Small Stream City.
Hu Yang carried the nearly dissipating You Lan as he frantically searched for a clinic. Everyone he passed was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long while.
Only after Hu Yang had gone far away did they come back to their senses and blurt out a national curse. "Holy shit!"
"H-H-He..."
"Mom! A g-ghost... a ghost!"
"R-Run! Run! Run!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Before long, the entire street fell silent, not a soul in sight.
After searching several times, Hu Yang finally found a small clinic tucked away in some remote corner of Small Stream City.
Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed inside.
"Doctor! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Save her!"
The doctor sitting in the clinic was an Old Man with poor eyesight. Everything he saw was blurry, so he failed to notice that Hu Yang was holding a ghost.
He extended a finger, placed it upon You Lan's illusory wrist, and began taking her pulse.
Before long, he let out a sigh.
"Sigh... Prepare for the funeral. Forgive this Old Man for being powerless."
He was checking the pulse of thin air. It would have been strange if he could find anything.
Hu Yang did not make things difficult for the Old Man. He carried You Lan away with a sigh.
Back at the inn, he placed You Lan, who was about to scatter into countless Star Points, onto the bed and held her tightly.
When everyone in the inn saw Hu Yang carrying in a ghost, they fled far away. At this moment, Hu Yang was the only person left in the inn.
"You Lan, I... I'm useless. I can't save you."
"H-husband, You... You Lan doesn't blame... blame you... This... this is You Lan's... fate..."
After saying that, You Lan turned into Star Points and began