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Chapter 199: Paper Spirit
I didn't have time to deal with the stone issue and hurried back to Ma Wu Funeral Home. The Bagua Mirror was still there, and the shop felt eerily quiet. Fat Yi must be hiding somewhere. I rushed inside, shouting, "Fat, Fat!" Damn it, where could that fool be hiding?
After searching the place a few times without any sign of him, I slumped into a chair. This was Grandpa's favorite chair, and I couldn't help but glance at the wall of the dark room. The door to the dark room was ajar, and a chilling breeze swept through, as if the air conditioning was on.
Just as I was staring into the dark room, a rustling sound from behind startled me. I stood up to check but found nothing. Squinting harder, I couldn't help but chuckle.
I grabbed the approaching Paper Man and threatened, "If you don't show yourself soon, you'll never come back. And when the Ghost Gate closes, you might get caught by the Ghostly Enforcer and sent to the Underworld."
"Brother Qi, I really don't want to die," the Paper Man grinned, revealing Fat's long-missed smile.
I pulled out a talisman and said to him, "If you don't want to die, come here."
"Alright," he replied with a sigh and floated into the Soul Absorbing Talisman. I quickly folded the talisman securely to protect Fat's soul from any harm from other Evil Souls as I left Ma Wu Funeral Home, feeling relieved.
To be cautious, I took a taxi to City Hospital.
Just as I arrived at the hospital entrance, Chi Xinrong's call came in.
"Ma Qi, are you there? I've found Fat; he can't be dead, can he?"
"What’s going on?" I asked.
"He's completely stiff and his hands and feet are cold. I've had someone try to give him an IV, but the fluid won't go in."
"Turn on the air conditioning to melt away the cold in his body; I'm on my way."
I rushed towards Chi Xinrong's hospital room, and as I was going down the stairs, that heavily made-up nurse grabbed me again. She winked at me and said, "I know who you are. You appeared in my dreams, and we had a little fun together."
"That's not true; you must have been dreaming," I replied, shaking off her hand. I knew this was just a side effect of the trouble caused by Shitou, but there was no way to explain it clearly.
When I reached the corridor leading to the room for the overweight patient, Peng Yan appeared once more, like a ghost that wouldn't leave. She smiled at me but didn't say anything, instead walking straight into Room 8.
Room 8 was the one where Chi Xinrong had arranged for the overweight patient to stay. It seemed Peng Yan was quick on her feet and had arrived before me. I thought to myself that Peng Yan must have been instructed to care for the patient, and that the patient also knew her.
As long as she was normal, having Peng Yan take care of the patient would be fine.
However, when I entered the room, I didn't see Peng Yan. There were several nurses inside, along with a lead physician, and Chi Xinrong was there as well.
She looked pale and had a slight cough. Under the nurses' care, she could only keep her distance from the patient and watch from afar.
The lead physician stood there bored, indifferent to the nearly frozen body before him.
Seeing me enter, Chi Xinrong's face lit up with joy. I gestured to her, and she quickly turned to the lead physician. "Doctor Mu, why don't you take a break?"
Doctor Mu seemed eager to leave; he nodded without saying a word. "Alright, alright."
Once the doctor and his team left, I hurriedly asked Chi Xinrong, "Did you see anyone else?"
"Who?"
"Peng Yan..." I looked around the room, including the nurse who had just stepped out. There really was no sign of Peng Yan. Could it be that I was dizzy and mistaken?
“Who is Peng Yan?”
“Never mind if you don’t know him, let’s get down to business.”
Chi Xinrong looked at me with a complicated expression as I took out the folded talisman, a strange smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Ma Qi, be honest, how many good sisters do you have in your heart besides Han Mi?”
“Stop messing around, we need to focus on the task at hand.” I instructed Chi Xinrong to guard the door while I recited the Heart Sutra, formed a hand seal, and performed the Soul Restoration technique—
“Ma Qi, you need to tell me who she is!” Chi Xinrong shot me a fierce glare, unwilling to move to the door.
I snapped back, “Chi Xinrong, if you keep this up, it could endanger lives.”
Chi Xinrong swallowed nervously. “Really?”
“What time do you think it is? Do you think I’m joking?” I raised my hand to the Yintang point and released the talisman, causing a wisp of Shadow to emerge. Chi Xinrong couldn’t see it and was anxiously staring at the figure on the bed.
The plump face still bore traces of frost that hadn’t completely melted away, leaving behind a dampness from the thawed ice.
Various medical devices monitoring life signs were placed on the bedside. The heartbeat frequency related to the heart was at a balanced line, indicating no signs of life. Just as the plump figure’s soul returned, that balance line fluctuated slightly and began to weakly bounce.
Chi Xinrong’s face lit up with surprise and joy as she clapped her hands. “He’s back.” But before she could finish her sentence, that bouncing line returned to the balanced state and fell silent again.
Both Chi Xinrong and I froze in place, staring at the pale figure with dread in our hearts: Please don’t let anything happen to him. At that moment, the plump figure began to convulse all over, his limbs shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed his hand and bit my tongue, using my blood to draw a Soul-Restraining Talisman on his palm.
After a long while, he stopped convulsing. The heartbeat frequency activated and returned to normal, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ma Qi, I didn’t expect you to have some skills.”
I waved my hand. “Forget everything else; saving him is the priority.”
“I’ll go call a doctor right now.”
“Okay.”
Chi Xinrong turned to leave. I looked at Fatty, listening to his chest as his heartbeat gradually regained strength. Ignoring the cold sweat on my forehead, I tightened my grip on his hand. “Everything that happened is behind us. You have to wake up. This time, I, Ma Qi, owe you a life, and I’ll repay you slowly in the future.”
Fatty didn’t respond, but I felt his palm squeeze my hand for a moment. I looked down, but it seemed he had gone still again.
A doctor arrived, bustling around to check his temperature and listen to his heartbeat for a while before exclaiming, “It’s hard to believe! How could someone who was nearly dead be recovering?” The doctor glanced at me and then at Chi Xinrong.
Chi Xinrong shook his head, indicating he didn’t know what had happened either.
I looked at Fatty; he seemed stable enough now. I thought about going to rescue Bone Jade.
Just as I stood up to leave, Fatty suddenly grabbed the hem of my shirt and wouldn’t let go.
“He doesn’t want you to leave,” Chi Xinrong said with a smile.
“Fatty, I’m waiting for you to wake up. Hurry up.” Then I turned to Chi Xinrong. “I can’t stay; I’m too tired and need some rest.”
As I walked out, my hand instinctively reached for the Soul Stone. The dark stone had lost its previous natural luster. Perhaps its energy was that shine; all the energy of the spirit stone had been given to me. If I didn’t find a good place soon for it to absorb Spirit Energy, it would be no different from an ordinary stone. Therefore, I needed to find a cave rich in Spirit Energy quickly so it could recover.
But it seemed like there wasn't enough time, so I had no choice but to call Qin Jian.
Qin Jian readily agreed, saying he had been too busy lately to come see me, but was already on his way to City Hospital.
"Qin Jian, did you drive here?"
Qin Jian replied, "Did I drive? No, I flew here."
"Alright then, when you arrive, just wait for me at the hospital entrance. I'll be out shortly."
"Hey, from what I can see, you seem fine. Why are you still running around?"
"It's not me who's in trouble; it's Fatty." As I walked, I spoke into the phone. "Okay, stop asking so many questions. Just wait when you get here; I'll finish up and meet you soon."
"What kind of nonsense can't be discussed over the phone?"
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