Healing Doctor

Chapter 718 Righteous Spirit

"Director Bai, do you believe such a thing?"

"I have some belief in it, very little, not much," Director Bai said frankly. "But this time, I don't think it's a problem that science can't explain."

"Then you..."

"I'm prepared to lie on the operating table myself after she leaves. I refuse to believe that anything can actually cause trouble. If it does, I'll accept it."

"Anesthesia?"

"Not for now. Let's try this first, besides anesthesia, as a form of local anesthesia. If that doesn't work... we'll figure something out. I refuse to believe that something science can't explain requires anesthesia."

"Aren't you afraid?" Ji Xiang recalled the shadowy figure beside the old director, the woman wearing red embroidered shoes.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Director Bai said. "If we can confirm the existence of souls, we should be happy. At least, we still have consciousness after we die, or exist in other forms."

Ji Xiang greatly admired Director Bai.

According to him, after the fox-faced woman left, Director Bai planned to lie down on the operating table himself to experience the near-death experience of those patients.

This behavior may not be considered a display of great wisdom and courage, but it certainly deserves the title of courage.

"ox!"

Director Bai took a drag of his cigarette, having recovered his composure. He smiled and asked, "Xiao Ji, have you ever witnessed any paranormal events at the hospital?"

"No, I only heard about it. When I was doing my internship, my teacher told me that there was a patient who could suck people's life force. Later, I found out that it was just that shady business of swindling retirement pensions."

"Hahaha." Director Bai understood immediately; these little tricks were nothing to him.

"I studied at Ruijin Hospital in Shanghai many years ago, and there was still a morgue back then." Director Bai started gossiping, "One day I did a 28-hour microsurgery and left in a daze after changing clothes."

"I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor, but no matter how many times I pressed it, the light wouldn't turn on. I looked closely and the light for B1 was on. I don't know if I pressed the wrong button or if there was some other reason."

"B1 is the morgue," Director Bai explained again.

"What did you see?" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

"I couldn't see anything. I pressed the button for the first floor repeatedly, but it wouldn't light up. Then, a thought suddenly struck me, and I blurted out, 'Hello, I'm a neurosurgeon. I just finished surgery and am off work. Could you please let me down to the first floor?'"

"!!!"

Ji Xiang put himself in the shoes and suddenly felt even more horrified than when he saw the red embroidered shoes while empathizing with the situation.

"Then I pressed the elevator button, the light on the first floor came on, and after I got off, I bowed, waved and said thank you."

"You..."

"This wasn't the first or second time something like this happened. I met a pretty nurse at another hospital in Shanghai."

Ji Xiang's ears perked up and twitched.

Director Bai chuckled. "Never mind that, she's had a similar experience. She was planning to go to the Bund for New Year's Eve, but she got scared because she took the wrong elevator and encountered something strange, so she went straight home. She only found out the next day that there had been a stampede on the Bund."

"!!!"

Director Bai seemed to have calmed down by now. Since he was waiting anyway, he said, "Dazhi, your director also encountered a strange thing when he first came to the hospital."

"Back then we were young and resilient. Dazhi was just like you, always willing to help out in the emergency room whenever he had free time."

One day, after working all night, he told his teacher he was going to sleep for an hour. He went to the back storeroom, set up a bed, lay down, and fell asleep.

"Outside the warehouse was a grassy area with lots of mosquitoes, so the windows were always closed. When Dazhi was half asleep, he felt someone outside. He opened his eyes and saw a dark shadow on the window."

"We were young back then," Director Bai sighed once again.

Having experienced the world of the elderly before, Ji Xiang, being young, understood what Director Bai meant.

"Dazhi wasn't scared at all. He opened the window and chased after the figure. He thought the shadowy figure was either a thief trying to steal from the warehouse, or someone who had come to the hospital to get morphine. He was just hot-blooded and trying to protect public property."

"Hahaha." Ji Xiang laughed when he heard Director Bai mention public property. These days, almost no one mentions it anymore.

"Dazhi chased after him all the way, taking a huge detour, and finally entered through the side door where the emergency room ambulance was parked. Later, Dazhi told me that he was thinking, 'This time, this kid has nowhere to run!'"

"There's a large door at the back, which is usually open and leads directly to the emergency room. It's different from the current layout," Director Bai said. "But that day, Dazhi saw the emergency room door was tightly closed."

Ji Xiang shivered.

Although he was brave, after experiencing the world of people with mental illnesses, Ji Xiang found himself to be timid and filled with fear of many things.

Now, putting himself in Director Liu's shoes, Ji Xiang felt he simply couldn't open that door.

Who the hell knows what's behind the door?

I never imagined that Director Liu was so fierce when he was young!

"Dazhi said that after pushing open the door, he saw a large number of people standing inside, men and women, in a chaotic mess. Some people were clutching their chests, and some had blood on their lips. He recognized one of them; he was a car accident victim who was brought in with only a breath left."

"The patient had a fractured femoral shaft, was sitting on the ground, had one eyeball missing, and was staring at Dazhi with an empty eye socket."

"Director Bai, does it have to be this terrifying?" Ji Xiang said with a helpless wry smile.

"That's what Dazhi told me, I'm just repeating it," Director Bai said. "He was startled, shouted, and was woken up. For some reason, when Dazhi woke up, he was indeed standing in the emergency room, only the patients who had already died were gone."

"Sleepwalking? It must be sleepwalking," Ji Xiang asked.

"Dazhi doesn't have a sleepwalking problem. We lived in the dormitory at the time, and I knew that," Director Bai said. "After that, Dazhi told me about it vividly, and I became skeptical about things that science can't explain."

"Phew~" Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that everyone is alright."

"Generally speaking, even if there are spirits in the hospital, they still show a certain degree of respect to doctors. So!"

Director Bai emphasized his words at this point.

Ji Xiang's ears twitched.

"I have a deep respect for the medical profession," Director Bai said. "It's not that I respect what people say—what does that matter! I'm afraid that if those things really happen, and I ever encounter them, I can slap my chest and say I have a clear conscience!"

Just as Director Bai said he had a clear conscience, Ji Xiang sensed a strong sense of righteousness emanating from him.

Even his own body warmed up, and the fear he had just felt was instantly dispelled.

This is quite interesting to think about. Ji Xiang recalled Shen Lang telling him that wearing white clothes could ward off evil spirits.

Perhaps Director Bai is right.

(End of this chapter)