In the corridor, Yan Sinian was stopped by several interns.
"Dr. Xiaoyan, I would like to ask you about..."
Likened to a pine or a cypress, Yan Sinian stood straight as an arrow.
Even with no expression on his face, the words he uttered inexplicably entrusted people with trust and comfort.
People’s Hospital already had the highly skilled physician Yan Qiying, and his son was no less competent, also known as Dr. Xiaoyan.
He was still very young and according to seniority, should still be following his mentor and observing.
Yet he had already taken the lead in many highly complex surgeries.
Even in a surgery that even Yan Qiying shook his head at, thinking there was little hope, Dr. Xiaoyan managed to snatch the patient back from the clutches of the Death God.
No, Dr. Xiaoyan did not like the term Death God; it should be from the hands of King Yama.
Even though he appeared somewhat aloof, because Yan Sinian possessed true skill and never skimped on sharing and answering questions, he was very popular in the hospital.
Many people planned to introduce their younger relatives to Yan Sinian.
It didn’t matter if he was a bit cold, for it’s said that strong women fear persistent men—no, cold men fear infatuated women.
His father had been won over by someone, and it was only a matter of time before Yan Sinian had his defenses broken as well.
Passing by, an elderly doctor held this thought in mind and walked over, smiling broadly.
Before he could finish, Yan Sinian suddenly interrupted him.
"I’m sorry, Director Chen, something has suddenly come up on my end."
The elderly doctor’s face stiffened and he touched his nose.
Huh? Was it possible that his smiling face had rippled too much, giving his thoughts away?
In fact, Yan Sinian did have something urgent.
The Sound Transmission Talisman on Yao Dongdong’s back came into effect.
Yan Sinian headed to the duty room.
He listened intently and carefully to every word.
In the beginning, it was all nonsense, with Yao Dongdong chattering away like a sparrow welcoming spring.
It made Yan Sinian frown continuously, feeling an urge to mute the sound.
Yan Qiying answered her intermittently, but his voice grew slower and slower.
"Dr. Yan, I’m almost home now, thank you for walking me."
Like a rusty cog, it was only after a moment that Yan Qiying managed to churn out the words one by one.
Though only three words, they took a full ten seconds to say.
Yao Dongdong’s voice suddenly became panicked, "Mom, the Curse Technique seems to be losing its effect, Dr. Yan’s gaze just now was a bit like before..."
A middle-aged woman’s voice answered her, very hoarse as if her vocal cords had been damaged.
"Yan Qiying has a strong will, it’s inevitable that this would happen. Besides, he’s already a dying man, why bother with such things."
"Don’t... Mom... Let’s switch to someone else, please? I like Dr. Yan, I’m begging you."
What responded to her was the loud sound of a slap.
"It was you who turned love into hate at the beginning, and it is you who want to have second thoughts now, you useless thing! Yan Qiying is cold-hearted and never regarded you too highly. It’s better to Refine his soul, so he can stay with you day and night indefinitely."
Yao Dongdong let out a faint sob, "But I can’t bear it, and besides, you have to suffer tortures if you want to perform that ritual... Dr. Yan will..."
The middle-aged woman scoffed, "You’ve known about this for a long time, haven’t you? Take advantage of these few days while he still listens to you to lure him to your house. The earlier this matter is resolved, the earlier I can be at ease. Otherwise, we might face a mishap like five years ago, failing at the last moment."
Yao Dongdong still tried to make a final effort, "Isn’t it true that we haven’t gathered that wretched girl’s soul yet? Maybe we should wait a bit longer, and if it really doesn’t work out, could we use Yan Sinian’s soul in place of his father’s? They belong to the same bloodline..."
"Didn’t you say you felt uneasy whenever you saw Yan Sinian? Even though I haven’t passed the Spell to you, our blood is connected, and your intuition is much keener than ordinary people’s. There must be something peculiar about Yan Sinian, and it’s better to keep our distance. Moreover, his age doesn’t match up."
"As for the girl’s soul, hmph, if it comes down to it, I’ll personally go and collect it."
After listening for a moment, Yan Sinian finally confirmed that the woman called "Mom" by Yao Dongdong was the master of the Ghost Mirage from five years ago!