Chapter 141 She Just Wants to Know the Time

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The screams echoed endlessly from the small hospital. The old Daoist stood at the entrance, watching a number of people in white coats running out as if something were chasing them.

But they were just circling in the small courtyard, repeatedly falling and getting up, seemingly unable to see the door at all. No one escaped from inside.

"This is…a ghost wall?" the old Daoist asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze ignored him, continuing to watch.

He saw a woman relentlessly pursuing people, asking:

"Am I supposed to die yet?"

"What time is it?"

"Am I supposed to die?"

She was anxious,

She was worried,

She was bewildered,

As if, if she didn't die at the appointed time, she wouldn't be able to redeem her son,

If she didn't die at the appointed time, her family would fall apart,

If she didn't die at the appointed time, she would commit a grave mistake!

Zhou Ze's frown deepened as he watched.

The old Daoist couldn't see what was happening inside, so he was completely clueless. But watching a group of living people screaming, running around, and constantly falling was quite amusing, like watching monkeys in a circus. Plus, several of the female nurses were wearing skirts, and their clothes were torn as they ran and fell.

Based on the idea of seeking some interest on behalf of those victims, the old Daoist's eyeballs almost popped out. He kept staring at places he shouldn't be looking at.

Finally, Zhou Ze couldn't take it anymore, he really couldn't take it anymore.

"What a…useless teammate."

The old Daoist was taken aback when he heard this. He instantly felt aggrieved, his old face wrinkling like a withered chrysanthemum.

Boss, did you have to be so blunt?

I was just looking…

You don't watch, you're not interested…well…but I'm still normal!

Zhou Ze reached out to the old Daoist for a lighter. Seeing the old Daoist looking at him with a wronged expression, he seemed to understand something and smiled:

"I wasn't talking about you."

"Then who?" The old Daoist was truly confused.

"Her."

With that, Zhou Ze pushed open the door and walked in, leaning on his cane.

The old Daoist followed him in. He went wherever the boss went. After all, no matter how awesome the boss was, he still needed a sidekick who could cheer him on and shout "6666."

The old Daoist had always been very clear about his role.

However, the moment he stepped inside, following the boss's footsteps, the old Daoist felt a chill run through him, as if someone with icy hands was gently running their fingers down your back while you were asleep, giving you a fingertip massage.

That was stimulating,

Then, a female nurse suddenly ran up to the old Daoist and fell right in front of him. The old Daoist quickly bent down to help her up.

"Are you alright? Are you alright?"

While helping her, his hand instinctively tried to take advantage,

Well, this was also acting on behalf of Heaven!

However, to the old Daoist's surprise, his hand directly pierced the female nurse's chest with force.

"Hiss…"

The old Daoist immediately gasped in horror and began to retreat, but the female nurse stuck to him like a leech.

"Mom, boss, help me, help me!"

The female nurse in his arms suddenly raised her head.

Her face began to become rough and swollen, with potholes and lumps. Maggots and insects were crawling around inside, circling and crossing paths.

She grinned,

Her mouth was full of yellow teeth, and a large tumor protruded from her mouth. The tumor was yellowish-green, as if it could burst at any moment.

"What time is it? Am I supposed to die?"

The female nurse asked the old Daoist.

The old Daoist was horrified to realize that he had lost the talisman he had been given.

And this action successfully caught the female nurse's attention,

"Oooooooh!"

So cold,

The female nurse's hand was so cold,

So cold that the old Daoist couldn't bear it.

This feeling was like stripping naked and doing a pole dance facing the sunrise on some peak in the Himalayas,

Stimulating and deadly!

The old Daoist quickly raised his hands. No one was holding a gun to him,

So surrendering was an instinctive reaction.

Boss,

Where did you go?

Your loyal old Daoist is about to die without descendants!

"Enough!"

Zhou Ze's voice came,

The old Daoist felt that Zhou Ze's voice at this moment was even more pleasant than those of the beautiful celebrities on TV. It was a pity that he couldn't see where the boss was standing, otherwise he would have rushed up and kissed him hard!

"Dong…dong…"

The bell sounded, signaling the return home;

All the surrounding images disappeared, and the old Daoist's terrifying coldness also began to fade, leaving only a lingering soreness. He was almost completely exhausted from the fright and knelt down directly, his knees touching the ground.

He raised his head and saw Zhou Ze standing next to the large clock in front.

In Zhou Ze's hand was a hand that he had just broken off the clock.

"Zzzzzz…zzzzzzzzzz…"

A soft, rustling sound came from the concrete floor, like the sound of a broken wire, but it was very piercing and made people's scalps tingle.

The old Daoist looked around. Several doctors and nurses were lying around him, including the security guard with a face full of橫肉(heng rou, excess flesh, here meaning a brutish face). They were lying motionless on the ground. They weren't dead, they had fainted from fright.

"Tell me…what time is it…Am I supposed to die?"

From behind the clock, a woman in white crawled out. The woman stared blankly at the old Daoist, scaring him into another shiver. Then, she inadvertently pointed her finger at Zhou Ze on the other side.

Look,

Big sister,

The big boss is over there, go deal with the big boss first, I'm just a small fry.

The female ghost was indeed very cooperative, turning her head to look at Zhou Ze on the other side.

Then, she began to crawl towards Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze looked at her, very disappointed.

This was genuine disappointment.

In his previous life, Zhou Ze was a doctor. He had always adhered to his professional ethics. Although he didn't have the great dream of "saving the world" or the selfless dedication, he had always adhered to the principle of "people-oriented" in his work.

This small hospital was a microcosm of this street, a microcosm of this black gambling industry chain. It made Zhou Ze feel depressed and uncomfortable.

It was the kind of,

Uncomfortable feeling that you can't sleep well tonight if you don't do something;

And the doctors and nurses who were now fainting on the ground should also have come from regular medical schools or nursing schools, and they also had their own professional skills, definitely not people who were just there to make up the numbers.

These people, however, had violated their ethics and the duties of a doctor. They had learned the skills to treat illnesses and save people, but they stood by the dying patients, simply recording a series of cold data.

Then,

They watched the patients die coldly, and would never try to save them, because rescue and medication would affect the fairness of the gambling.

There was a saying circulating in the medical community: "Advising people to study medicine is like being struck by lightning."

The work of most doctors is far from being as leisurely and comfortable as the public generally believes. Most medical staff face great dangers every day, including exposure to infections on the operating table, heavy workloads, and even…medical disputes.

But since you've put on this white coat, you have to live up to your identity.

That's right,

Zhou Ze wanted them to die,

Whether it was impulsive or in a fit of pique, Zhou Ze really hoped that these dregs of the industry would all go to hell!

Playing with human lives and using human lives for pleasure was a blasphemy against life, and Zhou Ze, as someone who had died once, understood the preciousness of life even more.

Since you treat human lives as tools for cockfighting and dogfighting, then I can not treat you as human beings.

The old Daoist could beat the security guard with a face full of heng rou, and although Zhou Ze was leaning on a cane, one scratch from his fingernail would make even an ox collapse.

But Zhou Ze just naturally retreated, exclaiming "I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend."

Some things, he couldn't easily do himself, so he wanted to watch from the sidelines.

He was indulging, he was being passive,

The purpose,

Was to use a borrowed knife to kill.

Anyway, you're bound to become a vengeful ghost, you can't enter reincarnation anymore, and even if you go to hell, you can only endure the boundless karma fire until your soul is scattered.

Then,

Why not give you a chance,

To clean up this trash heap,

You'll be happy,

I'll be happy too,

And it can also make the smog in this sky dissipate a little.

But the woman in front of him,

Was like an idiot!

Zhou Ze had given her a chance, and even secretly pushed her along. She was much more powerful than ordinary vengeful ghosts, and she also had the ability to take revenge.

But her so-called revenge was just to scare people into fainting?

When they wake up, they'll be good as new?

"Zzzzzz…zzzzzzz…zzzzzzz…"

The female ghost continued to crawl towards Zhou Ze, then looked at Zhou Ze pitifully and asked:

"What time is it? Am I supposed to die?

Please,

Tell me, tell me…"

Zhou Ze slowly bent down, looked at the female ghost's pockmarked face, and asked:

"Don't you hate them?"

Yes, don't you hate them?

"What time is it?" The female ghost continued to ask.

Zhou Ze pointed again at the nurses and doctors who were fainting below and asked, "Don't you want revenge?"

They put you on a cold bed and watched you die, don't you want to seek revenge on them? Don't you want to seek revenge on those gamblers and bookmakers, don't you want to seek revenge on those behind-the-scenes dealers who are happily counting money, don't you want to seek revenge on the husband who personally pushed you into the abyss of despair—revenge?

"Quickly tell me what time it is, I'm calculating whether I should die or not. If I die, then there will be money, my husband will have money, the family will have money, and my son can be redeemed.

Quickly tell me, tell me, what time is it, what time is it!

I have to die at the appointed time, my family needs money, my son needs money when he grows up, he needs money for school, he needs money for his marriage in the future.

What time is it,

Quickly tell me, tell me!"

The female ghost seemed to be very angry at Zhou Ze's repeated ignoring of her answers. She began to become extremely angry, angry enough to strangle Zhou Ze!

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment,

This female ghost,

She didn't have any intention to kill those doctors and nurses,

But she had the intention to kill him?

For a moment, Zhou Ze wanted to laugh, and then he laughed.

"Hehehe…"

Laughing, Zhou Ze slowly stood up.

The female ghost instinctively wanted to pounce on Zhou Ze,

"What are you laughing at? Answer me the time, what time is it!"

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and his fingernail directly pierced the female ghost's brow. The female ghost let out a shrill scream. Zhou Ze's fingernail was like a soldering iron, bringing her terrible pain.

"Boss?" The old Daoist walked over at this time.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes. He thought of the old woman who came to the bookstore that night, wailing and crying in unwillingness after discovering that she had died prematurely. He thought of the old man who had been guarded by his son in the house, watching the time on the bed, preparing to die.

People's lives are precious, but the premise is that you know how to cherish them, and you also know how to respect them;

Life is your own, if you don't cherish it yourself, then don't blame others for looking down on your life!

Zhou Ze shook his head,

And said:

"Old Dao, I think I did something wrong, I seem to be a bit of a busybody."

"Huh?" The old Daoist still didn't understand.

Zhou Ze opened his eyes, glanced at the doctors and nurses lying on the ground unconscious, and said:

"I found that I don't hate these guys as much as I used to."

"Uh, why? They're just a bunch of animals." The old Daoist said.

Zhou Ze looked at the female ghost who was twisting and struggling under his palm,

And said:

"That's right.

They are indeed animals,

But a pitiful person must also have hateful aspects."