I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 324 How Much Did You Actually Earn? (36)

Today, Li Cheng didn't work overtime. After get off work, she went straight home, lay on the bed, and slumped down like a corpse.

Is Zhang Yi dead?

Zhang Yi, who was excitedly telling himself about his discovery just two days ago and wanted to share it with others, is dead.

Although they were classmates, one was a doctor and the other a nurse, one a college student and the other a junior college student. They would only nod to each other when they met.

Their own discoveries brought them together temporarily, while Zhang Yi's discoveries further propelled the plot of "The Haunted Hospital" forward.

I thought they would continue to work together, sharing a secret and treating patients, but I never expected it to end like this.

"died……"

As her disconnected mind gradually recovered, Li Cheng vaguely guessed the real reason for Zhang Yi's death.

The medical skills of the poor.

Zhang Yi joined a medical cultivation organization, which suggests that he may have shared his findings, and that everyone tried them together and achieved some results.

The number of patients has recently started to decrease, which is probably due to the organization's actions. Some illnesses can now be treated with the medical skills of the poor, resulting in a decrease in the number of patients.

So, who wouldn't like this medical skill?
The thought made Li Cheng shudder.

Thinking of the hospital outside, Li Cheng tried not to think about it anymore, but her brain wouldn't listen to her.

Once an idea is triggered, it will surge forward like a derailed train until it crashes into everything and causes death.

A multitude of chaotic thoughts arise, only to be jostled and broken apart by the train of thought in my mind, until it finally stops upon encountering the truth.

All hospital administrators could be the murderers.

Patients are the assets of a hospital, and the value of assets should not be wasted. However, the medical skills of the poor will undoubtedly greatly reduce the value of patients, and may even wipe out the value of some patients.

Just like if your stomach problem can be solved with a single punch, then you don't need to continue taking medicine, and your value as a patient will be reduced to the minimum.

If we continue to think about this, is it possible that many diseases could actually be cured by hospitals, but they simply choose not to?
Once trust in hospitals is broken, it is very difficult to restore.

Li Cheng wanted to continue believing, but her mind wouldn't allow it.

The other side had already welded the throttle shut, and Zhang Yi's death fueled the train's momentum, forcing it to keep thinking forward until it crashed through everything.

If hospitals are privatized for profit, then their goal will no longer be saving lives, but making money.

Except for the extremely wealthy, the chances of anyone being cured after entering the hospital are uncertain.

In order to maintain this profit model, anyone who attempts to break it must die.

The murderer is none other than the entire city of Fuzawa.

Even further, Xingjun, who was affected by all the hospitals in Fuze, is also one of the murderers.

The other party may have tacitly approved of this, or even been one of the planners.

After figuring it out, Li Cheng felt his back trembling.

After taking some medicine, she prepared to rest and forget everything, when she heard a knock on the door.

She looked warily toward the doorway, neither approaching directly nor replying, but simply staring at it.

The apartment she rented was a hospital apartment, five square meters in size, without a toilet or kitchen, but it was relatively safe because of the protective array at the entrance.

The rent is 2,300 yuan per month, and my salary is automatically transferred after it arrives, which is convenient and fast.

However, Zhao Ting would never stay there. She made her home in the sewer, and apart from the stench, she had no other drawbacks.

Li Cheng had been tempted by the sewer before, but she is now glad that she was not persuaded.

After a long while, the person at the door finally left. After waiting quietly for a long time, Li Cheng opened the door and found a small package placed there.

She initially intended to throw the package away, but upon seeing the small, distinctive symbol on it, she immediately retrieved it and locked the door again.

That symbol was the one Zhang Yi used to communicate with them. Whenever this symbol appeared in the prescription, it meant that she could save someone.

Therefore, she was certain that this was Zhang Yi's package.

Upon opening the package, Li Cheng discovered that inside was none other than a small flip phone.

As Li Cheng turned on her phone, she saw a small piece of cloth slide out of the phone and fall to the ground.

Picking up the red cloth, she looked at it with a puzzled expression, then exclaimed in surprise, "The Emperor's Banner?"

"That's right, the Emperor's Banner."

"Ahhh!"

The sudden noise made Li Cheng scream, followed by an annoyed voice from next door: "Keep it down, I'm playing Dreamland!"

Covering his mouth, Li Cheng suppressed the urge to shout again, staring intently at the person in front of him.

It's Zhang Yi!
She managed to swallow back the urge to scream, and asked fiercely, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm dead."

"I know! But if you're not going to be reincarnated, what are you doing here?"

The Zhang Yi in front of me was in a semi-transparent state, which was clearly his primordial spirit.

He was not a ghost cultivator. His primordial spirit was fading rapidly after leaving the Human Emperor's Banner. It was estimated that it would soon dissipate and completely enter the cycle of reincarnation.

At this point, if they could find the Yellow Springs Star Lord to create a human figure, there would still be hope, but creating a human figure costs hundreds of thousands of dollars, which she and Zhang Yi did not have.

Zhang Yi stared at Li Cheng and said quickly, "To make a long story short, I don't know who killed me. They acted too quickly."

"They must be from the hospital!"

After whispering his analysis, Zhang Yi was visibly stunned for a long time before asking in a low voice, "How are you so smart? Aren't you a college student?"

"I've already told you, stop discriminating against college students! College students are people too, and some of them have even reached the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"You might as well buy a lottery ticket. Listen carefully, if I die, you'll be in danger too. I feel your analysis is correct; the hospital will definitely not allow this kind of medical technique to circulate. You must take action."

What can I do?

"Go find anonymity! Since the other party dared to do this in a dream, they must have their own purpose and methods. And don't stay here. The surveillance team will follow procedures if they come to you, but the hospital won't. Now, don't trust anyone except the person you trust most."

"Wait, who delivered this? Can they be trusted?"

"Don't believe it. The other party is a demonic cultivator, but a relatively trustworthy one. He is only responsible for delivering the package to the person I trust most after I die, and that person is you."

"You have quite a wide circle of friends! You even know demonic cultivators!"

"You know, the more friends you have, the more options you have. Now look at how this comes in handy. Open my phone, there's my private savings account inside, the kind that can't be traced. Transfer the money now, and then run away with the person you trust most."

"My life has been ruined by bastards like you!"

Despite complaining, Li Cheng was filled with joy and excitement.

This is exactly what I wanted!

The thrill of wandering the world, so different from anything I'd experienced before, was truly exhilarating.

But when Li Cheng saw the other party's nearly seven-figure savings, she couldn't quite smile anymore.

Damn, just how much money do you make?!
(End of this chapter)