Eight Days Later, Visiting Third Master Zhang

I was a doctor, and also a Taoist priest.

What I dealt with was birth, aging, illness, death, yin and yang, and all manner of eerie mysteries.

But I believed that whether one was a doctor or a Taoist priest,

whether wielding a scalpel or walking through darkness, the things we did were all matters of light.

Just as Zhang Yuchen had said in his hot-blooded, chuunibyou way, we were "arbiters of justice."

Three days passed, and Uncle Yu and Zhang Yuchen's conditions improved considerably.

Zhang Yuchen could already be discharged, though he could not engage in strenuous activity.

Uncle Yu still needed to be observed for another three days. If nothing unusual happened, he could be discharged as well.

At the same time, I returned to work at the hospital.

On my first day back, I went to the director's office.

The director did not ask about my work, nor did he ask about the work I had delayed these past days.

The first thing he asked was how Uncle Yu was doing.

It was clear that although the director and Uncle Yu were bitter rivals in online games,

privately, they were actually friends and kindred spirits.

After I explained Uncle Yu's situation to the director, he sent me back to work.

He did not ask a single question beyond that.

Work continued as usual, with no real differences or changes.

But during that time, I came across a news video online.

The video was about Shen Family Village.

It reported on the grand Qing dynasty tomb that had appeared after a landslide in Shen Family Village, saying that the tomb belonged to a prince...

There was also a reporter inside, holding a microphone as she interviewed an expert:

"Professor Ma, we heard that cigarette butts were found in