The Ghost Slave in the suit moved quickly in front of Hu Jiu, raised his hand and lunged at Hu Jiu like Zombie.
Unfortunately, he suddenly collapsed and became motionless when he was still half a meter away from Hu Jiu.
Hu Jiu crouched down but couldn't find any clues on the Ghost Slave, so he casually pushed and kicked him against the wall.
Just then, the sound of the elevator starting up again began, as if other Ghost Slave had arrived.
After the elevator doors opened, there was indeed another Ghost Slave inside, but Hu Jiu did not give him a chance to come out. With a gentle wave of his hand, extreme low temperature spread throughout the elevator car, and frost quickly filled the interior, leaving no gaps.
The old elevator suddenly emitted a creaking sound, as if it might fall at any moment, and then fell silent after a while, seemingly completely broken down.
After getting out of the elevator, Hu Jiu headed towards the end of the fourth-floor corridor.
What's strange is that the entire fourth floor is very clean and tidy, as if it's cleaned and used every day; the floor is so shiny you can see your face reflected in it.
However, the entire corridor was empty, and the doors to every room were closed. Apart from Hu Jiu, there was no one else there.
Only the room at the end of the corridor had its door ajar, letting in a sliver of orange light.
Hu Jiu walked forward cautiously. The nurses' station on the fourth floor was brand new, but there was no trace of human habitation.
All the wards they passed were empty, but as Hu Jiu passed one of them, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.
When I turned around to look closely, I found that the room was empty except for a lonely hospital bed.
Hu Jiu pushed open the door to the ward, and found a stained piece of paper hidden under the pillow on the hospital bed.
The paper was yellowed, suggesting it was quite old, and many words were written on it in hasty handwriting.
Hu Jiu pulled out the paper and could barely make out what was written on it.
"This is a miracle!"
"To bring the dead back to life, to heal the bones!"
"To restore the health of patients diagnosed with terminal illnesses, to pull the dying back from the Hell —this is an irresistible temptation for most doctors."
"Before meeting him, I scoffed at all things supernatural and ghostly. But that day, when I witnessed him save a dying veteran, I suddenly realized how shallow I had been."
"How could such miraculous power be granted to a despicable person? How unjust is Heaven!"
"Although he is an investor in the hospital, I really can't condone his character. I heard he used to be a poor, unemployed bum, and I don't know how he suddenly became rich."
"I suspect his wealth may be related to that kind of magical ability."
I did everything I could to gain his trust and become one of his confidants.
"Gradually, I noticed something strange: he could quickly heal other people's injuries and illnesses, but his own condition was getting worse and worse."
"As his confidant, when I examined him, I found that his heartbeat was very slow, only a quarter of the normal rate, and his body temperature was also very low, even in summer, it was lower than the ambient temperature."
"His face was always pale and ashen, almost like a dead person in the morgue. Occasionally, you could even smell the stench of a corpse. Sometimes I felt like he was a living dead."
"Later, his health deteriorated further, and he exuded a terrifying aura that made the living uncomfortable. For some reason, he requested to be hospitalized."
"During his hospitalization, he did not receive any treatment; he simply did strange things in his ward and occasionally interacted with young nurses or patients."
"He died, but I didn't dare tell anyone because I felt he wasn't really dead. His family was so busy fighting over the inheritance that they didn't notice his body disappeared after it was put back in the coffin at the funeral hall."
"Later, many strange things happened in the hospital. Every year, several nurses, doctors, patients, and even cleaners would have accidents; they would either die, be injured, or go insane. Without exception, all of these people had visited his former ward."
"I converted that hospital room into a storage room, but it didn't make much of a difference."
"Actually, his will stipulated that his money should be used to maintain the operation of Green Fir Private Hospital after his death. His family verbally agreed readily, but as soon as he breathed his last, they reneged on their promise, and the whole family came up with all sorts of tricks to deal with the inheritance."
"I think it's a good thing that the hospital went out of business. He seems to have done something shady, which is why strange things kept happening in the hospital. It's a pity he didn't foresee that everything would spiral out of control after his death."
Although the handwriting on the paper was messy and illegible, the content was quite complete, giving off a chilling feeling upon closer inspection.
Based on the description, Hu Jiu could deduce that "he" was the investor who died at Green Fir Private Hospital.
"This investor is most likely a Ghost Tamer, and his ability seems to be 'healing.' The person who recorded all this is probably the dean."
"A healing-type Fierce Ghost?"
"No, that's not right! Supernatural are harmful to the living. Even if the living benefit temporarily, they will ultimately face adversity, unless they stop being human!"
"Fierce Ghost capable of healing injuries and illnesses will undoubtedly bring unknown dangers, and may even result in extremely heavy costs, just like those medical staff who died or went insane."
"It's strange that he continued to keep Green Mountain Private Hospital running even after his death."
Thinking of this, Hu Jiu unconsciously thought of some evil rituals that required sacrificing living people to achieve their goals.
But none of that matters. Hu Jiu's main purpose for this mission is to catch ghosts and rescue people. He doesn't know where that person named Kang Yu is now.
Thinking it over, Hu Jiu left the ward and walked towards the end of the corridor.
The half-open door seemed to have opened a little more, Hu Jiu quickened his pace to the door.
The door itself was ordinary, with nothing unusual about it, and could be opened with a gentle push.
It wasn't a storage room, but a spacious room containing some medical equipment he didn't recognize, as well as a hospital bed.
The most eye-catching thing was a huge transparent jar in the corner, filled with a murky, pale yellow liquid, like muddy pond silt. You could vaguely see a human-shaped shadow floating inside.
A corpse? Or Fierce Ghost?
Hu Jiu leaned closer for a closer look, and the murky liquid inside seemed to be stimulated, suddenly trembling and writhing.
A pale, rotting face was suddenly pressed against the inner wall of the transparent container. A pair of eyes filled with resentment stared intently at Hu Jiu, and a sound came from its mouth opening and closing...