Having devoted myself to guiding souls, I was surrounded by them after my death.

In the corridor, several nurses were chatting.

They were gathered together, but no one saw a bright red figure flash past them.

"Computer...computer..."

Su Yining sped through the scattered crowd. The situation was urgent, and she ran wildly, passing right through people she encountered.

She turned the corner and a passerby walked towards her, but her body seemed to pass right through him as if it didn't exist.

"Hiss! It's so cold... How low is the air conditioning in the hospital?" A passerby shivered and looked around in confusion, but there was nothing in sight.

"Are there any examination rooms where the doctor isn't available...?"

Su Yining muttered to herself, peeking into each consultation room she passed.

Finally, after running through both floors of the outpatient building, she found an empty consultation room with no patients and the doctor had just left.

"Great!"

Su Yining rushed inside, went straight to the computer, and tapped her finger on the screen.

The next second, the ghost's "bioelectricity" began to work; although the computer screen was off, the contents inside flashed rapidly in her mind.

"Where...where?"

The medical and nursing systems in these hospitals are all independent. Each time a patient sees a doctor or is hospitalized, a record is made based on their ID card so that doctors can check their history during follow-up visits.

Her task was to find information on a patient—Zhang Yan's husband.

"Hospital records: pancreatitis, male..."

Su Yining frowned deeply, her mind rapidly searching through the computer.

It felt like entering a library that was only open to her, and she had to quickly flip through the books one by one to find the right answer.

"Oh! I found it!"

Su Yining suddenly opened her eyes, and the printer next to her immediately started working, printing out a black and white portrait.

That was Zhang Yan's husband's ID photo, which she printed out based on his ID card information after finding him through the hospital system.

For an ordinary person, this would be very difficult to do.

Fortunately, she was already dead; she was a ghost.

"Hehe."

Su Yining grabbed her ID photo and rushed out of the consultation room. Just then, the doctor opened the door, and she walked right through without looking back.

"Hmm? Is the hospital air conditioning set this low today?" the doctor muttered.

"Junior, you must wait for me."

Su Yining's long hair flew as she rushed straight to the fourth floor of the inpatient department.

……

Meanwhile, on the 4th floor of the inpatient department.

"boom--!"

Dust rose from not far away, and the entire building trembled.

The hospital was already dilapidated; the ceiling trembled, and dust fell like snow.

"Shouldn't the elite man and Wenjie fight? As long as Wenjie can be held back, the evil spirit will be easier to deal with."

Chen Shi arrived at the door of ward 404, holding a lighter in his hand.

He pushed open the door. The ward was quiet and cold. White light was wrapped behind the curtain, casting a shadow on the white curtain.

It's Zhang Yan.

"Ugh..." She continued to let out a dying moan, her left hand still holding the pen, writing laboriously into the air.

Chen Shi stood in front of the hospital bed, facing Zhang Yan through a curtain.

The reason for keeping the head nurse around was to give Zhang Yan the illusion that "the clues are still there and can still be hidden." In this way, Zhang Yan would not enter a state of attack using bandages.

This is commonly known as the second stage.

Suddenly, a pair of pale hands reached out from the darkness and clapped rapidly beside their ears:

"Clap!"

Chen Shi wasn't flustered at all, because this was all expected—once he entered the room, the withered hand would clap, and three claps would mean certain death.

Therefore, in order to have enough space for the spirit to be transferred, he had to lure Zhang Yan out of this ward, room 404.

As for the method...

The spirit arises from obsession.

"Come on, if your obsession is really that deep, if your way of dying is really the same as what I want."

"Clap clap." The second clapping sound rang out, this time from above.

Chen Shi raised his hand, facing the white curtain, and clapped his hands forcefully:

"Clap!"

He clapped his hands before the third round of applause.

He clapped his hands at Zhang Yan.

The figure on the white curtain froze the next second.

The wailing ceased, and the left hand holding the pen came to a complete stop, as if the person struggling on the brink of life and death had finally met their end.

And the applause stopped.

Chen Shi pulled on the curtain and yanked it hard:

"Whoosh—!"

The next second, a tanned face covered in bandages was right in front of him!

Zhang Yan wasn't lying down at all; she was standing straight behind the curtain!

Chen Shi's heart skipped a beat, then he smiled.

You guessed right.

The notes reveal that Zhang Yan had an unimaginable obsession with clapping.

In that case, the evil spirit should also react to it.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan raised her left hand, and her withered arm, wrapped in bandages, burst forth with incredible speed, thrusting straight toward her face!

"!"

Chen Shi reacted quickly, relying on his intuition and his body almost instinctively dodging, spinning around and brushing against the wall to avoid it.

Zhang Yan's swing missed its mark. The wall where her withered hand touched began to crumble rapidly, part of it turning into charred bark and peeling off, while the rest remained as water stains.

"Thank goodness, removing the spirit also enhanced my inspiration."

As expected of a malevolent spirit, it was aggressive even in its first phase. Luckily, I dodged quickly, otherwise he would probably be facing the death torture of the ghost senior in front of room 402 by now.

As Chen Shi dodged, he retreated to the doorway and clapped his hands again:

"Clap!"

The next second, Zhang Yan appeared in front of him, her bloodshot eyes staring straight at him through the gaps in the bandages.

As Chen Shi clapped his hands and backed away, he led Zhang Yan toward the corridor.

As long as he doesn't have to worry about those withered hands, he can focus on dealing with Zhang Yan.

Just when he thought everything was going smoothly, Zhang Yan suddenly raised her hand and gently patted him with her bandaged, anxious hand:

"Clap clap..."

In an instant, a powerful pressure descended from above, causing Chen Shi to stagger a few steps, veins bulging on his forehead.

Zhang Yan also claps!

Moreover, its oppressive aura is even stronger than the withered hand in room 404.

Zhang Yan's lips parted in agony, letting out a mournful cry: "Ugh—"

Immediately afterwards, she raised her arm again, ready to clap...

"No, we can't let her clap anymore."

Seeing this, Chen Shi immediately took out a rope, threw it at Zhang Yan's left hand, and the rope loop accurately caught her arm.

Instantly, the rope emitted a dark red glow, and Zhang Yan's arm began to burn!

"Well--!!"

Zhang Yan let out a wail, and several bandages immediately fell off.

Soon, the bandages slowly rose up, wriggling and rushing forward like snakes.

Chen Shi remained calm and pulled hard on the rope with both hands!

The rope tightened instantly, the flames scorching Zhang Yan's arm, causing her body to freeze for a moment, along with the bandages.

"Sizzle—!"

However, for the evil spirit itself, this level of suppression is only temporary.

Zhang Yan cried out in pain for a moment, then began trying to pull the rope in the opposite direction. At the same time, many more bandages fell off her body, each one slithering like a snake, crawling across the ground and climbing up the wall…

She was very strong, and Chen Shi reacted quickly, immediately loosening the rope and pulling her back.

Three claps will surely lead to death; the only thing to do is to stop Zhang Yan from clapping.

As for those bandages, it was to be expected that Zhang Yan would be like that as soon as she was exposed.

The most important thing is that we've now lured her out of room 404.

Suddenly...

"Boom! Boom!"

Two loud thuds were heard as the emergency exit was kicked open, and Su Yining rushed in, holding a photo of Zhang Yan's husband's identification card, shouting:

"Junior! We found it!"

Chapter 36 Heartbreaking Tears

Hospital cage, corridor number 1

"boom!"

Zhang Chengkang threw a punch, which slammed heavily against the wall, kicking up dust.

Wenjie rolled backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

She had no obvious wounds, but she looked disheveled and dirty, clearly indicating that she wouldn't gain much advantage in a direct confrontation with Zhang Chengkang.

Just then, Zhang Chengkang suddenly paused.

"Sizzle—" A stream of blood suddenly splattered from his lower abdomen.

A knife wound appeared on his abdomen at some point, but fortunately, his opponent was in a hurry and the wound was not deep.

"You slashed him while dodging? That was fast." Zhang Chengkang was taken aback.

Moreover, his body was covered in knife wounds, but the cuts were all shallow—he was careful to ignore the minor wounds and focus on protecting his vital organs.

"Tsk." Wenjie clicked her tongue impatiently, her short, straight hair becoming particularly messy from the struggle.

Just then...

"Tap...tap..."

Light footsteps sounded, as if someone was walking on tiptoe.

As Zhang Chengkang turned around, he saw the headless head nurse emerge from the shadows, her two arms hanging down like braids, her fingernails long and black.