Hospital 444
Chapter 234 - 25 Cursed Painting

Chapter 234: Chapter 25 Cursed Painting

At this time, at Fang Zhou’s home.

Wen Xiaoshu and Fang Zhou were each typing on a laptop screen.

Initially, Wen Xiaoshu had planned to spend New Year’s Eve with Fang Zhou, but the countdown show was too boring, full of talentless pop idols. Thus, she decided to write her novel first and return to watch the countdown later.

Having the opportunity to write ancient language novels again, and finally able to publish under her pen name instead of ghostwriting for others, Wen Xiaoshu was quite excited.

But just as she was bursting with inspiration, she suddenly heard a sound like a telephone ring from behind her.

Wen Xiaoshu instinctively turned her head to look.

At that moment, Fang Zhou was sitting on a sofa, also with a laptop, from which the ringing was coming.

Fang Zhou accepted a video call request from Dai Lin on the laptop screen.

"Dai Lin?"

What could he want now?

Fang Zhou answered the video call.

Dai Lin contacting so late must mean there was something important he wanted to discuss.

"Dr. Fang," Dai Lin said anxiously, "I’m sorry for contacting you so late, but there’s something I need to ask you about."

Dai Lin had asked Xie Chengjun, but the latter refused to agree, hence Dai Lin couldn’t leave the hospital to find Pan Yizhen.

After much consideration, he decided to contact Fang Zhou to inquire about Dai Ming’s condition.

"Which patient is it? Is it the one who just had the liver transplant surgery?"

As soon as Fang Zhou said this, Dai Lin understood that perhaps there were other family members around Fang Zhou, making it inconvenient for him to speak freely.

"Yes, it is..."

"In that case, I’ll come to the hospital now. Wait for me for a moment."

"But if we’re discovered interacting..."

"You wait for me in the first-floor stairwell of the inpatient department, and I’ll drop something off for you."

Then, without waiting for Dai Lin to reply, he hung up the video call to prevent any objections.

After all, a Paranormal Doctor doesn’t need to sleep; the patients always come first.

"You’re going to the hospital now?" Wen Xiaoshu quickly said, "It’s so late already! You’re a clinic doctor, not an emergency doctor!"

To Wen Xiaoshu’s knowledge, it was only the emergency department or resident doctors who would be this busy. Why was Fang Zhou, having reached the position of department deputy head, still rushing to the hospital so late?

"Patient health comes first; it doesn’t matter what kind of doctor I am," Fang Zhou firmly said. "Ah Shu, you don’t need to wait for me; you should go to sleep first."

Fang Zhou quickly started to get dressed. He knew Dai Lin well and understood that unless it was a very tricky situation, Dai Lin wouldn’t bother him so late.

"Then, go and come back quickly."

"You really don’t need to wait for me, Ah Shu."

After seeing Fang Zhou to the door, Wen Xiaoshu watched him leave and began to mutter to herself, "Actually, I was hoping you’d call me ’Xiaoshu’..."

Once Fang Zhou got into the elevator and the doors closed, he mentally prepared himself and teleported back to the hospital.

Back at the hospital, Fang Zhou hastened his steps towards the inpatient department.

After midnight, doctors must leave the clinic area; this is a rule established by the hospital director. No one can defy it!

Passing through the connecting bridge between the clinic building and the inpatient department and entering the inpatient building, Fang Zhou quickly went to meet up with Dai Lin, knowing where Dai Lin was on duty that day.

As Fang Zhou entered the inpatient department, he saw that the faces of his doctors and nurses had all changed.

"Deputy Director Fang?"

"Deputy Director Fang!"

Seeing Fang Zhou, each of them greeted him with fear and respect; after all, he was the hospital’s top surgeon, and nobody dared to disrespect him.

But... what was more important was that they didn’t understand why Fang Zhou was there. It was just a regular ward! What situation would require their ’big shot’ to come and handle? Could it be that some powerful evil spirit had entered the regular ward?

Many nurses were gossiping among themselves.

"That’s Deputy Director Fang Zhou, right?"

"Indeed... the deputy head of the Department of Fierce Spirits, one of the most formidable doctors in our hospital!"

"Why did he come to the general inpatient area? There’s no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

"Could it be possible that there are fierce ghosts or evil spirits here?"

"Even if there were fierce ghosts, it wouldn’t be his turn to show up, and evil spirits... that’s impossible, impossible!"

Shortly afterwards, everyone suddenly saw Fang Zhou walk towards the staircase.

The closer he got to the staircase, the greater the number of wandering spirits. And as Fang Zhou arrived, most of the wandering spirits retreated in fear, not a single one daring to approach!

At that moment, Fang Zhou was holding his phone to his ear and said, "You’ve arrived? Good."

Then, Fang Zhou entered the stairwell and gripped his right hand’s ring finger before viciously breaking it!

As long as it was an external injury that bled, Fang Zhou never felt pain.

He made sure no one followed him, and then threw it down through the gap between the stair handrails.

After that, his right ring finger rapidly regrew. Then Fang Zhou stepped out of the stairwell and approached a nurse, saying, "Sorry for causing unnecessary panic."

"No, it’s alright..." the nurse asked nervously, "Deputy Director Fang, why have you come to our department?"

"I’ve been researching some special cases and wanted to take a look in the general ward area," Fang Zhou replied with the excuse he had prepared in advance. "After all, you all know that most evil spirits originate from wandering spirits and resentful spirits."

"I see..." The nurse felt relieved, for if an evil spirit had invaded the general ward, few of them nurses would likely have survived.

Meanwhile... downstairs.

Dai Lin had obtained Fang Zhou’s severed finger and brought it to Dai Ming’s hospital room.

"Dai Ming, I found a doctor I trust to take a look at you."

Truth be told... after everything that had happened, Dai Lin’s trust in the hospital’s doctors had eroded. Song Min, although a doctor, clearly had no medical ethics to speak of; thus, Xie Chengjun, seen as her protégé, was naturally hard for Dai Lin to trust!

Now, in this hospital, the only doctor Dai Lin could fully trust, who was also highly skilled, was Fang Zhou.

"Don’t be afraid just yet."

Dai Lin sat in front of Dai Ming’s hospital bed and took out the bloodied severed finger.

Between the joints of the severed finger, a crack appeared, and then the crack slowly widened into an eye!

"Holy shit..."

Dai Ming turned pale with fright and said, "What, what the hell is this???"

Dai Lin quickly explained, "We, Paranormal Doctors, are also called Imitators of Ghosts; our bodies are implanted with cursed objects, and through these objects, we can possess abilities similar to ghosts and evil spirits."

"This, this isn’t a ghost?"

Strictly speaking, it could indeed be considered a ghost.

The cursed object itself is a thing of evil spirit curses. If the curse were to awaken, it could transform into a real ghost.

"Don’t worry, it won’t harm you," Dai Lin assured Dai Ming. "You might not trust anyone else, but don’t you trust me?"

"Right, right..."

Then, Dai Lin brought the eye that had grown from the finger close to Dai Ming while also allowing the severed finger to scrutinize Dai Ming’s painting carefully.

Dai Lin let it examine the painting for roughly ten minutes before his phone rang.

"Dai Lin." Fang Zhou’s voice came from the other end of the phone, "I have finished looking."

"How... how is it?" Dai Lin was also quite anxious.

If Xie Chengjun could detect a problem just by looking, theoretically, Fang Zhou should be able to do the same.

"Listen to me... Dai Lin... the situation is indeed not very optimistic," Fang Zhou said.

Hearing this, Dai Lin’s heart skipped a beat.

"Fang, Doctor Fang, just tell me straight," Dai Lin urged.

After a moment of silence, Fang Zhou said, "The paintings he draws inherently act like a type of cursed object."

"Cursed..." Dai Lin looked at the painting, shocked, "What are you saying?"

"Of course, it’s not a cursed object that has been sealed and restricted by the Department of Cursed Objects. And strangely, the painting itself does not pose any inherent danger."

"What does that mean?"

"On one hand, it means that it might be difficult to treat him using known cursed objects. On the other hand, it may also be hard to make a definitive diagnosis. This is the most troublesome part. But such a cursed object is really rare; I’m not in the Department of Cursed Objects, so I can’t give you any constructive advice on this matter."