Chapter 2056: 1985: Seeking Zheng Lao Ban's Help

While driving, Dahungya was also fighting off the tiny flying insects.

If it weren't for Chief Zheng... Dahungya kept telling himself on the road, "Call Chief Zheng? Am I being thick-headed?!"

That was Zheng Lao Ban; people had already promoted him. Yet I kept calling him Chief Zheng—this isn't courting death, is it?!

Yes, Zheng Lao Ban, Zheng Lao Ban.

Just thinking of Zheng Lao Ban, Dahungya's ashen heart gained a bit of hope.

Gradually, the tiny flying insects disappeared, and Dahungya began to hesitate—should he still go to Di Du or not?

Although he had already gotten onto the highway, just thinking of Zheng Lao Ban's vigorous yang energy that repelled all evil made Dahungya feel apprehensive.

He found a rest area and stopped, buying a bottle of water.

After taking a sip, Dahungya thought of the insects, felt nauseous, and spat the water out.

By the light, Dahungya astonishedly saw black insects still in the water.

They merely seemed not to have grown, unable to fly, struggling hard in the water he used to rinse his mouth.

Oh dear... Dahungya's heart, which had just calmed, started racing again.

It wasn't that there were no insects; it was that he didn't know how many were still in his body, and they... Dahungya dared not think further.

He didn't even think about Zheng Lao Ban's vigorous yang energy; he scrambled into the car, not noticing he had wet his pants, trembling while keeping his hands steady, not shaking too much, single-mindedly driving straight to Di Du.

At 3 a. m., Dahungya arrived at 912.

Looking at the towering building with its scattered lights, Dahungya's first thought was how many disputes there would be, and he didn't know which gang boss had taken over this place.

If... pah pah pah! Why am I still thinking like this now?

Which department is Zheng Lao Ban in? I'll go to the entrance and apologize with a bundle of firewood.

Dahungya stood at the main entrance of 912 for a long time before realizing he didn't even know which department Zheng Lao Ban worked in.

But this didn't stump Dahungya.

Ask the Emergency Department; if that really doesn't work, tomorrow... after six today, I'll go department to department asking the night-shift nurses.

The Emergency Department of 912... he began searching for it.

Those poor doctors in the Emergency Department are probably still busy, not fearing death from overwork. While searching, Dahungya habitually muttered complaints in his heart.

At this hour, aside from those cultivating all night, singing karaoke, clubbing, picking up girls at nightclubs, or waiting to be picked up, who else would be busy?

If there is, it's surely those idiotic doctors. Maybe programmers too? But Dahungya isn't familiar with them.

Dahungya's eyes flickered as he earnestly sought the Emergency Department.

Before he could ask for directions, an ambulance with blaring sirens sped over.

Following the ambulance, Dahungya easily found the Emergency Department.

A smell of blood rushed over him.

Dahungya saw a freckle-faced young doctor directing the rescue; that must be the Inpatient Chief. The Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Department—goodness!

It was a car accident; Dahungya knew that at this moment, doctors and nurses conducting emergency rescue would surely have no time for him.

He waited quietly for half an hour until the patient was taken away, the Emergency Department grew quiet again, and the freckle-faced Inpatient Chief stepped out, whereupon Dahungya approached.

"Doctor."

"Huh? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" the person asked, though exhausted, still forcing a smile.

"No, no, I just want to ask you something," Dahungya said.

"Oh." Upon hearing it was a request for directions, Zhou Litao instantly lost his spirit.

Midnight rescue work is the most exhausting; better grab some sleep now, as there's new work tomorrow.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the Zheng Lao Ban from Hai Cheng—do you know which department he's in?" Dahungya asked carefully.

"You're a fellow townsman of Zheng Lao Ban." Zhou Litao perked up a bit, "He's in the Intervention Department, Inpatient Ward One. Do you know how to get there?"

With the help of the freckle-faced young doctor, Dahungya smoothly found the Intervention Department.

Next, we just wait for Zheng Lao Ban to start work.

Dahungya didn't go to a hotel to rest; he had no mind to sleep.

Heaven knows whether lying down would mean never waking up again.

Crouching at the entrance of the Intervention Department, Dahungya began to space out. One hour... two hours...

The sky gradually brightened, and people gradually increased.

Patients' families coming for meals and washing flowed incessantly; a long-legged girl with a ponytail walked past. In the past, Dahungya would surely have tried to chat her up, but today he had no interest.

Dahungya kept watching for flying insects around him; fortunately, aside from rinsing his mouth, he saw no tiny insects.

He should be able to hold on alive until Zheng Lao Ban arrives; Dahungya's heart was full of hope.

As time passed, the whole 912 seemed to wake from slumber, surrounded by a cacophony of voices.

The mortal world's hustle and bustle—this feeling is truly great!

"Zheng Lao Ban hasn't arrived yet, has he?"

"Master Yan, let's wait here a moment."

Dahungya suddenly overheard two people talking, he turned in surprise, and saw a familiar face.

Long beard, slender build, with an ethereal Daoist aura.

Standing there, he was starkly different from the surrounding mortal hustle, exuding an otherworldly air.

"Wang Xian Zhang?" Dahungya asked in astonishment, softly.

Isn't this the Wang Xian Zhang from Old Crow Mountain? It's said he has attained the Dao, merely cultivating in the mundane world, a pure banished immortal.

Dahungya goes every year to Old Crow Mountain to burn the first incense; he knows Wang Xian Zhang, but the latter doesn't know him.

Hearing someone call him, Wang Daoshi smiled faintly, "Do you know me?"

"Yo..." Dahungya was certain it was Wang Xian Zhang; his legs went weak and he knelt down.

"What are you doing, in the hospital, being seen by people is not good." Wang Daoshi stroked his beard, somewhat displeased said, "Hurry up and get up."

Dahungya kowtowed three times with reverence, just like when he goes every year to burn incense on his head, then stood up.

"Have you been to my Daoist temple?"

"Immortal Master, I go every year to burn head incense." Dahungya said respectfully.

"Oh, you also came to see Zheng Lao Ban for a sickness, right?" Wang Daoshi's eyes were clear and translucent, how could he not guess why Dahungya is standing here.

"Do you know Zheng Lao Ban?"

"Acquainted, acquainted, we've met a few times."

Wang Daoshi nodded, seeing Dahungya's appearance lascivious, unwilling to speak more, he then said to Master Yan: "Zheng Lao Ban is arriving soon."

"Hmm." Master Yan nodded, "After your son's illness is cured, let him come find me. Fleeing death to escape, each to his destiny."

Having said this before, Wang Daoshi laughed, "To be able to become your disciple, Master Yan, is my son's fortune. The ancient scrolls I will copy when I return, plus the photocopied volumes, I will send directly to you via Shunfeng."

Dahungya was stunned.

The immortal-like Wang Xian Zhang spoke only of fleeing death to escape, taking a master, ancient scrolls, and the like, words devoid of worldly air.

But the final mention of Shunfeng utterly destroyed the atmosphere.

Is this what someone who has attained the Dao and become an immortal should say? Shouldn't they be transmitting messages via flying swords instead?

However, he was very savvy, able to read facial expressions. Seeing Wang Xian Zhang pay no attention to him, he retreated a little. Don't rush to provoke Wang Xian Zhang's displeasure; on his side he still has a bunch of lawsuits.

After another half hour, Dahungya was pondering matters when he heard Wang Xian Zhang laugh and say: "Zheng Lao Ban, you have arrived."