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

Although I could only see the back of its head and its broad silhouette...

But I recognized it at a glance; it was Jin Wanliang.

The usually shrewd and sophisticated Mr. Jin in Jiangcheng looked quite disheveled at this moment.

The clothes he was wearing were wrinkled, and his usually slicked-back hair was a bit messy, clearly because he hadn't had time to take care of it.

Looking at him like this, I knew he must have been guarding this place for a long time.

Moreover, it must have been because he was extremely exhausted that he fell asleep by the bedside.

I opened my mouth, wanting to wake him, but my throat was so dry it felt like I'd been baking in the desert for three days, and I could only manage a faint hissing sound.

Just as I was about to give up and try to lift that heavy hand to pat the fat man,

The heavy, soundproof door to the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside without warning.

With the sound of the door hinges turning, a figure that was all too familiar strode in.

It's Li Qing.

He was wearing a loose gray tracksuit, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

Two obvious dark circles were visible under his eyes.

Clearly, he hasn't slept much these past few days.

However, he exuded a vibrant energy.

Li Qing was carrying several transparent plastic bags in each hand, filled with steaming hot buns and soy milk.

The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the ward, stimulating my empty stomach.

Before he had even fully entered the room, his loud voice had already exploded in the ward, so loud that my ears were ringing.

"Fatty Jin! Wake up! Get up and have breakfast!"

Li Qing shouted loudly as he walked inside.

"I ran through three blocks and queued for half an hour to finally buy the crab roe buns you specifically asked for. Hurry up and eat them while they're hot..."

Li Qing's words were cut short as if some invisible force had suddenly grabbed his neck.

As he walked to the foot of the hospital bed, his bloodshot eyes, swollen from days of staying up late, met my newly opened eyes the instant he swept over the bed.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Jin Wanliang was awakened by Li Qing's loud voice. He was rubbing his eyes and lifting his head in a daze, still mumbling something indistinctly.

Li Qing, on the other hand, stood frozen in place as if he had been frozen in place.

The plastic bag in his hand made a slight rustling sound, and his mouth opened slightly as he stood there stunned for two or three seconds.

Then, a scream that could have blown the roof off burst from his mouth.

"Holy crap!! Old Chen! You're awake?!"

Li Qing's powerful "Damn it!" was like a thunderclap in the quiet ICU.

Jin Wanliang, who was still lying on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes in a daze, was startled by the shout.

His chubby body instantly lost its balance, and he and the chair tumbled to the ground with a dull thud.

"Oh my goodness, an earthquake?!"

Jin Pangzi lay sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up using both hands and feet, while frantically shouting.

But the commotion also immediately alerted the medical staff outside the door.

Before Jin Wanliang could even stand up properly, the heavy soundproof door to the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Two doctors in white coats and three nurses carrying medical trays rushed in, looking anxious.

"What's going on? Is the patient experiencing a rejection reaction?"

An elderly doctor with gold-rimmed glasses and gray hair, who was at the head of the group, walked quickly to the bedside and asked sternly.

Li Qing realized what was happening and quickly put the steamed buns and soy milk she was carrying on the coffee table next to her.

He took two steps back, somewhat embarrassed, and pointed at me, saying:

"No, no, doctor, he... he opened his eyes!"

Upon hearing this, several medical staff immediately surrounded them.

The old doctor deftly opened my eyelids, shone a small flashlight into my pupils, and then carefully checked the vital signs data on the instruments next to me.

Then, he extended two fingers and placed them on the pulse point on my wrist, closed his eyes, and carefully felt it.

I lay in bed, not moving much, and cooperated with the doctor's examination.

Not long after, the old doctor released his grip and let out a long breath.

He took off his glasses and wiped them, and a relieved smile finally appeared on his previously tense face.

"A miracle, what a miracle!"

The old doctor looked at me with amazement in his eyes.

"He suffered such severe internal injuries, yet he woke up so quickly."

Young man, your vitality is the strongest I have ever seen in my more than 30 years of medical practice.

It appears you are now completely out of danger; what follows is a long period of rest and recovery.

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Li Qing and Jin Wanliang, who were standing to the side, both breathed a sigh of relief.

Fatty Jin patted his chest exaggeratedly, looking like he was thanking God.

Afterwards, the doctor gave a few brief instructions, such as "only liquid food is allowed" and "do not use your internal energy," and then left the ward with the nurses, leaving us alone.

The ward door closed again.

Li Qing walked quickly to the bedside and looked down at me.

A hint of tears flickered in his bloodshot eyes, but his words remained sharp and unforgiving:

"Old Chen, you're incredibly lucky!"

I thought this time I'd have to pick out a prime location for you in Jiangcheng.

"But if you really die in Qing Shi Town, neither Fatty Jin nor I will even have a place to collect your body."

Jin Wanliang also came over and started rambling on:

"Thank goodness, Brother Chen, you're finally awake! Thank goodness..."

Looking at these two chattering people in front of me, a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

I opened my mouth wide, trying to make my voice sound as steady as possible, and spoke slowly.

"I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

The King of Hell thought my cooking was too good and feared I would steal the jobs of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons, so he sent me back.

Hearing my weak joke, Li Qing couldn't help but laugh and scold me, forcibly suppressing the tears welling up in his eyes.

He turned and walked to the coffee table, picked up the soy milk, inserted a straw and drank it, trying to hide the strange thing about him.

"By the way, how long did I sleep? Where am I?"

After a pause, I looked around the extremely high-standard VIP ward and asked softly.

Li Qing put down her soy milk, stuffed a crab roe bun into her mouth, and answered indistinctly:

"You have been unconscious for five whole days."

This is Xingcheng, Hunan Province, a private hospital under the jurisdiction of the Provincial Bureau of Folklore.