Healing Doctor

Chapter 710 Shaking of Morals

"Brother Lang, I'm a little cold."

Ji Xiang watched from afar as Wang Quan pushed Old Wang out, feeling the wind on the rooftop growing stronger, faster, and colder.

"Don't hit me with a brick later, or I'll give you my clothes. They're windproof and very warm."

"Then wear something thicker, so that when I pat you, your pain will be less," Ji Xiang said indifferently.

"cut."

Ji Xiang watched from afar as Wang Quan pushed a wheelchair, holding an umbrella. Old Wang sat in the wheelchair, wearing a red Tang suit, just like... it was Chinese New Year.

The more I look at it, the colder I feel.

After exchanging a few nonsensical words with Shen Lang, Ji Xiang felt a little warmer, but his hands and feet were still ice-cold.

Damn it, Old Wang is really alive!

Shen Lang held the binoculars, watching the whole way. Wang Quan kept greeting people leaving get off work, but when the old neighbors saw what Old Wang looked like, they all kept their distance and didn't dare to get close.

They wouldn't even say a word; at most, they'd wave and run home as if fleeing.

It seems everyone knows the legend is true: Old Wang is still alive, but at the cost of draining people's lifespan.

They didn't want to be taken advantage of by Old Wang.

The sky was dark, the dim light before nightfall, the most hazy time.

Wang Quan pushed the wheelchair, holding an umbrella in his hand. Under the umbrella was Old Wang, who was looking down as if taking a nap.

Old Wang was dressed in red, and he looked sinister no matter how you looked at him.

"Xiao Ji, take a look." Shen Lang observed for two minutes before handing the binoculars to Ji Xiang.

He took out his phone.

"Congwen, Old Wang is still alive! He's fucking alive!" Shen Lang called Zhou Congwen. "Wearing all red and carrying a big umbrella, do you know what kind of ceremony this is?"

"Don't swear, I saw it with my own eyes."

"You think it's true that Old Wang can absorb people's lifespan? I believe you now."

"No, no, no, ask about Old Wang's two grandsons. Are they dead?"

"Stop joking, I'm serious. Wang Quan's face is deathly pale; he doesn't look alive at all. In my opinion, he's practically dead!"

Ji Xiang looked at Old Wang and Wang Quan, who were "strolling" downstairs, through binoculars. Because of the poor visibility and the fact that Old Wang kept his head down, he couldn't see his expression, but he could see that his exposed skin was a little damp.

It's still sweating, so it must be alive.

Unlike Old Wang, Wang Quan, a young man around thirty years old, was pale and shivering, his spirits and energy were at their lowest point.

But he himself seemed oblivious, and even grinned as he greeted the neighbors around him.

Ji Xiang became increasingly convinced of what Shen Lang had said when he first arrived—Old Wang really could drain people's lifespan!

He didn't even have much family affection; he started using drugs on the people around him first.

The bizarre and unbelievable scene influenced Ji Xiang's judgment. He went from disbelieving at the beginning to "passively" believing it now, without even realizing it himself.

"Xiao Ji, keep an eye on me, I..."

Ji Xiang reached out and picked up the brick.

"Don't take it so seriously, I'm going downstairs to have a word with Old Wang."

The brick flew up and landed in Ji Xiang's hand.

"Ji Xiang, I'm warning you, hitting someone is illegal. Don't think I won't sue you just because we're on good terms. If I do, you'll lose your job," Shen Lang threatened.

"The director said he'd take care of it for me." Ji Xiang smiled and looked at Shen Lang, saying, "I don't believe you can sue me after I hit you with a brick. Even if you do, I don't believe the director can't handle it. I've been wanting to get my hands on you for a while now. Go ahead and do it; I'm itching for a fight."

"Go scratch the wall if your hands are itchy," Shen Lang said sullenly.

He knew Ji Xiang was serious, so he gave up the idea of ​​going down to see what was going on.

Shen Lang glared fiercely at Ji Xiang, then snatched the binoculars to observe carefully.

After about ten minutes, Wang Quan pushed Old Wang around the neighborhood in his wheelchair, then pushed it back home.

It was getting dark, and the wind on the rooftop was getting stronger.

Shen Lang slowly put away his binoculars, lost in thought.

The phone rang, and the sound seemed to have a sharp edge, making Ji Xiang shudder.

"You coward, just like Zhou Congwen." Shen Lang noticed Ji Xiang shiver and said disdainfully, while also taking the opportunity to criticize Zhou Congwen.

"From the perspective of literature."

After answering the phone, Shen Lang's expression changed, becoming warm and cheerful.

"Of course not, I'm just about to go back."

"What! Say that again!"

"Holy crap! Got it, I'm going back right now, this is way too weird!"

"Yes, yes, I don't think Wang Quan will live much longer! Why don't we ask the boss and see if the government will take any action on this?"

"Damn it, if I had known it would be like this, I would have insisted on going down to check it out."

Shen Lang hung up the phone; his comment about going down to check was just a casual remark. After hanging up, he noticeably sped up his packing, seemingly in a panic.

"Brother Lang, what's going on?" Ji Xiang asked.

"Old Wang's eldest grandson, Wang Liang, has been missing for a long time, and nobody knows where he went," Shen Lang said.

"No one reported it?" Ji Xiang was taken aback.

"He's been living off Old Wang's retirement pension," Shen Lang said. "If I hadn't been curious and asked Congwen, probably no one would know he's missing. He must have been drained dry by Old Wang! He must have!! Otherwise, how could he still be alive!"

Shen Lang sounded flustered. After packing up the binoculars, he handed the box to Ji Xiang.

But Ji Xiang took half a step back and didn't reach out.

"I'm not a monster," Shen Lang said.

"Brother Lang, are you expecting me to grab the binoculars, throw down a brick, and then suddenly run off to knock on Old Wang's door?" Ji Xiang said seriously. "Don't even think about it, it's useless. I have to complete the task the director assigned me."

"!!!"

"You're holding the binoculars, and I'm watching you. If you dare to run, I'll smash a brick into the back of your head."

"!!!"

"These things are too strange, let's not touch them. I think the director is right," Ji Xiang said sincerely.

"Xiao Ji, you don't actually believe that Old Wang can suck people's lifespan, do you?" Shen Lang said, both amused and exasperated.

"I didn't believe it at first, but now I'm halfway to believe it."

"Have you ever worn a red scarf?"

"Saying this is useless. Go back and see the director. My mission is complete. No one will care if you come knocking on the door in the middle of the night."

"Damn it!"

Shen Lang glared at Ji Xiang with great anger.

Ji Xiang didn't care.

He thought that this world of empathy seemed different from every other one. It wasn't just that the system NPCs had given him a backdoor to learn cardiac surgery and interventional cardiology; it seemed that something different had been arranged by the system NPCs.

Could it be that those supernatural and bizarre things really exist?

Ji Xiang's values ​​were also shaken.

(End of this chapter)