"No! Don't hurt my children! Don't hurt my family! I will repay my own sins myself! Otherwise, I will not let him go even if I become a ghost!"

"Be a ghost? Director Yuan, if I say that even if you really become a ghost, you still have to continue to torture by him like this, do you believe it?"

Zhang Xiaoluo squatted down and whispered in Yuan Yincheng's ear.

Yuan Yincheng's whole body trembled violently, and there was endless fear and despair in his eyes. He held his head with both hands and made a roar of despair.

"I can help you with all my strength, but you must tell me in detail why Jiang Meng is so resentful to you!"

Zhang Xiaoluo helped Yuan Yincheng to the sofa and sat down, then stopped talking, and looked at Yuan Yincheng coldly.

"Jiang Meng? How do you know Jiang Meng? Okay! I will tell you, I will tell you everything!"

Yuan Yincheng trembled and looked up at Zhang Xiaoluo, like the last straw that the drowning man reached out to grab.

"I came out after the operation that day. Jiang Meng, who was lying on the stretcher truck at the entrance of the corridor, was almost unconscious due to heavy bleeding. Maybe I was the only doctor present. She held my hand and refused to let go. I knew that she wanted me to save her! But... the savings of my husband and I have all given my daughter a foreign study abroad, so where can I have the money to pay her such a large amount of money!"

Yuan Yincheng's eyes were dull, but a strange smile appeared on his face, telling the story softly.

"Director Zhi Fei was not there at that time, so I could only go upstairs to find Dean Zhao to apply for special approval!"

"But you didn't really go to find Zhao Ting, but watched her life pass by minute by minute in the corridor!"

"Yes! I didn't go to find Zhao Ting. I stood quietly in the corridor like a bystander, looking at her through the crack of the stairs! For a moment, she turned her head and looked at me, her eyes full of despair and resentment..."

Yuan Yincheng said as he closed his eyes, and a few turbid tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"Why don't you go to Zhao Ting? Doctors have the duty to save lives and heal the wounded! You would rather watch the two living lives pass away from your eyes? Are you really indifferent?"

"Why? Because I'm not convinced! I want to be promoted! I want to be the director! Even if I can have surgery, Jiang Meng can't survive! Not to mention whether Zhao Ting is willing to sign, even if Zhao Ting signs, Xiao Luo, you know, there is no preparation! I don't even know her blood type, let alone anesthesia or something! This is a surgery that will definitely be defeated! If I do this surgery, I will completely lose! Lose to my own students!"

"No! Teacher Yuan, you are wrong! I remember you told us in college class that doctors are angels who snatch life from the God of Death. Even if you know you fail, you must have the courage to snatch it, because we are the last line of life defense for patients! I have always regarded what you said as my own guide light!"

Zhi Fei appeared at the door at some point, and she said to Yuan Yincheng with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Xiaoluo left Yuan Yincheng's home, and he chose to remain silent about Yuan Yincheng's approach. Everyone lives in the world, and has ups and downs and hardships that others don't know. If you don't know what others have experienced, don't advise others to be more open-minded and generous, and you are not qualified to blame others.

Zhang Xiaoluo sat alone on the noisy street for the first time for the whole afternoon. Things have to be resolved, and the evil ghost can no longer be allowed to continue doing evil. Now, Shi Shengnan, who has a little connection with the Case Investigation Office, has come. If it really attracts people from the Case Investigation Office, it will be a big trouble.

Zhang Xiaoluo still has many things that he didn't understand. If Jiang Meng asked Yuan Yincheng for his life because of resentment, then who was the man who appeared at the door of the operating room of bed No. 18? What was the blood-colored ghost he and Wei Xun met in the morgue of the hospital?

Thinking of this, Zhang Daren vaguely felt that even if he broke through and entered the ranks of Yin-Yang Tianshi Masters, it might not be enough. Besides, there was the Yin-Yang Spirit King who pulled out the female ghost's mouth and the female ghost No. 18 who had been delayed by many things and could not be completely solved.

Zhang Xiaoluo had the idea of ​​urgently improving his cultivation for the first time. Zhang Daguanren is a practical man, so he did what he thought of. He immediately decided that tonight, the shop in Qingshi Lane should open for business.

Sitting again behind the mottled wooden table in Qingshi Lane and looking at the empty wall behind him, Zhang Xiaoluo felt like he was a different life. He knew that perhaps from the day he entered the obstetrics and gynecology department, he would no longer be the former young man who could be carefree as long as he studied burial and preached scriptures and other ancient books. He began to have colleagues, friends, and a little concern. For himself and for these fragile and tenacious people, he had to make himself stronger as soon as possible.

Official Zhang's business was not good tonight. Until three o'clock in the middle of the night, the black painted wooden door in the Blue Stone Alley was closed, and no wild ghost came to the door to make a wish.

"Have you been promoted to Yin-Yang Tianshi and exhausted your good luck?"

Zhang Xiaoluo muttered, stood up, moved out from behind the wooden table, stepped out, and stood on the cold stone slab in Qingshi Lane.

There was no figure of people or insects in the entire Bluestone Alley. Under the pale moonlight, Bluestone Alley was like a dead snake with a white belly.

After glanced at the darkness at both ends of the Qingshi Lane, Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help but wonder. The world is peaceful? The cycle of ghosts is reincarnated? No! Then why is it so deserted tonight that you can't even see a ghost hair!

Zhang Daguan Ren has not yet been so elegant to seek ghosts and make wishes. Forcing to buy and sell for forced sales has never been his style.

"The time has come, I will close my door to thank the guests tonight!"

Zhang Xiaoluo stood in the bluestone alley and shouted lazily, then returned to the house, turned around and closed the black painted wooden door tightly. He looked at the empty back wall, sighed helplessly, sat cross-legged behind the wooden table, blew out the candlelight, and began to meditate every night with closed eyes.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xiaoluo was awakened by a low knock on the door. He opened his eyes and looked at the closed door.

Through the crack in the door, he seemed to vaguely see a black shadow standing outside the door, motionless.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

The knock on the door sounded again, echoing in the dead bluestone alley, looking a little out of place.

"I've been closed tonight, I'm willing to come back another night!"

Zhang Xiaoluo pondered for a moment, then looked up at the black shadow outside the door again, and spoke coldly.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

The dark shadow outside the door seemed to have not heard Zhang Xiaoluo's words, and was still knocking on the door slowly. The disrepaired black painted wooden door also trembled slightly.

"who?"

Zhang Xiaoluo narrowed his eyes slightly, got up and walked to the door, looked at the black shadow outside the door through the crack, and asked in a deep voice.

"I! Wei Xun! Zhang Xiaoluo, open the door!"

Wei Xun's voice came from outside the door, and Zhang Xiaoluo couldn't help but feel moved, his eyes narrowed even tighter.

"Fatty, do you have something to do? Let's talk about it at dawn!"

"Zhang Xiaoluo, open the door quickly! I've smashed the door!"

Wei Xun outside the house said softly, while actually raising his arms and began to smash the door panel harder.

Zhang Xiaoluo had no choice but to remove the door bolt and open the wooden door.

Wei Xun's fat figure stood outside the door, looked up at Zhang Xiaoluo, but did not enter the room. The cold moonlight shone on Wei Xun's shoulders, and there was a chill.

"Come with me, hurry up!"

Wei Xun said something to Zhang Xiaoluo, then turned around and walked towards the coffin shop opposite, reached out and pushed open the empty door of the coffin shop, and walked in.

Zhang Xiaoluo was still standing inside the door and looked at the coffin shop opposite. The door of the coffin shop was empty and Wei Xun could no longer be seen. The black door was like the black eyes of an evil ghost, looking coldly at Zhang Xiaoluo standing in the room.
Chapter completed!