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Chapter 56: Soul Chaser
Fat was waiting for me at the station.
Chi Xinrong had not come out yet; it seemed she would have a tough night ahead.
If it weren't for Ming Zhuqi's funeral, which required my presence to handle matters, I really wouldn't want to leave Mi at this moment. The happiest moment is when a lover is by your side, and the first thing you see when you open your eyes is your beloved.
I thought to myself: Mi, you will be fine. I left the Five Ghosts Talisman by your side; no matter how evil those things are, they can't touch you. You are my Ma Qi's wife, and Ma Qi is the strongest Mortician. All the ghostly leaders better step aside. If anyone dares to lay a finger on my wife, I'll send them straight to the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
After saying goodbye to Qin Jian, I hopped onto that old motorcycle. Fat was chattering away behind me with nonsensical talk, but I didn't respond, preparing to start the engine and leave.
Looking at the time, it was twenty minutes past eleven at night.
I took one last look back at the window of Mi's hospital room and suddenly saw a shadow flicker quickly. Was Mi awake?
This question lingered in my mind, and I lost all thoughts of leaving. Ignoring Fat's confused expression, I dashed back into the hospital.
Chi Xinrong was gone, and Mi's room was eerily quiet. I walked in alone and was startled to see a Shadow straddling Mi, desperately choking her Neck. I shouted and threw a talisman, but it was useless.
The shadow vanished in an instant. I examined Mi's Neck closely; there was clearly a faint bruise where it had been choked. My heart ached for her as I kissed that mark, vowing not to leave her for even a second.
My loud voice had attracted the attention of the nurse on duty at the Nurse Station. I heard footsteps approaching, and they stopped abruptly at the door. Only one person entered. I recognized her well; without turning around, she saw me inside and asked, "Ma Qi, weren't you supposed to leave? Why are you still here?"
"I can't leave," I replied decisively without looking at Chi Xinrong.
"Fine then, you can stay here. I won't arrange for Intensive Care," Chi Xinrong said as she turned to leave. I could sense her indifference in her tone; on the surface, she seemed concerned about Mi's condition, but my mind was solely focused on Mi, making it impossible for me to understand her true feelings.
However, she had been with Mi for a while, and her concern was genuine; as for the rest, it was none of my business.
Seeing her about to leave, I hurriedly stood up and asked, “Rongrong, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”
Chi Xinrong didn’t look at me; she had her back turned and said softly, “Go ahead! What is it?”
“Is there an intern nurse at your hospital named Peng Yan?”
“How would I know? There are so many nurses.”
“Could you check on that for me? It would be best if you could get back to me right away.” The Shadow I saw earlier looked a lot like Peng Yan, but upon closer inspection, it didn’t quite match. It was strange that the description of Shadow didn’t fit at all.
“Ma Qi, are you intentionally making things difficult for me? That child over there can’t be left alone; I’ve arranged for the best Intensive Care staff to watch over them. And here you are asking me to check on an unrelated intern nurse. Do you even have a sister? When did you start looking into this intern nurse?”
“Don’t be so aggressive; she’s not my type. I’m just a bit suspicious.”
“Oh. Then I’ll go find someone to check for you.”
In fact, I had long harbored doubts about Peng Yan being an intern nurse at City Hospital; it was just that there had been too much going on, and I hadn’t had the time to ask. If I hadn’t seen Shadow choking Mi’s neck earlier, which resembled Peng Yan, I might have forgotten about it altogether.
The marks on Mi’s neck weren’t severe and would fade away soon enough; her neck would return to its usual smooth and slender state.
I held Mi’s hand tightly, gazing intently into her eyes. Beneath her long eyelashes lay eyes that I didn’t know when would open to look at me. I gently stroked her delicate hand and softly kissed her lips, whispering, “Mi, don’t scare me. You mustn’t get hurt.”
My words seemed to have an effect on Mi. As I spoke, her fingers twitched slightly, and her pale purple lips parted just enough to call my name: “Brother Qi, help me…”
“Mi?” Hearing her call out like that made me anxious.
Just then, a nurse walked in.
I was so focused on staring at Mi that I didn't notice who had entered until she called out to me, "Mr. Ma, here are the documents you requested."
"Oh." I looked up to see that it was the Head Nurse on duty. She handed me the information regarding Peng Yan, and I examined it closely; there was a photo of Peng Yan included.
Peng Yan had indeed worked here as an intern nurse, but it seemed she had only been brought in through a referral for a little over a month as a temporary worker before leaving without a trace.
So, did I just imagine seeing her working here?
How could that be possible!
I read through the documents word for word and realized the situation was serious.
Peng Yan was not an intern nurse at City Hospital; at least the timeline did not match up with when I encountered her. By the time I met her, she had already been gone for quite some time. Was there a fake Peng Yan in City Hospital?
I turned to the Head Nurse and said seriously, "Peng Yan is still here. Please take another look; this person holds a grudge against me, and I'm afraid she might harm my beloved Mi."
The Head Nurse pulled out the duty roster and confirmed, "Mr. Ma, there is truly no Peng Yan here. Look, her name is not on the list of nurses."
"Is everyone accounted for?"
"Yes."
"Then thank you."
After seeing off the Head Nurse, I closed the ward door, recited my incantation, sat in meditation, sealed my Primordial Spirit, and separated my Soul. I entered Mi's dream; the dreamscape was completely different from reality. I truly had no idea that Mi's dream could be so terrifying.
Her dream was a heavy, unbreakable darkness. In that darkness, Mi ran helplessly, pursued by a fierce-looking woman with disheveled hair, who shouted in a hoarse voice, "He is mine! Give him back to me."
"Mi..." I called out to her, wanting to help, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get closer. A distance separated us, and with the woman chasing her, Mi ran and ran, her face pale, unable to call for help. The pain she felt was evident.
Who was this disheveled woman?
I rushed forward and stretched out my arm to block her path. The woman came to a halt before me, her flowing hair suddenly still, hanging down in a very three-dimensional way. I could see her face clearly—she had no features.
The reason Mi screamed for help in her dream was that she was being chased by a woman without facial features.
The one chasing her wasn't Peng Yan; it was herself! Identical in body shape, identical in hair, identical in clothing—only missing the facial features.
What had gone wrong?
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