Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

The First Affiliated Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University.

The nurse on duty looked at the boy in front of her, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked very refined and delicate, and noticed the faint smile on his face. Her heart skipped a beat.

Based on her many years of professional experience, she believes that people who can smile like this are usually patients who have received a terminal diagnosis and have decided to give up treatment.

With these thoughts in mind, the nurse asked with great sympathy, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Yang Ning smiled and said, "Hello, I'd like to ask if there are any patients who could be saved, but have to give up treatment due to financial difficulties?"

The nurse immediately understood what Yang Ning meant. In all his years of practice, he had seen many patients with this need.

They either want to spend money to get organ donations from other patients who have given up treatment due to financial problems, or they want to donate their own organs.

In either of these two situations, nurses cannot stand idly by.

"I'm sorry, we do not support private organ donation agreements here."

Yang Ning paused for two seconds, then said, "I'm not buying organs. I just want to ask if there are any patients like this? I want to help them."

Hearing Yang Ning say this, the nurse's eyes immediately showed even more sympathy.

"You're so young, why give up on treatment? Trust the hospital, trust the doctors, you can definitely beat this disease! Preserve your organs, okay?"

Yang Ning: "..."

"Um, nurse, I don't sell organs. What I mean is, I want to sponsor a patient and help extend his life!"

Yang Ning's words brought the nurse to tears!

She said, moved, "This handsome young patient, you should keep the money for yourself and get well first, then we can talk about helping other patients."

Yang Ning was getting a little angry. "Sorry, I'm not sick!"

The nurse's expression immediately changed. "Escaped from the psychiatric ward?"

Yang Ning: "..."

In fact, Yang Ning could have used Lingwa to solve his problem.

But this is a hospital, where the yang energy is weak and the yin energy is strong.

Using Lingwa's abilities rashly could easily affect patients on their deathbeds, so Yang Ning wanted to get the information he needed from the nurses, but given the current situation...

Looking at the nurse's caring gaze, which seemed to be directed at someone with intellectual disabilities, Yang Ning realized that her plan might not work.

He looked up at the hospital ceiling and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Zhang Wen isn't meant to die today?"

The next second, Yang Ning completely dismissed the idea!

Was he not destined to die?

Is that something she can decide?!

Today, I've already sent her whole family away, leaving her all alone. Is this something a human being could do?

We must make up for this one!

A family should always be together!

In a fit of rage, Yang Ning turned and left the hospital, hailed a taxi, and said as soon as he got in, "Driver, to the crematorium!"

The taxi driver, who had been driving passengers all afternoon without a single minute of rest, suddenly shivered. It was getting dark, and he was heading to the crematorium.

Why don't you go at midnight? That would be more fitting!

While thinking this to himself, the driver said aloud, "Okay!"

I glanced at the young man who had just gotten into the car in the rearview mirror, and guess what!

This is the very same white-clad boy I pulled over from Zhongzhou Airport this afternoon!

That strange boy with a white cloth bag slung over his shoulder, a string of wind chimes tied to it that jingled, and who predicted that it would take him two hours and twenty minutes to get from the airport to Yundu Road, but it turned out to be exactly the same time!

The driver doesn't even dare to think about the fact that the boy shortchanged him by more than a hundred yuan in fare.

Seeing that the boy hadn't fastened his seatbelt, he said meaningfully, "Hey, look how many taxis there are right now!"

Click!

Yang Ning buckled his seatbelt and said, "Sir, shall we go? Hey, why do you look so familiar?"

"I don't recognize you! I... I have an average face!"

The driver put on a mask and sunglasses, checked himself to make sure no skin was exposed, then turned the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

As soon as the car started moving, the driver kept glancing at the rearview mirror, wondering how long the trip would take.

After glancing at it for the third time, Yang Ning casually remarked, "This trip will probably take thirty-five minutes."

Thirty-five minutes?!

The crematorium in Zhongzhou is in the suburbs, but I'm currently in the city center, during rush hour. Thirty-five minutes to get there?!

It's a miracle if it gets there in an hour!

The driver had serious doubts, but he dared not voice them.

At this moment, the driver did not notice at all that although there were many cars on the road, the traffic situation was surprisingly good and there was no congestion at all.

More than half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of Zhongzhou Crematorium.

The driver glanced at the meter; it read thirty-four minutes.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and awkwardly laughed at Yang Ning in the back seat, "You...you were really right! Only a minute off!"

Yang Ning yawned and said, "Um, how much?"

The driver glanced at his meter; the fare was sixty-five. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Ning handed him a fifty-yuan note and casually said, "Keep the change."

After hesitating for a moment, the driver once again accepted Yang Ning's money with tears in his eyes, forcing a smile, "Take care!"

"Yes, please drive slowly too."

Drive slower?

Hearing Yang Ning say that, the driver almost wanted to curse. Today had been incredibly busy!

Can you believe it? Not a single empty car passed by all afternoon!

The income from driving a car in half a day is equivalent to that of two or three days normally!

This is absolutely unbelievable!

After Yang Ning got out of the car, the driver went to reset the meter. He then discovered that the original thirty-four minutes had become thirty-five minutes!

"Glug—"

The driver silently swallowed, then quickly turned the steering wheel and drove away!

......

The square outside the crematorium was filled with the sounds of weeping.

Some people were wailing, some were gathered in twos and threes, burning paper money while crying, and there were also newlyweds who had just been delivered for cremation.

Yang Ning found a corner and sat down cross-legged. He took out a paper-cut-like object from his bag, unfolded it, folded it into the shape of a lantern, and placed it in front of him. He reached out and brushed his hand over it, and a bright red flame immediately lit up inside the paper lantern.

The area in front of the crematorium under the cover of night was already eerie, and in this corner, illuminated by the dim firelight, Yang Ning's refined and handsome face appeared slightly gloomy.

His eyes, which seemed to see through the boundaries of life and death, swept over one crystal coffin after another being carried into the crematorium, muttering to himself, "This one is too cold, not good enough."

"Sir, you've been waiting a whole month for cremation? The body must stink by now!"

"Oh dear, so young, how pitiful..."

"Girl, why are you doing this? Forget it, if you don't even value your own life, there's nothing I can do to save you."

"Young man, I think you brought this on yourself. You deserved to have your thing cut off and die!"

"Hmm, brother, you're quite the character. Good medicine with good wine, the more you drink, the better!"

"Damn it! Your death is certainly bizarre. There really are people who suffocate to death alive?! Even my hundred or so men in red didn't die as strangely as you!"

"Hey buddy, you're really something—oops, ouch!"

"Damn it, who's cursing me?!"

Yang Ning turned his head and looked around, then suddenly his eyes lit up as he stared at an ice coffin that had just been delivered!

"Hmm, this one's a bit special. Soon after she dies, her son will die because no one will take care of him. So saving her creates two lives of good karma, which I can then use to kill two more—oops! Create two more lives of bad karma. A win-win situation, very satisfying!"

Several people and a little boy were following the ice coffin, but the people kept their distance from the little boy, and no one even noticed when the little boy left their group.

The little boy was drawn to the paper lantern with flickering flames in front of Yang Ning. He walked over, pointed inside the crematorium, and asked Yang Ning, "Brother, did you also have family members sent in there?"

Yang Ning: "..."

Seeing that Yang Ning didn't speak, the little boy held out his fist to him and comforted him, "Brother, don't be afraid. My mother was also lying on the ice bed and was sent in."

"The village committee told me they would be back in a few days."

Yang Ning smiled slightly and bumped fists with the little boy. The little boy flipped his hand, opened his fist, and there were two chocolates inside.

"I love this kind of candy the most. My mom used to only buy it for me occasionally. Today, the people from the village committee gave me a lot. I've already eaten several. These two are for you."

Yang Ning took the candy from the little boy, ruffled his hair, and asked, "Do you want your mother to come out from inside?"

The little boy turned to look at the crematorium, then slowly nodded. "Yes, even though Mom won't buy me this kind of candy, I really don't want her to leave me, not even for just a few days..."

At this moment, the people who had come with the little boy realized that the boy was missing and began to call out and search for him.

Yang Ning nodded and said to him, "Yes, those people are looking for you. Go back now, and be a good child who listens to your mother and studies hard!"

The boy stared at Yang Ning for two seconds, then nodded vigorously and said, "Yes! Goodbye, brother!"

"goodbye."

After the boy left, Yang Ning put the two chocolates in his mouth and chewed them. Then, he took out five thick white candles from his white cloth bag, which he didn't know how much it contained, and placed them around the paper lantern, lighting them one by one.

Then, with a sharp knife, cut your left index finger, wait for blood to seep from the tip, and then flick it gently. Whoosh!

Blood splattered onto the paper lantern, and six tall fire snakes suddenly shot up from the paper lantern and the five candles around it!

But as Yang Ning pressed down with his hand, the six raging fire snakes instantly stabilized and returned to six flickering flames.

Just moments before, as the six flames flickered and rose, a figure seemed to be whispering as it drifted past above the lantern.

......

A moment later, in the service hall of the crematorium.

Xu Liang watched as his mother, lying on the "ice bed," was lifted out of the crystal coffin, placed on an automated conveyor belt, and then covered with flowers, gold ingots, and other such items.

Although the adults in the village committee told her that her mother would be back in a few days, five-year-old Xu Liang already understood a lot of things.

He probably knew that once he left, his mother would never come back.

The thought that no one would cook for me anymore, no one would watch me grow up, no one would buy me candy... oh, the people at the village committee seem to buy me candy, but...

Xu Liang always felt that those people were not as reliable as his mother.

As he watched his cold mother lying on the conveyor belt, slowly moving away from him, Xu Liang suddenly realized: he no longer had a mother!

How can I grow up without my mother?

Even if I grow up, no matter how good a school I get into, how great my achievements are, or how much money I make, I still...

The closest person who could share my joy is no longer here!

Suddenly, Xu Liang's small figure unleashed astonishing explosive power. He leaped onto the conveyor belt leading to the crematorium and rushed forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Mom—!"

"Mother!"

"Mom, come back!!"

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