The Ghost Goes Mad at Night

The moment evening approached, the townspeople queuing outside Hundred Longevity Hall vanished without a trace.

Zhao Mou rubbed his shoulders, looking thoughtfully at the empty courtyard before him.

He had spent the better part of the day adapting to the work of a physician, considering himself to have thoroughly grasped the role of "Doctor Zhao" and having figured out many reasonable ways to slack off; from tomorrow onward, things should be much easier.

There were far too many patients in Fengtou Town than he had imagined, mostly trauma cases like broken arms and legs that did not quite fit the town's tranquil atmosphere, yet whenever he asked, the answer was always that it was an accident.

He originally thought that tonight would still be busy for a while, or at least until after the dinner hour—

Unexpectedly, the once-crowded queue dispersed like birds and beasts in the blink of an eye, and not even in a panicked rush either; the patients simply acted as if they realized they had forgotten they were sick once night fell, naturally walking back to their homes.

Strange.

Was there a rule in this place forbidding people from walking about after dark? Yet when he was gathering information during the day, no one had mentioned this point.

Just as he was pondering, Er Hong walked out from the back room: "Doctor Zhao, that young lady has woken up, and she wants to see you."

With that, he stepped aside, revealing the weak-looking Sea Sprite behind him.

"...Doctor, about my physical condition, could I talk to you for a bit?"

Zhao Mou smiled: "Naturally. Er Hong, go to the storehouse to sort the medicinal herbs and check today's accounts. I'll call you when you're needed."

"Oh, alright." Er Hong was a clever kid, and hearing that