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Chapter 415: Xian's Troubles
"That's not it. What happened last time?"
She shouldn't have brought up the last incident, but now that she did, I felt a surge of anger. I scoffed and said, "Congratulations, there's no reward for reporting..." Even as I said this, I found it strange. Logically, she shouldn't be involved with those people from society, but then I remembered her relationship with Doctor Sha was more than just that of colleagues; perhaps she really did tip someone off to come after me.
However, Zhang Xian seemed not to understand my words. With exaggerated surprise, her eyes widened as she asked, "Report? What are you talking about?"
It had been a while since I last saw her, and Zhang Xian had lost even more weight. Not only that, her complexion was increasingly pale, and the dark circles under her eyes were becoming more pronounced.
From a medical perspective, dark circles can indicate indulgence. Zhang Xian was a divorced woman, probably nearing thirty! At thirty, one is like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger. Surely she wasn't spending her long nights in solitude and loneliness.
Thinking of this made me frown. I scolded myself—Ma Qi, you're meddling too much. Remember, you're here to retrieve your items, not to pry into others' affairs. Without further ado, I headed inside while Zhang Xian asked questions and looked around for my belongings.
Seeing that I was genuinely searching for something, Zhang Xian went to fetch it for me. I waited by the door for a moment until she returned with a bag—my bag—filled with all sorts of odds and ends we referred to as magical tools in our circle.
As Zhang Xian handed me the bag, our fingers brushed against each other like ice. I froze for a moment and glanced at her; it seemed like nothing was wrong on the surface, but she appeared utterly drained. It reminded me of when I knocked on the roller shutter door; she had seemed somewhat neurotic and on the verge of breaking down. Yet she was trying hard to project strength while being completely unaware that deep inside her turmoil lay six wild horses ready to bolt at the slightest disturbance.
I organized the contents of the bag and casually looked through it before asking, "Are you okay?"
I couldn't tell if it was my imagination or something else, but I felt that Zhang Xian's smile was somewhat forced and tragic. She replied, "I'm fine. What could possibly be wrong? Besides, Li Luwen returned safely, didn't he? He might even be married by now."
"What about Li Luwen?"
"Nothing much; just mentioning him."
"Really nothing's wrong?" I wanted to pull something out of the bag to reassure her and tell her that there are hurdles one can overcome—that the Li Luwen incident was over and she should pick herself up again. Unfortunately, before I could say anything, she turned away from me and distanced herself with an air of coldness.
Once back in the car, I tried to think about other things and forgot to fasten my seatbelt. Ma Ge reminded me to buckle up just as I realized we were approaching a police checkpoint with cameras. I hurriedly secured my seatbelt.
"Seven," Gousi said with concern in his voice, "I worry you might kill someone. You wouldn't be foolish enough to take revenge on Gong Elder, would you?" I was surprised that Ma Ge, who usually seemed indifferent except when it came to Gousi's orders, actually cared about my situation.
"I think you're all overthinking it. Gong Elder has accumulated too much karma; he treats life carelessly and has countless resentful ghosts haunting him—his wife Doctor Sha is justly punished. No way would it fall upon me to take action." Though I said this outwardly, deep down inside me lingered an unwillingness to let Gong Elder off so easily.
I think that if my father hadn't gone undercover, I might have had a happy childhood and a different, happier life.
All along, I believed I was an abandoned infant, rescued from the brink of death by Ma Wu Grandpa, without parents to call my own. I never imagined that my family, my father, was a great undercover police officer. Yet all the happiness that should have belonged to me was completely destroyed by scum like Gong Elder. I felt truly frustrated and unwilling to accept it.
In reality, what does it matter if I'm unwilling? My existence is to help others—help the dead and the living. My biological father died a tragic death, and my mother bled to death from overwork. I needed to accumulate Yin De for them to alleviate the suffering brought by death, so they might have a chance at reincarnation.
The car moved steadily forward, and after that statement, Ma Ge didn't say another word.
I also needed to take a moment to rest and adjust my emotions so that when I saw Qin Jian later, I would have the energy to face him.
The massive sign of the Red Cross came into view from afar, and the cross of City Hospital was faintly visible. Buildings flashed by as we drove past. The people, cars, and businesses on the road formed the city's landscape.
The city is like a shell, and people are its living souls. Even these representative and symbolic buildings are part of this vast shell's flesh and blood.
If only I could rewrite and plan my life, I would gladly trade a few years of my life just to be with my biological parents.
In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the hospital. I got out of the car while Ma Ge went to park.
I didn't wait for him; instead, I walked straight into the Inpatient Department area, heading directly for Qin Jian's ward. Being in the hospital corridor always gave me a chilling feeling; it wasn't just because of drafts but because hospitals are places best avoided unless necessary.
This was still Baymax; if it were nighttime, one could try encountering ghosts. I walked briskly, feeling a cold wind sweep across my back, chilling my skin. I shivered but didn’t look back.
Not looking back, I thought about how bold Ghostly Things could be; even with something in my bag, they dared to come and test me.
The corridor seemed full of life as it extended endlessly. The rooms on either side were either closed or open; I could see people inside the wards. There were family members bustling about and patients moaning in pain. The cold wind behind me wrapped around me again, mingled with ghostly wails.
I scoffed at the antics of whatever was behind me, dismissing it as I continued walking swiftly. Suddenly, about twenty meters ahead of me appeared a child.
The child stood frozen in place like a puppet, motionless. I stopped and crossed my arms, gazing at him with indifference.
"Things like Baymax dare to show themselves? Are you looking for death?"
The child hung his head pitifully, his hands hanging limply at his sides, still unmoving. I activated my Demon Eyes and saw a mass of dark energy enveloping the child. Within that darkness were hands pushing him forcefully forward.
Did you think this little trick could fool you, Grandpa?
I sat cross-legged, forming a hand seal and chanting an incantation. A surge of vital energy began to gather and slowly pushed forward. As long as the Ghost Child dared to make a move, this burst of energy was not to be taken lightly.
Just as I was about to release the energy, it felt as if a powerful force yanked from behind the child, causing him to vanish into thin air.
What an impressive soul escape technique.
The opponent was formidable but had not made any reckless moves; it seemed they were merely stalling for time. Stalling for time? This was bad—Qin Jian was in danger. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I dashed toward his hospital room.
At the same time, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw Brother Ma. He noticed me running and quickened his pace, asking, "What's going on?"
I hoped nothing serious had happened. Nevertheless, I didn't slow down and soon reached Qin Jian's hospital room. Without time to knock, I burst through the door.
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