Chapter 185 God of Plague
Chapter 185 God of Plague
After breakfast, Ning Zhe coaxed Zhang Hanying and Zhang Yunwen back to the hotel, and went to meet Bai Zhi alone.
After not seeing her for a long time, Bai Zhi looked a little haggard, with faint dark circles under her eyes on her thin face, and it seemed that she had poor sleep quality.
The place where the two met was an unremarkable breakfast shop in the old town of Yundu City. It was hidden in a winding alley, but the business was very good and was crowded with neighbors living nearby early in the morning.
Bai Zhi sat at a table and chair in the corner against the wall and yawned sleepily, feeling a little listless. The proprietress wearing an apron brought a bowl of steaming hot mutton to the table. Bai Zhi rubbed her eyes and perked up. She picked up her chopsticks and spoon and looked at Ning Zhe who was sitting opposite her: "Have you had breakfast? Do you want one too?"
"I just ate in the New City District, no need." Ning Zhe shook his head.
"The food in the new city is not as good as the food in the old city." Bai Zhi took a sip of the clear soup with a spoon and said softly, "Most of the restaurants in the new city are places that rip off tourists. You can only find good food in places like this where Yundu locals eat."
Ning Zhe smiled and said, "Which city is not like this?"
"That's true..." Bai Zhi picked up a piece of mutton and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing and saying:
"I've been having the same dream recently... I dreamed that I was lying in a hospital ward wearing a hospital gown. The floor and ceiling were pure white and looked very clean, but the walls were covered with large patches of mold, like moldy tangerines left in humid weather...
The rest of the fruit is still shiny, sweet and juicy, but there is one spot that is rotten, rotten from the skin to the heart. The air is filled with a sweet and sour smell of decay, and mold spores are everywhere. "
Listening to Bai Zhi's ambiguous description, Ning Zhe couldn't help but think of an eroded face covered with acne, scars and rashes.
That was Yin Lishang’s face.
Ning Zhe still remembers that when he first met Feng Yuxu, her aunt once told him that her relationship with her daughter was quite distant, just like strangers. Her daughter would sometimes be nervous and say weird words that people couldn't understand, which made her, as a mother, worried and she even couldn't help but sneak a peek at her daughter's diary.
Now it seems that Bai Zhi's mysterious words were not just sleep talk, but the information contained in them was simply incomprehensible to ordinary people.
"Then what?" Ning Zhe asked, "Are there any precautions that need to be observed in this dream?"
Bai Zhi thought about it and shook her head. "There wasn't a very specific warning of 'never doing something', but when I was lying on the hospital bed, I felt very... exhausted. I was so tired that I didn't want to do anything, didn't want to think about anything, and even... didn't want to recover from this serious illness."
After saying that, Bai Zhi carefully considered her words and added, "But I don't want to continue being sick like this. It seems that if I keep lying in bed, something irreversible will happen."
Ning Zhe took a deep breath, thoughtfully.
Can't stay sick, but don't want to get well either... is that right?
"Anything else?" Ning Zhe asked.
Bai Zhi shook her head: "No. I've been having the same dream recently. I've been lying on the same hospital bed, but I can't get up."
Lying in bed and sleeping and dreaming about lying in bed, she has been living in such an abstract way during this period. "Okay, I understand." Ning Zhe nodded and stood up: "I will try to see if I can handle this matter properly, so that you don't have to have nightmares every day."
"Well... thank you?" Bai Zhi looked up at him and blinked, her cheeks bulging with mutton.
"You're welcome, because this is what I should do." Ning Zhe stood up and left the breakfast shop. The young man's body turned into a butterfly and disappeared in the winding alleys of the old city.
Later that day, the butterfly landed on the windowsill on the second floor of Yundu City Hospital.
Tap—his two feet landed on the tiled floor of the corridor. Ning Zhe walked out of the blind spot of surveillance, exposing himself to the camera's field of vision. He waved his hand gently and walked towards the elevator.
When he entered the elevator, a guard in uniform and wearing bone conduction headphones was already waiting there. The guard nodded slightly to Ning Zhe, then pressed the button for the 5th floor and sent him to a young man in a Zhongshan suit.
"You're here really early. It seems like you're very interested in that ghost." Lan Shiwen stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ning Zhe, then turned around to lead the way. As he walked, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's indeed a very interesting ghost. No wonder you're so interested in it."
Now most of the medical staff and patients in the hospital have been evacuated and moved to other hospitals in the same city. Only a few critically ill patients who are inconvenient to move remain in the ward, as well as some basic medical staff who are responsible for taking care of them.
But unexpectedly, the conditions of these seriously ill patients who were on the same floor as Yin Lishang were surprisingly stable. The patients who were originally on the verge of death and were already receiving hospice care also stopped deteriorating in their condition, which was swaying like a candle in the wind. This made their attending doctors want to give them another try to rescue them and see if they could save them.
"I advise you not to think about it." Ning Zhe shook his head and said, "It would be best to evacuate all the patients who are still in this hospital as much as possible."
"If we withdraw, some people might die." Lan Shiwen frowned and said, "Some of them were already in critical condition. The reason they are still alive is simply because of the influence of the Plague God."
——The God of Plague is a temporary name given by Yunzhou to Yin Lishang, a ghost related to birth, aging, sickness and death. It is also a code name.
"You also know that it is the God of Plague." Ning Zhe sighed and said, "Your voice is a little hoarse, do you have a cold?"
"I caught a cold. I was doing some work in Yongzhou some time ago. I flew here overnight after I learned about the incident at the hospital. It's a mild cold, nothing serious." Lan Shiwen said, his expression became subtle: "But it's strange, it's just a slight cold, I took medicine and rested normally, but this minor cold has not healed after so many days."
Ning Zhe did not respond to his words, but continued to speak on his own: "I took a brief look at the conditions of those critically ill patients on the way here. Their vital signs are indeed very stable, and their conditions have not continued to worsen - but they just haven't worsened."
Not getting worse, not getting better.
The stability they possess is poor stability.
"You should leave early, too, Lan Shiwen. As long as you stay by the side of the God of Plague, your cold will never heal." Ning Zhe said softly, "The same goes for those seriously ill patients."
(End of this chapter)