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Zhiqing spoke vividly, while Ziya listened with a sense of dread.
"What does Teacher Mao have to do with the hospital?" Ziya finally voiced the question that had been nagging at her.
"The descendants of Teacher Mao are the current heads of the hospital. Although their family has been in medicine for generations, they can't even treat their own ailments," Zhiqing replied with a hint of mockery.
"That's ridiculous. It's like a barber who can't cut his own hair. Besides, everyone ages and gets sick; what's so surprising about that?"
"The strange part is that everyone in their family has contracted a bizarre illness. Otherwise, I wouldn't be wasting my breath telling you this," Zhiqing said, swallowing hard.
"What kind of illness?"
"Shh... This is what my mom told me. Their family has done so many unethical things that they've brought down divine retribution," Zhiqing said suddenly in a mysterious tone, glancing around nervously before whispering to Ziya.
"What unethical things?"
"Abortion!"
"Uh... don't mess with me on that. Just tell me what strange illness they have!"
"Starting from Mao Deming's ancestor, which is Teacher Mao, I heard that back then they didn't even know what cancer was. Anyway, it all started with lumps on the neck for Teacher Mao. It was something like a goiter; the lymph nodes under the ears would swell and shine, getting bigger until they burst and oozed pus, eventually leading to ulcers in the mouth before death."
"Uh... that's indeed disgusting. Who is Mao Deming?" Ziya frowned at the thought of such a scene, feeling nauseous.
"He's the director of this Town Hospital. Do you know how they handle all those dirty things in their hospital?"
"How would I know? You're the one talking about it! Boring..." Ziya said as she pulled out a book from under her desk and began flipping through it casually.
"How about we go check out that room behind the hospital tonight where they dump the waste? Are you brave enough to go? Once you go, you'll understand what I mean." Zhiqing, fearing that the other person wouldn't believe him, deliberately provoked them.
"This doesn't seem related to the crying of the Ghost Baby from Yellow Crane Tower!"
"It is. According to what I've heard, during the initial construction of Yellow Crane Tower, some people felt something was off and invited a renowned Feng Shui Master to take a look. They even used a talisman to suppress that evil energy. However, as time progressed to our era, once the hospital was built near Yellow Crane Tower, the crying started again, and no matter how many people they hired, it never stopped."
"Oh... but the hospital is so far from Yellow Crane Tower. What connection could there be?"
"That's exactly what I've been wanting to investigate. Are you willing to check it out tonight?"
"Can we go during the day instead?" Ziya recalled how recklessly they had lost Wang Yuan last time and thought it would be better to be cautious this time.
"There's nothing to see during the day. The road is busy with people coming and going, and the hospital won't be doing anything at that time."
"The waste coming from the hospital is filthy; they can't just throw that stuff in the trash can!" Ziya remembered a long row of garbage bins against the wall by the hospital, filled with a terrible stench and swarming flies—it was truly disgusting.
"Uh... I heard someone say they saw a Ghost Baby rummaging through the trash cans at midnight, with those eerie green eyes."
"Is that true? We can't let Sun Meng join us; she's really scared." Speaking of Sun Meng, Ziya wondered why she had been in the restroom for so long.
Sun Meng rushed out of the classroom straight to the restroom. It was eerily quiet inside; someone must have left a faucet running because she could hear water dripping clearly in the empty space. As she stepped into the restroom, a chill washed over her, making her shiver involuntarily. She chose an open stall at the back, closed the door tightly, and squatted down.
Before Sun Meng could finish, she faintly heard someone else enter—not walking in but rather crawling. The strange scratching sound against the floor crept into her ears. She leaned down to peek under the stall door to see who was making such noise. Just as she did so, a pair of bloodied eyes were staring back at her from beneath the stall door. At the same time, a grotesque mass emitted a squeaking sound, filling the restroom with an overwhelming stench of blood.
In an instant, it felt like someone had wrapped their hands around her throat; she couldn't breathe. She watched helplessly as a pair of decaying hands covered in sticky substances reached under the stall door. Her heart raced as if someone were squeezing it tightly; her breathing grew weaker... Her whole body trembled uncontrollably... Pulling up her pants and flinging open the stall door revealed a mass that looked nothing like a human form—just a pair of bloodied eyeballs embedded in a mound of raw flesh... This was clearly what people described as an unformed fetus...
Sun Meng's legs tightened painfully as if cramping up... The creature's eyes rolled around on its bloody mass while a trail of blood extended all the way to where she stood... Ah... ah... She lost control and flailed her arms wildly, jumping over that grotesque mass and sprinting frantically back towards the classroom.
The ringing of the school bell mixed with Sun Meng's terrified screams went unheard by anyone, while those playing were startled by the sound and hurriedly rushed to their respective classrooms. Sun Meng was among the crowd running.
Ziya had just been wondering why Sun Meng hadn't arrived yet when she saw her pale, ashen face burst into the classroom, eyes filled with fear, her lips trembling without uttering a word.
"Sun Meng, what's wrong? Zhiqing, go get her a glass of water," Ziya said, feeling a chill run down her spine at the sight of Sun Meng's condition. She quickly supported the trembling girl and called for Zhiqing to fetch some water.
Zhiqing dashed to the teacher's office to get water for Sun Meng. Just then, as class time approached, students began to trickle into the classroom, none of them noticing Ziya and Sun Meng's distress.
Leaning against Ziya, Sun Meng's terror still lingered on her face. "It's okay," Ziya reassured her, watching as Zhiqing brought back the water and handed it to Sun Meng.
"Is she alright? What did she see?" Zhiqing asked nervously, looking at Sun Meng whose hands were still shaking as she took the cup.
"You should go back to your seat! It’s better not to alarm others," Ziya whispered to Zhiqing, noticing some classmates turning their heads to look at them.
"Uh, okay!" Zhiqing pretended nothing was wrong and walked past the curious classmates with her head held high.
The fear in Sun Meng's eyes worried Ziya greatly. "Why don't you rest your head on the desk for a bit? Did you get heatstroke?" Ziya suggested, gently guiding her to lean on the desk.
Suddenly, without warning, Sun Meng let out a loud scream and began frantically pulling at her hair. The entire class jumped up in shock, and even the teacher nearly dropped the book in hand from fright.
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