"Dr. Yan? Are you okay?"
"Do you need to rest? Otherwise, I’ll take your shift today."
The voice reached his ears, sounding distant yet close at the same time.
Yan Qiying shook his head as if to cast off some indistinct thing from his mind.
The throbbing pain from the shaking brought a slight clarity to Yan Qiying.
Looking up, the young doctor beside him was watching with concern.
"I’m fine," Yan Qiying said with his trademark smile, "Don’t worry."
"That’s good. I saw Nurse Yao took a day off today, and I thought you might be troubled by that." Seeing Yan Qiying was indeed fine, the young doctor teased with a wry smile
In the hospital, nobody dared to joke with Yan Sinian, but they would occasionally jest with his father.
After all, Yan Qiying always wore a smile and never seemed to mind it.
However, this time Yan Qiying frowned slightly, "Nurse Yao? Am I close with her?"
The young doctor: "???" Weren’t the two of you inseparable these last few days?
As the young doctor looked at Yan Qiying once more, there was a hint of scorn as if seeing a cad, not expecting Dr. Yan to be such a person.
Dr. Yan tapped his forehead with his palm.
Strange, what had happened these past few days that he couldn’t remember?
His memory was fuzzy, as if his soul had left his body and was watching another self.
A self that liked Yao Dongdong.
Yan Qiying shivered involuntarily; it was too terrifying, he must have been dreaming.
"Father." Yan Sinian knocked lightly on the open door and entered.
The young doctor hurriedly excused himself and left.
For some reason, despite Dr. Xiaoyan’s young age, there was an inexplicable sense of dread about him, and it seemed as if the temperature dropped a few degrees wherever he went.
Making it impossible for anyone to slack off...
"Sinian, why didn’t you go home today?" Yan Qiying dismissed his previous thoughts and looked at his son with a beaming smile.
"I came to take over your shift."
"Me? That’s not necessary..." Yan Qiying felt that even though his head had been a bit cloudy earlier, he was now completely fine.
"I think it would be better for you to go home and rest," Yan Sinian declared unequivocally.
Yan Qiying scratched his head and decided not to argue further.
It seemed his son had grown up and learned to care for him, which made him feel a little happy.
"Alright, but according to the duty roster, you were also at the hospital yesterday, right? Can you handle two days in a row?"
Yan Sinian gave him a look, and Yan Qiying raised his hands in surrender.
"A man should never say he can’t manage, I get it."
A painfully lame joke, so Yan Sinian didn’t even bother with a courtesy laugh.
But this was good; things were getting back to normal.
That’s why Curse Techniques of evil cultivators were the most disgusting.
Silent and insidious, they were nearly impossible to defend against, and even the little junior sister would have a hard time detecting them.
Watching his father leave, Yan Sinian sat down in a chair and closed his eyes to compose himself.
Tonight—there was likely to be a major battle.
The night deepened, and one light after another was extinguished.
The buildings seemed to sink into slumber, while the moon hung high in the sky, stealthily covered by a creeping cloud.
In the darkness, the visage of Li Sanniang grew increasingly sinister and horrifying.
When she smiled, the scar on her chin twisted as if it were alive.
She took a deep breath, her face showing an ecstatic expression.
To a Ghost Cultivator, the scent of a hospital was the most intoxicating.
The air was thick with the essence of the dying and the desperation.
In her eyes, tonight was a time to harvest.
Stepping into the hospital, Li Sanniang was enshrouded by swirling black mist that was terrifying to behold.
In the office, Yan Sinian suddenly opened his eyes.
Cold light filled his pupils.
Now that you’ve come, don’t even think about leaving.
Tonight, please step into the pot.