Chapter 32 Sent to Gynecology and Obstetrics

"Sent to Gynecology and Obstetrics."

Zhou Ze sat down beside Doctor Lin, watching her still somewhat uncomfortable expression, and said,

"You should rest more, otherwise you're being irresponsible."

"I can handle it." Doctor Lin shook her head, still a bit stubborn.

"What I mean is, your physical condition is being irresponsible to your patients."

"............" Doctor Lin.

"Hehe." Zhou Ze licked his lips, and apologized, "Sorry, I unconsciously fell back into my old self."

"It's good," Doctor Lin said softly.

"Go back and rest. Come back to work after you've recovered. A doctor's job is indeed important, but it's not as if society will cease to function if there's one less working doctor for a while."

Doctor Lin nodded.

At this moment, Zhou Ze's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was Xu Qinglang.

He stood up, walked to the stairwell outside, and answered the phone:

"Hello, what's up?"

"Your place is doing good business today. Come back and take a look," Xu Qinglang said, yawning.

"Good business?" Zhou Ze was a little happy. He had just gotten his certificate, and business was already coming to him?

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Zhou Ze decided that this time, no matter how many stories sadder than "Dou E's grievance" the ghosts in the bookstore told, he would ruthlessly send these guys to hell.

They are wandering souls;

sending them to hell is the right thing to do. He'd be iron-fisted, with no psychological burden.

"Go back if you have something to do." Doctor Lin pointed to her office. "I'll go back myself later."

Zhou Ze nodded, not saying anything more. Nothing was more important than becoming a full-fledged ghost messenger as soon as possible. As for his relationship with Doctor Lin, he'd take it slow.

The elevators in the emergency building were still packed even at night, so Zhou Ze simply chose to take the stairs down. When he reached the third floor, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped.

He didn't know why, but he felt like someone was following him.

Could it be that Doctor Lin wanted to see him a few more times but was too embarrassed, so she was secretly following him?

Okay, although there was that possibility, Zhou Ze wasn't narcissistic enough to really believe it. He quickly went down another floor, and then suddenly turned around at the corner and walked back.

"Whoosh............"

A gust of wind swept past from above.

Zhou Ze suddenly looked up and started running upwards, but still found nothing.

No discovery, which proved something was definitely strange.

Zhou Ze bent down, his black fingernail grown out on his index finger, and gently tapped the tile floor.

The next moment, a black footprint appeared on the tile floor. Zhou Ze silently clenched his fist and hid his index finger, then slowly stood up and walked along the black footprints that kept appearing below.

From his fingernail, a mist invisible to the naked eye constantly emanated, relentlessly pursuing the marks below.

Because of its special nature, it was difficult for the hospital to be completely clean, but it wasn't exactly the dead of night yet, and these dirty things dared to come out and walk around so brazenly, which was very abnormal.

Following the marks, Zhou Ze came to the fourth floor. The footprints went all the way out and then turned into a ward.

There were patients in the ward. Given the extremely tight medical resources nowadays, it was rare to see an empty ward. For example, right now, some patients could only temporarily lie on makeshift beds in the hallway to rest or receive drips.

Zhou Ze reached out and pushed open the ward door.

There were three beds inside.

Two old women were lying on the beds on either side, and a young woman was lying in the middle. Each bed had a caregiver next to it.

After Zhou Ze walked in, everyone in the ward, except for one old woman who was asleep, looked at Zhou Ze.

"Hello, excuse me. Has anyone come in here just now?"

Zhou Ze went straight to the point.

"No,"

a caregiver auntie replied.

The others also shook their heads.

Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that he understood, and then turned and left the ward.

At this point, Zhou Ze planned to leave.

You can't blame Zhou Ze for lacking a sense of social responsibility, for not catching a ghost when he saw one. You have to know that Xu Qinglang had just called and said that his shop was doing "very good business" right now. Zhou Ze was worried that if he went back late, all the customers would be gone, and that would be a big loss.

As for the dirty things running around outside, if he ran into them, he would solve them if he could. But if they were difficult to deal with or wanted to play hide-and-seek with him, Zhou Ze really didn't want to spend too much energy on it.

He was a ghost messenger, with the prefix "temporary" in front of it. He wasn't Zhang Tianshi.

However, just as Zhou Ze grabbed the doorknob to close the door, his fingernail accidentally touched it.

In an instant, Zhou Ze felt like he had experienced a static shock. Immediately afterward, the lights in the ward suddenly went out, and then the lights came back on.

The three beds in the ward were instantly empty. The patients and their caregivers had all disappeared.

Zhou Ze suddenly took two steps back, and then he saw that the sign on the door of the room he was facing read "Storage Room." This wasn't a ward!

"Whoosh............"

Another gust of wind blew, very fast, as if realizing that its illusion had failed, it was planning to flee in a panic.

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed something cold and fleshy, but then there was a crisp sound, and that thing broke free from his control.

The wind dissipated.

Zhou Ze looked at his palm and saw that there was actually a tuft of black hair, very long and twisted.

Perhaps out of professional habit, Zhou Ze put his hand to his nose and smelled it.

A strong, fishy stench filled the air,

It was simply nauseating,

like the smell of salted fish piled up in a stuffy warehouse for a month.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze suppressed his urge to gag and squatted down again. His fingernail tapped on the tile, and another series of clear black footprints appeared.

He clapped his hands, tilted his neck, and then followed the footprints again.

The nature of the matter had changed again. If the other party was merely like the old woman who was lingering in the morgue of the Affiliated Hospital because of family property matters, Zhou Ze wouldn't have pursued so relentlessly. After all, there were too many ghosts wandering in the world because of their ties to life, and they generally didn't have the intention to do bad things or the ability to cause any damage.

But the one he had just encountered, not only took the initiative to follow him, but was also able to create an extremely realistic illusion that almost fooled him, and judging from the body hair he had pulled from it, that thing had a physical body.

This meant that the other party already had the ability to cause trouble, and it was in the hospital where his wife was. Zhou Ze was finding it difficult to convince himself to stand by and do nothing.

In the end,

he was still being a cheap busybody!

Zhou Ze had read a lot of novels in the bookstore in recent months, and he hated the kind of saintly protagonists the most. He couldn't relate to them at all, but when it came to himself, he found that he still couldn't completely let go.

Of course, there was another extremely important reason, which was that he had just become a ghost messenger. According to the information he could glean from his conversations with the little loli, if dirty things caused trouble in a ghost messenger's territory, then that ghost messenger would be implicated.

The footprints went upstairs. Zhou Ze followed the footprints all the way to the eighth floor, which was the operating room floor. After going up the stairs, Zhou Ze found his target without much effort.

"You are a ghost messenger. I don't want to offend you, but why are you pursuing me so relentlessly? We can live and let live."

The other party's voice was a bit hoarse, like an old man speaking, but the tone was a bit strange, often pronouncing several syllables extremely quickly.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Ze pointed at it.

"I'm waiting for my woman to come out," the other party replied. "Superior, please go back. Tearing apart our faces is not good for anyone. I can guarantee that I won't do anything harmful, and I won't make things difficult for you.

Heaven is above, I wouldn't dare to do anything reckless."

"Your woman? Who are you waiting for?" Zhou Ze asked.

Could it be another story of love between a human and a ghost?

But at this moment, on the other side of the operating room corridor, the young girl who had come with his sister-in-law ran out with various receipts in her hand. She must have gone to pay the bill.

Inside,

was the pregnant woman who was about to have a miscarriage!

"You are not her husband," Zhou Ze rebuked.

"The woman I fancy is my woman, and besides, she and I have a karmic connection to continue. Even God has tacitly approved of this." The other party's tone was very impatient.

Zhou Ze was the one who had initially examined the pregnant woman. Zhou Ze originally thought that he had encountered another case of a cuckold, and he had lamented that he himself had encountered a similar problem.

His childhood friend was already experiencing this kind of problem.

Now, even when he went to the hospital for a check-up, he encountered this kind of problem.

It seemed that he would encounter this kind of green thing wherever he went recently.

He even had the urge to rename his bookstore "Green Bookstore"

to respond to the country's call to protect the environment.

Fortunately, this time it wasn't just a simple, bloody green drama, but it seemed even more troublesome than a simple green drama.

"Two lives for one," Zhou Ze reminded, taking two steps forward at the same time. "If her surgery is not successful now, it will be two lives for one. You still say you're not doing anything harmful?"

"Are you, a ghost messenger, out of your mind!"

The other party seemed unable to contain its anger any longer.

It turned around directly.

It was wearing a doctor's white coat. You couldn't tell anything from the back, but when it turned to face them, its terrifying and hideous appearance immediately revealed itself.

It was a monkey,

a monkey that could stand upright like a human.

Most of its body was already rotten, and even its skull was empty, with nothing inside.

"You are just a small, lowly ghost messenger from the netherworld. Don't get carried away!"

"Then what are you?" Zhou Ze retorted, taking a few more steps forward.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The monkey bared its teeth and made a low growling sound. Then, the black tail behind it suddenly stood up and plunged into the tile.

The next moment,

around Zhou Ze's position, black holes appeared in the ceiling, tiles, and walls.

Long tails emerged from the small holes and swarmed towards Zhou Ze.

These tails carried an extremely fishy smell, and mucus dripped down. For Zhou Ze, who had always been a neat freak, it felt like he was standing in the smelliest area of the seafood market.

Most importantly,

this scene,

he had seen before,

in many movies.

Then,

Zhou Ze spread out his hands, his black fingernails fully grown out, and black light flowed from the depths of his eyes.

Honestly, except for the time he smacked Bai Yingying, he had never really fought properly.

To Zhou Ze's surprise,

the booklet he had in his pocket actually started to heat up slightly at this moment, as if it was a little impatient as well.

He felt a little excited,

and also a little expectant.

He had just gotten his certificate, just like when someone gets their driver's license and always wants to drive a car to try it out.

Zhou Ze really wanted to fight now.

However, an unexpected scene appeared to Zhou Ze. When his certificate started to heat up slightly,

the monkey, which had just been arrogant and disdainful of him, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to him repeatedly, shouting:

"Lord, spare me, Lord, spare me! This beast knows its mistake, this beast knows its mistake!"

For a moment,

Zhou Ze, who had been full of excitement, felt a bit suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down.