What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

After listening to Lao Zhang's words, I looked into his bloodshot but sincere eyes and felt a ripple in my heart.

The cause and effect in this world are sometimes just that mysterious.

A seemingly shrewd and worldly fat man inadvertently saves a soul on the verge of collapse.

I nodded slightly, a hint of respect for the director flashing in my eyes: "I see, I understand."

After saying goodbye to Lao Zhang in the corridor, I went down the stairs to the second basement level.

Pushing open that heavy security door, a familiar blast of cold air rushed in.

The morgue was quiet, with the pale white light of incandescent bulbs shining on rows of cold metal refrigerated cabinets, giving them a chilling gleam.

I walked to the duty room, picked up the work handover file on the table, and glanced through it briefly.

Well, I was shocked when I saw it!

The file contained a dense record of eighteen highly complex corpses that required special suturing!

Some were severely shattered due to car accidents, while others were completely disfigured after falling from a height.

There were even several bodies that had been submerged in water for a long time and were so large that they needed to be degassed and have their faces reconstructed.

I glanced at the registration dates; the oldest one had been sitting here for half a month.

I closed the file, and the scene that had just happened in the office involuntarily resurfaced in my mind.

Looking at the eighteen highly difficult tasks before me, I finally understood why Director Wang hadn't uttered a word or mentioned work at all.

So he was waiting for me here all along!

They know that as long as I come to report back from leave, I'll be the only one left to tackle these long-standing problems.

I shook my head helplessly, but a peaceful smile appeared on my lips.

Actually, this is quite good.

At least when dealing with someone like the director, there aren't as many other complicated issues.

If you have the ability, he will treat you well.

After that, I went into the changing room, changed into a white coat, put on a mask and double medical gloves, and began to work methodically.

Once I start working, I become completely immersed in that focused state.

The suture needles in his hands moved between the skin and flesh, piecing together the fragmented bodies little by little, trying to restore their dignity in life.

I was busy until 5:30 pm, the time to leave work.

With the boost from several breakthroughs in my strength, my ability to sew up corpses is now much faster than it was a year ago.

However, at that speed, my hands and feet were almost constantly moving.

Aside from eating, I didn't even have time to drink water.

And that's only half done, which is nine corpses.

I can't even imagine how long I would have been busy a year ago.

After taking off my stained gloves, I stretched my slightly sore neck.

Just then, Old Zhang came downstairs to deliver a standard cremation form.

Seeing that I was getting ready to change and leave, he smiled and said, "Xiao Chen, off work?"

"get off work."

I smiled at him, my tone very calm.

"If you're not proactive about leaving get off work, you've got a problem with your brain. You should just head home and rest."

That being said, it was just a joke.

Because I have important things to do tonight.

And so, I clocked out on time and drove back to Tingyuxuan.

After that, just like yesterday, I practiced breathing exercises for a while, and then drove around Jiangcheng "patrolling" the whole city.

The next day, I got up very early and went to the museum, where I continued to work hard.

Finally, before I left work in the afternoon, I managed to clean up all the remaining nine bodies.

On the morning of the third day, the family members who were initially upset quieted down after seeing the deceased's peaceful and intact appearance.

Some even presented the museum with banners.

Director Wang was overjoyed upon hearing the news.

That afternoon, he specifically sought me out, patted my shoulder, and beamed with pride.

They said they would definitely apply for a raise and a big bonus for me when it comes to year-end performance reviews.

However, I didn't take it too seriously. I simply nodded and thanked them calmly, then laughed it off.

After I finished all the backlog of work, the museum's operations returned to normal.

I'm not as busy as before. I handle one or two routine bodies each day, and spend the rest of my time sitting in the duty room drinking tea and reading newspapers.

As a result, I entered a very regular lifestyle.

During the day, I work at a funeral home, stitching up bodies that are physically incomplete.

When the night is deep and quiet, I will take that black bone needle and drive around the old city of Jiangcheng or the suburbs where yin energy gathers.

Once I find those wandering souls that meet the criteria, I will use bone needles in conjunction with evil energy to stitch their fragmented souls back together and send them to reincarnation.

As time went by, the mysterious, cool aura lingering between my eyebrows grew stronger and stronger.

It felt to me like it had gradually transformed from a cloud of mist into a clear spring.

I can feel that the reserves of this cool energy are gradually becoming enough to support me in starting the next stage of "Self-Sewing Technique".

Aside from my spiritual practice and work, I would occasionally visit Li Qing in a special ward at the First Municipal Hospital every day or two after get off work.

Security outside the ward was very tight, with special agents from the Folklore Bureau on duty day and night in shifts.

Li Qing lay in the hospital bed, and although he had not woken up, the instruments showed that his vital signs were very stable.

His complexion was also much rosier than when he had just returned from southern Xinjiang.

Jin Wanliang seems to be much more dedicated than I am, spending almost all his time at the hospital taking care of me.

Nine out of ten times I went back, I saw him.

They're either peeling an apple or reading a novel on their phone.

Every time he sees me come, he lowers his voice and complains to me about how terrible the hospital food is, and then naturally asks me to go out and buy some late-night snacks.

Days passed by like this, uneventful yet reassuring.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has quietly passed.

One afternoon in early August, the weather in Jiangcheng was rather muggy.

Large, dark clouds were gathering in the sky, seemingly brewing a downpour.

I just finished handling the body of an elderly person who died from a sudden heart attack, and I took off my white protective suit.

After washing my hands, I was about to go to the locker room to change into my own clothes and leave work.

Just then, the phone in the locker suddenly vibrated.

I opened the cabinet door, took out my phone and glanced at the screen. The caller ID showed Jin Wanliang.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, before I could even speak, Jin Wanliang's barely suppressed excitement came through the phone.

"Chen Yang! Hurry! Get to the hospital!"

His voice trembled slightly, and the faint beeping of medical equipment could be heard in the background.

Hearing his tone, my eyes narrowed, thinking something had happened to Li Qing, so I asked:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Li Qing! Li Qing's fucking awake!"

Jin Wanliang shouted excitedly on the other end of the phone, then seemed to realize that he couldn't make a lot of noise in the ward, so he quickly lowered his voice.

"When the nurse came to check on him just now, he suddenly opened his eyes and started cursing and saying he wanted to drink water."

"Come quickly, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor is giving him a full examination!"