puzzled.

"This is rich Clinical experience," Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren said in unison.

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled slightly, and Bai Chuzhang raised an eyebrow.

Liu Zhuren continued, "Once, when I was a Chief Resident, I admitted a patient with hematuria and urinary tract infection after Kidney Stone crushing. Actually, I shouldn't have admitted him; our ward was very tight on space, and admitting such a minor Patient wasn't just being idle."

"But the Patient knew the Lao Zhuren at the time, so he just stayed for a few days for Antibiotic treatment."

"Then, strange things happened."

"The Patient's diagnosis was very clear. That year he was 28 years old, had no underlying diseases, and it was just a simple Kidney Stone."

"On the first day, his skin test was negative, but he had an Allergic Reaction during the infusion, and the person almost died right there."

"On the third day, the hematuria worsened, the whole person became listless, and he even developed severe electrolyte imbalance."

"I was terrified at the time. Had I treated a perfectly fine Patient to death? I didn't dare to write any more medical orders randomly and went to find the Zhuren. Whatever he said, I did, even if I was scolded as a useless piece of trash by the Zhuren."

Ji Xiang smiled; the mindset of a Clinical Chief Resident is indeed like this—finding the Zhuren to take the blame at critical moments.

"The Zhuren checked on the Patient every day. He hesitated for a long time and asked me to check the three patients who had stayed in that bed before."

"I hadn't paid attention to this matter, but later I discovered that the first patient had terminal Renal Cancer and had suffered for a few months on that bed before passing away. After he left, the condition of the two subsequent patients in that bed did not recover well, and there were setbacks during their disease recovery stages."

Ji Xiang frowned, "Are there any hospital beds in our hospital where no one has died?"

This question hit home for Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren.

"Indeed, every hospital bed has had people die in it, and not just one or two. But after all, there was a problem, so the Lao Zhuren asked me to transfer the Patient to the room next door, and that bed..."

"What happened?" Ji Xiang asked suspiciously.

"I am a firm materialist," Liu Zhuren said something irrelevant and did not answer Ji Xiang's question. "Later, I summarized that alcohol disinfection, politely asking people to leave, and then using ultraviolet light for 12-24 hours is about enough."

"..."

Ji Xiang couldn't understand the logic in this, and he knew that Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren indeed had no logic in saying this.

Perhaps it was because there are still many unexplored areas in existing medicine, such as today's Patient.

If there were no System NPC, perhaps this Patient would have died in the end, and the cause of death would never have been correctly diagnosed, and this matter would have become an Urban Legend in the hospital.

The vast majority of Urban Legends come about this way.

"Actually, there were many experts on Tianya back then," Liu Zhuren clearly didn't want to talk more about the "Ghost Bed" matter. "I remember when the 'Milk Tea Sister' first debuted, she was still a high school student. Someone on Tianya replied that the Milk Tea girl's family were wealthy merchants, and her sudden fame was promoted by her family to find even higher-class wealthy merchants."

"At that time, there was no such thing as Traffic, and I felt disgusted when I saw this answer. Isn't this just insulting a little girl for no reason? So I have always remembered this reply."

"But later, you saw it too."

Ji Xiang smiled; he had a say in this aspect, but he didn't want to say anything.

Today, it is estimated that Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren were tired from not sleeping all night, and the two Old Men were mainly focused on nostalgic killing.

Moreover, they looked calm, but in fact, they were scared out of their wits, and their speech was not as organized as usual.

As for himself... other than not taking Sha Paozi for a walk in the morning and not knowing if it would tear the house apart, he felt nothing at all.

"Xiao Ji, you did very well," Bai Chuzhang suddenly said after reminiscing for a while. "Facing other people's questioning without emotional fluctuations—to tell you the truth, sometimes I even wonder if you are the legendary Undying Person."

"Otherwise, while you have the steady temperament of a youth, I have never seen a young person as steady as an old dog like you."

Ji Xiang had experienced Empathy hundreds of times and had gone through so many life storms; it made sense to say he was similar to the legendary Undying Person.

Bai Chuzhang's eyes were sharp indeed.

"I will check that person's information and tell you in a few days. When you encounter such people, we should avoid them. But if he really insists on looking for trouble, find an opportunity to teach him a lesson," Bai Chuzhang said with disdain.

"Performing a Flying Knife surgery in another city, does he really think he is in the Imperial Capital? Pointing fingers—I don't like the look of him," Liu Zhuren said.

Only then did Ji Xiang understand where Bai Chuzhang's thinking had shifted.