Healing Doctor

Chapter 229 Thrilling Package (Bonus Chapter x4 by Alliance Leader sueyee12)

After rambling on for a few moments, Dr. Meng from the emergency department visibly calmed down.

Ji Xiang asked, "Teacher, I've heard from others that the patient clearly has mental symptoms. Why didn't you recommend she go to a mental hospital?"

This question was just mentioned, but Ji Xiang didn't agree with Dr. Meng's words, so he asked it again.

Dr. Meng shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

He seemed to have a story to tell. Ji Xiang thought for a moment, then held his breath and went to the system's operating room.

"Teacher." Ji Xiang greeted the system NPC first, and then told him everything he had seen and the questions in his heart.

"What the doctor said is correct," the system NPC said calmly. "Many diseases manifest as mental symptoms, but treating only the symptoms will only make the real condition worse."

"Really? But I think the patient really does have a mental illness." Ji Xiang was somewhat confused.

"Shall we give it a try?" the system NPC asked.

"Can you empathize?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

Although he could have imagined it with his toenails, the thought of a little girl sitting on his shoulders, with cold air blowing on her from time to time...

That's a bit too much.

Moreover, Ji Xiang felt that both he and the system NPCs were materialists and would never believe in supernatural or bizarre things.

I never expected there would be such a terrifying package in the system.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Ji Xiang nodded, "Okay, teacher, I'd like to try."

"Many unusual sensations are just manifestations of illness; you must be firm in this belief." The system NPC advised Ji Xiang as he led him to the next operating room.

"Teacher, will it be scary?" Ji Xiang felt like he was about to play a strange haunted house game.

"Terrifying? Not understanding the illness and sending the patient to a mental hospital is the real terror in life!" said the system NPC.

"..."

Ji Xiang remained silent.

It was annoying when the system NPCs were giving motivational speeches, but they were much cuter than they are now. Ji Xiang would rather listen to them give motivational speeches.

With flickering light and shadow, Ji Xiang opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a room, surrounded by the strong smell of cheap spices.

Across from me sat an elderly man in his seventies, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, intently observing me.

"Master, please think of a solution, I beg you," a middle-aged woman pleaded.

Ji Xiang quickly recalled that "he" was a 20-year-old male who had been feeling unwell recently and had been to many hospitals, all of which diagnosed him with "hysteria," which is a mental illness.

His family believed he was possessed by evil spirits, and after seeking medical help without success, they took him to the home of a master in the vicinity.

"This is not good," the old man with a sage-like demeanor said in a low voice. "Have you been to any places with heavy yin energy recently?"

Yin energy?

What is that?

"Have you gone yet?" the middle-aged woman asked hurriedly.

"No..." Ji Xiang said vaguely, only now realizing that this time he was in observer mode.

"Does the morgue count?" "Myself" asked an extremely foolish question.

Ji Xiang immediately recalled that "he" was a medical student, and that he and several other boys had gone to the morgue to carry out the cadavers during an anatomy class some time ago.

Although it's called a morgue, the morgue where medical school doctors preserve their bodies is different from the traditional one.

The cadavers, lying haphazardly in a bathtub filled with formaldehyde, didn't actually give off a sinister vibe.

Because once you go inside, you can't open your eyes, so there's no time to be afraid.

In addition, the boys were chatting and laughing, so "I" didn't notice the problem at the time.

The cadaver was very heavy; four strong male students carried it on a stretcher. "I" felt that the cadaver weighed at least 300 pounds.

I don't know why the cadaver was so heavy.

"Sigh, this is not easy." The old man with a sage-like demeanor sighed, squinting at "himself." His gaze was piercingly bright, making Ji Xiang feel uneasy.

After a long silence, the venerable old man finally spoke, "Normally, a young man of this age should have abundant yang energy, making him immune to ordinary evil spirits. But the more virtuous a young man is, the stronger the evil spirits that possess him will be. I can't guarantee anything, but I'll do my best."

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

The middle-aged woman should be "one's" mother. Ji Xiang saw her take a thick envelope and hand it to the master with both hands.

A young man beside the venerable old man took the envelope and weighed it in his hand.

"I can only say I'll give it a try. I'm getting old, so I can't guarantee anything."

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

A peach wood sword appeared in his hand.

The old man, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, stood up, muttering incantations as he brandished his peach wood sword.

Unlike martial arts postures, his movements resembled dancing, with gentle motions, and some segments even showcased his supple waist flexibility.

For his age, this is already a very difficult move.

Soon, the old man, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, brought his left middle and index fingers together and shouted, "Hey!"

The sound was urgent and loud, like a thunderclap. At the same time, the peach wood sword "whooshed" past Ji Xiang's ear, accompanied by a faint sound of wind and thunder, startling Ji Xiang.

"Pfft~"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ji Xiang was startled. Although he was in observer mode, he was still frightened.

There were faint bloodstains on the peach wood sword, but more blood appeared on the body of the old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

His traditional Chinese-style short jacket had been scratched with five bloodstains at some point.

Adding to the eeriness was the old man vomiting blood on the spot, creating a chilling and sinister atmosphere.

Ji Xiang looked in the direction where the old man's peach wood sword had just stabbed, but found nothing.

Although Ji Xiang was a thorough materialist who did not believe in ghosts and gods, he could not help but have doubts after witnessing the miserable state of the seemingly venerable old man.

Ke Jixiang still felt that this master was a fake, and everything he had just witnessed seemed to be something he had seen in a book before.

"Master!" exclaimed "myself's" mother.

"It's alright." The old man, with a sage-like demeanor, covered his mouth, coughed a few times, and then took out a pill from his robes and swallowed it.

After a few minutes, he sighed deeply.

"I have temporarily injured the evil spirit, but it is highly skilled and I cannot completely subdue it. I can only suppress it for now."

"Ah!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed in panic, "What should we do!"

"Let me rest for a few days," the old man with a sage-like demeanor said. "If it really doesn't work, you can come back in a while, and I'll use my sect's talismans to subdue the demon."

The mother kept expressing her gratitude, and looked like she was about to kneel down.

After leaving, Ji Xiang carefully recalled the situation. The old man's every move was flawless. Even if Ji Xiang tried to find fault with him, he couldn't find any problems.

eccentric!

The scratches on the master's body, the bloodstains on the peach wood sword, the blood spitting out... all these silently testify to the brutality of "that battle".

But Ji Xiang insisted that the master was deceiving people.

(End of this chapter)