Chapter 185: Plague God

After finishing breakfast, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe coaxed Zhang Han-ying and Zhang Yunwen back to the hotel and went to meet Bai Zhi alone.

After a long time, Bai Zhi looked haggard, with faint dark circles under her eyes on her thin face, looking like she had very poor sleep quality.

The place where the two met was an unremarkable breakfast shop in the old city area of Yundu, hidden in a winding alley, but business was very good, and it was crowded with neighbors living nearby early in the morning.

Bai Zhi sat at a table against the wall in the corner, yawned sleepily, and looked listless. The landlady wearing an apron brought a bowl of steaming water-basin mutton to the table. Only then did Bai Zhi rub her eyes and perk up, picked up her chopsticks and spoon, and looked at Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe sitting opposite: "Have you had breakfast? Do you want a bowl too?"

"Just had some in the new city area, no need." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe shook his head.

"Things in the new city area aren't as delicious as in the old city area." Bai Zhi took a sip of the clear soup with a spoon and said softly: "Most of the restaurants in the new city area are places that rip off tourists. You have to come to places like this where Yundu locals eat to find delicious food."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe smiled: "Which city isn't like this?"

"That's true..." Bai Zhi picked up a slice of mutton and stuffed it into her mouth, saying while chewing:

"I've been having the same dream recently... dreaming that I was wearing a hospital gown and lying in a hospital ward. The floor and ceiling were pure white, looking very clean, but the walls were covered with large patches of mold, like sugar oranges that had gone moldy in humid weather...

Clearly other places were still bright and beautiful, sweet and juicy, but only that one place had rotted, rotting from the skin to the heart. The air was filled with a sweet and sour rotten smell, and mold spores were floating everywhere."

Listening to Bai Zhi's ambiguous and vague description, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe couldn't help but think of a rotten face covered with acne, scars, and red rashes.

That was Yin Lishang's face.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe still remembered when he first met Feng Yushu, the aunt had told him that her relationship with her daughter was quite distant, just like strangers. Her daughter was sometimes neurotic, saying some god-like things that made people unable to understand, making her, the mother, worried and scared, even unable to resist peeking at her daughter's diary.

Now it seemed that those god-like words of Bai Zhi were actually not dream talk, but the information contained in them was simply something ordinary people couldn't understand at all.

"And then?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe asked: "Are there any precautions that need to be followed in the dream this time?"

Bai Zhi thought for a moment and shook her head: "There isn't any specific 'you must not do this or that' warning, but when lying in the hospital bed, I have a very... tired, very exhausted feeling. Tired to the point where I don't want to do anything, don't want to think about anything, and even... don't want to recover from this serious illness."

After speaking, Bai Zhi pondered her language and added: "But I don't want to keep being sick like this either. It seems that if I keep lying in the hospital bed, some kind of irreversible thing will happen."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took a deep breath, lost in thought.

Can't keep being sick, but don't want to recover... Is that so?

"Anything else?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pressed.

Bai Zhi shook her head: "No more. I've been having the same dream recently, always lying in the same hospital bed, but I can't get up no matter what."

Lying in bed sleeping and then dreaming that she was lying in bed—she had been living so abstractly during this time. "Okay, understood." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe nodded and stood up: "I'll go try to see if I can properly handle this matter, so you don't have to have nightmares every day."

"Then... thank you?" Bai Zhi looked up at him and blinked, her cheeks bulging with mutton.

"No need to thank me, because this is what I should do." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stood up, left the breakfast shop, and the boy's body turned into a butterfly in the winding alleys of the old city area and disappeared.

Later that evening, the butterfly landed on the windowsill of the second floor of Yundu Municipal Hospital.

Tap—two feet landed on the tile floor of the corridor. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe walked out of the blind spot of the surveillance, exposed himself to the camera's field of vision, waved his hand lightly, and walked straight toward the elevator.

Entering the elevator, a security guard wearing a uniform and a bone-conduction headset was already waiting there. The guard nodded slightly at Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, then pressed the button for the 5th floor, sending him to a young man wearing a Zhongshan suit.

"You came very early. It seems you care a lot about that ghost." Seeing Lan Shiwen reached out and shook hands with Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, turned around to lead the way, and said with a somewhat hoarse voice while walking: "But it is indeed a very interesting ghost. No wonder you care so much."

Now most of the medical staff and patients in the hospital had been evacuated and moved to other hospitals in the same city. Only a few critically ill patients who were inconvenient to move remained in the wards, as well as some basic medical staff responsible for taking care of them.

But unexpectedly, the condition of these critically ill patients on the same floor as Yin Lishang was surprisingly stable. The patients who were originally critically ill and receiving hospice care had their conditions, which were like candles in the wind, stop deteriorating, making their attending doctors unable to help but have the idea of rescuing them again to see if they could save them.

"I advise you not to have this idea." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe shook his head: "It's best to evacuate all the patients still in this hospital."

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"If they are evacuated, some people might die." Seeing Lan Shiwen frowned: "Some of them were originally in a critically ill state. The reason why they can linger on now is simply because of the influence of that Plague God."

—Plague God was the temporary code name given by the Yunzhou side to this ghost related to birth, old age, sickness, and death.

"You also know that it's a Plague God." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe sighed and said: "Your voice is a bit hoarse. Did you catch a cold?"

"Caught a bit of a cold. I was handling matters in Yongzhou some time ago. After knowing that something happened in the hospital, I flew over overnight. It's a mild cold, nothing serious." Seeing Lan Shiwen said, his expression becoming subtle: "But it's strange to say. Clearly, it was just a mild cold, and I have been taking medicine and resting normally, but this little cold has lasted for so many days and still hasn't gotten better."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't pick up his words but continued to say to himself: "I simply looked at the situation of those critically ill patients on the way here. Their vital signs are indeed very stable, and their conditions haven't continued to deteriorate—but that's all."

No deterioration, and no improvement.

The stability on them was a stable bad.

"You should leave early too, Seeing Lan Shiwen. As long as you stay by the Plague God's side, your cold won't get better." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe said softly: "The same goes for the illnesses on those critically ill patients."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 186 =====