Chapter 109: The Mysterious Night Visit

  At the time of the Purple Fire spacecraft taking off, Li Ling was unconscious, so he missed the most spectacular moment of the Purple Fire spacecraft taking off.

  Of course, half a month later, Li Ling woke up and gradually recovered his physical strength. Man Tuo Luo expressionlessly told Li Ling what had happened after he was knocked unconscious, but it has to be said that Man Tuo Luo's storytelling really didn't have any flavor of storytelling, it just seemed like reading an essay. Li Ling would often fall asleep while listening, actually, Li Ling wanted Shan Tianfang to tell the story instead.

  "Li Ling, big brother, you're awake." An Jing wore a white knee-length dress and a pink ribbon hat today, carrying a plate of washed Xinjiang grapes from outside the private ward with a smile, seemingly in a good mood.

  "Woke up, spent the whole day sleeping and couldn't move, I feel like I'm suspected of being a pig. Plus, with Mandala's stiff mechanical voice, I almost fell asleep again." Li Ling self-mocked with a smile.

  "Mandrake's expression remained indifferent, and he said lightly: 'Junzhi, pigs get fatter when they lie down, but you get thinner.'"

  Not funny at all. Li Ling gave an awkward smile.

  "Li Ling big brother, are you still listening to Mandala sister telling you about what happened after you fainted?" Anjing came quietly with a smile and sat down elegantly on the chair beside the hospital bed.

  "Hmm... I think there are many doubts. Is Taotie really dead? Unfortunately, it wasn't me who killed him." Li Ling asked with a hint of regret.

  "Dead, dead without even a single dreg left." An quietly handed over a thumb-sized, bright red Xinjiang specialty grape.

  "Dead? But it still feels strange." Li Ling's mouth opened slightly in puzzlement, savoring the quiet as he fed himself grapes, crisp and sweet, not greasy. Li Ling ate continuously, praising them repeatedly.

  "Is it delicious?" An quietly handed over a grape and asked with a smile.

  Ever since Anjing returned from that ancient tomb, she has been more cheerful than before.

  "It's really delicious, Xinjiang grapes are indeed much better than those from other places." Li Ling couldn't help herself and took two more from the quiet plate.

  "Don't grab it with your hands, you haven't washed them, they're not clean, not hygienic."

  Li Ling used to not wash his hands before eating when he was in the countryside, but An Jing was a clean girl. Li Ling had no choice but to withdraw his hand and eat the two pieces he picked up, while the rest were fed to him by An Jing herself.

  However, while enjoying his rest, Li Ling would occasionally get up to exercise and stretch. Just as he was getting out of bed and walking to the door, a strange howling sound came from the private room across the hall.

  "Get out, all of you! I don't need treatment. Get out!"

  From the voice, it can be heard that he is a very old elderly person with a lot of fat and extremely poor complexion. Moreover, he looks like an extremely wealthy person, otherwise he would not be able to afford a private room in this hospital.

  "What's going on next door? Why is the old man opposite shouting loudly?" Li Ling stood at the door, her eyes staring at the ward across from hers.

  "I don't know, the old man who lives opposite always refuses to have a check-up at this time every day." She quietly picked up Li Ling's bed sheet, looking like a virtuous wife.

  "Refuse to have a check-up?" Li Ling was puzzled. Refusing to have a check-up, either he didn't trust the doctors here or this old man thought he was already terminally ill and had lost confidence in being cured. Many patients, after getting cancer, couldn't accept one round of chemotherapy after another and refused treatment, eventually dying from the illness.

  However, Li Ling did not mind and said it was a normal situation.

  But when two middle-aged doctors came out opposite, the conversation was.

  "This old man must be crazy, he said that someone came to visit him at night and told him that if this illness is not cured, he will go to heaven after death, but if it is cured, he will go to hell after death. Isn't this nonsense?" a young doctor said.

  "Ah, the patient's clinical presentation doesn't look too good. It's possible that he had a nightmare last night or is experiencing hallucinations." said another older doctor.

  "The problem with being a doctor is that comforting patients' emotions can be quite a chore." The young doctor shook his head and walked away with the older doctor.

  Li Ling clearly heard the conversation between the two people.

  "Did someone come to visit at night?" Li Ling became suspicious and then turned around to enter the room.

  "Man Tuo Luo, I have a question for you." Li Ling sat back on the bed, leaning against the folded quilt behind him.

  "What's wrong?" Mandala looked at Li Ling with a expressionless face.

  "Across the way, there's an old man's house. It's said that someone comes to visit him at night. Have you ever seen anyone visiting him at night?" Li Ling knew that from the moment he fell unconscious, Mandrake had been sitting here accompanying him.

  "None." Mandala replied simply.

  Li Ling nodded slightly. Since Mandala said there wasn't, then there wasn't. Moreover, the old patient opposite might have really been due to his serious illness, having nightmares or hallucinations at night.

  "But this old man will talk in his sleep at night." Mandala's hearing was very keen, and it was normal for her to hear the slight movements on the other side of the wall.

  "What did he mutter?" Li Ling continued: "What will he be talking about in his sleep tonight?"

  "Li Ling, big brother, don't bother with other people's business, take care of yourself first. Besides, I had a nightmare last night." Anjing actually didn't like Li Ling meddling in others' affairs.

  "Personal curiosity is too heavy, sorry." Li Ling smiled slightly and stopped asking, only furrowing his brow in contemplation.

  In the hospital, a day passes slowly, except for examinations, it's just lying in bed, bored watching TV, reading newspapers.

  It was nighttime again, and I couldn't sleep.

  And Anjing also opened a sickroom nearby, as her own temporary bedroom, which is also considered the privilege of being the general's daughter.

  Around midnight at twelve o'clock, there was a rustling sound coming from the opposite side. Listening to the footsteps, it seemed that the old patient had gotten up and was pacing back and forth in the sickroom.

  Li Ling curiously asked: "What is that old man doing?"

  "I don't know." Mandala peeled an apple, but unfortunately, she treated the apple as a watermelon and cut it into eight pieces without peeling the skin.

  "It can't be sleepwalking, right?" Li Ling calmed down and gradually increased her hearing, only to hear the old man opposite her constantly shouting: "I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to go to hell."

  "Don't come over here, I don't want to go to hell, no."

  Li Ling saw that the old man opposite him had a hurried tone, but his voice was not loud, seemingly because of physical weakness, so he couldn't shout loudly.

  Then the old man rang the bell, a night nurse immediately came over from the nurse's station, opened the opposite ward to see what had happened, but as soon as she opened it, the nurse on the opposite side let out a sharp cry and immediately called the doctor on duty.

  Li Ling heard that scream and was certain something had happened. He immediately jumped out of bed and rushed towards the opposite ward.

  As soon as Li Ling arrived at the ward, he covered his nose, because the whole room was filled with the smell of feces. Had this old man's illness already progressed to the point where he had lost control of his bowels?

  On the bed, the old patient lay on the bed with continuous spasms, his face severely distorted, and white foam constantly spouting from the corners of his mouth, looking a bit like rabies.

  Li Ling immediately came to the old man's side, grasped his wrist, and transmitted a stream of true energy into him. The old man finally relaxed, gradually recovering, and his breathing was no longer disordered and urgent.

  When the doctor and nurse arrived with equipment, Li Ling had already helped the old patient onto the hospital bed and covered him with a quilt.

  The nurse saw that the old patient was already sleeping peacefully and became suspicious.

  The old doctor immediately came to the bedside of the elderly patient, took his pulse and listened to the diagnosis, everything returned to normal.

  "Who is this?" The doctor looked at Li Ling with a puzzled expression.

  "Oh, I'm from the opposite ward. I just heard this nurse shouting, so I came over to take a look." Li Ling smiled and said.

  "He's fine now, nothing's wrong." The old doctor looked at Li Ling with a puzzled expression, feeling that there was something strange about him.

  Li Ling awkwardly shrugged and walked back to his own room, but there was a lingering doubt in Li Ling's mind. When he had just saved the old man from the tiger's mouth, there was a strange power that had grown inside the old man's body.

  I hope it's just being overly cautious! Li Ling turned around and took a glance at the elderly patient sleeping peacefully on the bed.

  Li Ling returned to his own ward, still frowning.

  "Jun Ze, if you don't go to sleep now, I'll be the one sleeping." Mandala gazed coldly at Li Ling.

  "Are you tired?" Li Ling said.

  "No, I won't be sleeping. I just wanted to advise you to go to sleep," said Mandrake.

  "Your way of advising people to sleep is really strange." Li Ling sighed helplessly.

  "Well, in that case, I'll retell the story from earlier." Mandala took a good posture and prepared to continue telling the story.

  "Stop it, spare me." Li Ling waved his hands repeatedly, really unable to bear Mandrake's mechanical mouth.

  The next day, early morning.

  Li Ling was woken up by the noisy voices from across the room. The opposite ward seemed to be packed with doctors, who were in a state of emergency rescue.

  When Li Ling went to the door of that ward, the opposite ward had already pushed out a person covered with white cloth from inside. It was obvious that the patient was the one who had a sheep epilepsy last night.

  "Dead?" Li Ling was shocked and couldn't speak for a moment.

  "It's common for people to die, but we never expected that this patient would die so suddenly. It was probably a sudden cardiac death." The old doctor said as he came to Li Ling's side last night.

  "Are you the old doctor from last night?" Li Ling asked.

  "Are you the patient from last night?" said the old doctor.

  "Hello, I'm Li Ling." Li Ling extended his hand. "I'm Liu Xuanhu," said Liu Xuanhu, extending her own hand to shake hands with Li Ling.

  "Is it really the Suspended Pot that can save the world?" Li Ling asked in surprise.

  "Yes, but it's just hanging a pot after all. If it were really for the benefit of the world, that old patient wouldn't have died." Liu Xuanhu sighed slightly.

  "It's not entirely the doctor's fault either. Sometimes life and death are predetermined, and doctors can only make their last efforts." Li Ling said with a faint smile.

  "Yes." Liu Xuanhu looked at Li Ling and asked: "Did you notice any special symptoms in that old patient last night?"

  "Wow, it seems like someone really came to visit him last night, but it seemed quite mysterious?" Li Ling heard that the old patient kept shouting "don't go down to hell", guessing he had done too many bad things in his life.

  "What did you say?" Liu Xuanhu asked with a frown.

  "But what I'm saying, you may not believe." Li Ling said.

  "After experiencing so much life and death, what is there left to disbelieve?" Liu Xuanhu sighed faintly.

  "I suspect that this old patient had done too many bad things in his lifetime, and now he's just reaping what he sowed. Who knows, maybe last night was the ghost coming to collect his soul?" Li Ling said fearlessly, not caring if it would scare the doctor.