Healing Doctor

Chapter 278 Does that thing really exist?

The patient was in a coma, with only occasional gurgling sounds coming from his throat, as if his consciousness was struggling against an unknown entity in a confined space.

But his struggle was meaningless; the deformed broken bones protruded, a tragic sight tinged with a touch of the bizarre.

Director Liu was trembling the whole time, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

He had never seen such a bizarre scene before, as if he were in a dream.

If the previous symptoms could be explained by medicine to some extent, then the fact that the patient's arm was just broken right in front of him is something that Director Liu would definitely disagree with if it wasn't a ghost.

"Master Dong!"

"Strange, I don't sense anything unusual, there's no evil spirit," the ruddy-faced old man said in a deep voice.

His voice was strong yet full of doubt.

Ji Xiang thought that the ruddy-faced old man's arrival was like the time he had experienced the same thing, which could not solve the problem but could make up a reason and deny everything.

It's even possible that the opponent is too strong and you can't handle them.

But the elderly man, whose face was glowing with health, "honestly" said that he did not sense anything unusual!

The patient's left forearm radius and ulna were inexplicably "broken," and he actually said there was nothing wrong with it?! Is he really sure his vision is fine?

Is this really that unprofessional?

Ji Xiang was also in a state of confusion, completely unable to understand why he was witnessing this scene.

Of course, if you want to explain it using the concept of ghosts and spirits, then it's very simple.

twisted limbs

Struggling

The broken arm

The continuous gushing of blood

Everything proves one thing—the least likely possibility.

"Thump~"

The middle-aged man knelt down.

"Master Dong, please save my son."

"Mr. Lu, get up, get up." The ruddy-faced old man helped the middle-aged man up and sighed softly. "I have some knowledge of the magic in Southeast Asia. They originated from China, but they have gone too far in terms of being bizarre and strange, deviating from the true path."

"Your son has no trace of magic on him."

"He went to bury the gold needles. Should we take them out?" the middle-aged man asked.

It seemed as if all the bones in his body had been removed, but he still managed to hold on and take charge of the situation.

The ruddy-faced old man shook his head slightly.

Ji Xiang was taken aback. He realized that he had forgotten to mention the gold needle implantation when he reported his medical history to the system NPC.

In Ji Xiang's opinion, embedding gold needles is nonsense and has no effect whatsoever... Of course, it's also uncertain whether the patient will be able to have an MRI in the future.

"The patient has a fracture, should we take an X-ray first?" Director Bai asked in a serious, low voice.

This is the only thing a doctor can do.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at his son, whose arm had just been broken by the female ghost, who had also drained his essence and marrow, using every possible means to do so.

However, she possessed profound Taoist skills, which even Master Dong could not discern.

What the hell is the point of making movies!

Director Liu, his face deathly pale, supported Ji Xiang's arm. "Xiao Ji, help me out to rest... to catch my breath. I can't go on."

Ji Xiang quickly helped Director Liu out and found a place to sit down. Director Liu was panting heavily. His bronchi had started spasming at some point, and each breath sounded like a bellows.

"Little Ji, do you think such a thing really exists in this world?"

Director Liu asked, his voice filled with fear.

"Director, I don't know," Ji Xiang replied truthfully.

The patient's condition, coupled with the fact that the system NPC, who was like a cheat code, didn't even give a diagnosis after I finished talking to him in the operating room, all pointed to one fact—that thing really exists.

"Director Liu, I was chased away after just one glance. Did the patient's left forearm suddenly fracture on its own?" Meng Qingfei asked.

When this matter was mentioned, Director Liu's face turned even paler.

"Yes, Teacher Meng." Ji Xiang took a deep breath and decided to face reality and tell the truth.

"Damn it!" Meng Qingfei cursed, then fell silent.

"Where's Xiao Wu?" Director Liu asked.

"After glancing at it... I went to the restroom," Meng Qingfei said.

He was so scared that he wet his pants. Director Liu suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

But the thought of the eerie bathroom in the emergency room made him hesitate.

"Xiao Ji, come with me to the restroom," Director Liu said to Ji Xiang, disregarding his own feelings.

Ji Xiang helped Director Liu up, but Director Liu slipped and almost fell to the ground.

After a few seconds, Director Liu regained some strength and, with Ji Xiang's help, walked to the bathroom, as if he were paralyzed from the waist down.

"Xiao Ji, don't laugh at me, I was really scared." Director Liu took a few steps, regained some of his strength, and said to Ji Xiang.

"Director, I'm scared too." Ji Xiang said with a wry smile.

"There are many urban legends in hospitals. In the oncology department, there is a chair that late-stage cancer patients with large amounts of pleural effusion often sit on. Most of them die while sitting there."

"Later, it was rumored that a nurse saw an elderly patient who had died sitting in a chair in the middle of the night."

"That's all nonsense. Later, the thoracic surgery department moved that chair to the doctors' on-call room, but I never saw any of the old patients come to chat with the thoracic surgeons."

"It's probably just a rumor," Ji Xiang said.

"None of these are worth mentioning. The most realistic story is that Old Xu from the nephrology department went to the ICU for a consultation. After the patient went to get tests done, he went downstairs for the consultation first. He saw a patient wearing a hospital gown, with his chest exposed, asking for directions to where the ICU was."

"Half an hour later, when Lao Xu went to the ICU, he saw the doctors and nurses performing post-mortem procedures on the patient, saying that the person had coughed up blood in the CT room and was gone."

"Old Xu took a look and it was the patient who had asked him for directions."

"..." Ji Xiang remained silent.

"However, Old Xu himself offered an explanation for this incident. But today..." Director Liu smiled bitterly, "I was genuinely terrified. You can't believe someone's arm was broken out of nowhere. Isn't that just absurd?"

Ji Xiang sighed and helped Director Liu into the restroom.

As Mr. Wu walked out, his face was as pale as Director Liu's.

The two looked at each other and remained silent.

"I think the patient must have provoked some unspeakable entity in Thailand, and it followed him all the way back." Director Liu shakily unbuckled his belt, but couldn't urinate for a long time.

"When you get old, you get a shock, and your prostate starts to malfunction."

"Look at the patient. I reckon his prostate has been malfunctioning for a while now. He's been given fluids, but he still hasn't urinated. I tapped his bladder, and there was a thud. At least 1500ml of urine."

"Director, why isn't a catheter inserted?"

"Just as he was about to urinate, the patient started to get congested and forgot about it." Director Liu stopped there and began to concentrate on urinating.

(End of this chapter)