Hospital 444
Chapter 325 - 12: The Witch

Chapter 325: Chapter 12: The Witch

Feng Xiao lay in a very spacious massage bathtub.

His body was long and lean, his muscles well-defined—especially the eight sculpted abs on his stomach that could make countless lovesick girls scream as if he were a male god from a Korean drama.

Feng Xiao usually took showers, but occasionally when he wanted to calm his mind, he’d opt for a bath.

His eyes were always a dim gray, so much so that many who saw them for the first time wondered if he was blind, while those in the hospital believed his eyes belonged to some potent cursed object.

But this cursed object came with a terrible side effect.

That was, he could never forget anything his eyes had seen, no matter how many years passed. He could always remember every detail vividly, each moment deeply etched in his memory.

Any book, paper, or news—if read once, he’d never have to read it again. To students and scholars, it was a godsend ability.

But for a paranormal doctor, it was a curse. No matter how many horrific and cruel scenes he had witnessed, he could recall each one with perfect clarity. For a Curse Object Department doctor, this was all the more true.

Even now... he could still clearly remember that terrifying scene.

Every single detail, he remembered clearly to this day.

"Feng Xiao, please help me."

Back then, Jiang Licheng had hatched a plan for revenge.

"I can’t let Liang Luanxu go!"

In many people’s eyes, Liang Luanxu was perfect in every way—truly a typical winner in life’s assembly.

But after the incident, investigations revealed her house to be full of books related to witchcraft, black magic, demonology, voodoo, and various other occult volumes, alongside oddly shaped witchcraft dolls and animal skeletons.

Her own testimony was that she had acquired these in the witchcraft markets of Mexico and Peru. No one knew how she managed to get these things through customs.

No one knew of Feng Xiao’s and Jiang Licheng’s past identities.

He had once...

been Jiang Licheng’s son-in-law.

Very few people were aware of this, as naturally, if this were made public, he would not be able to continue his regular outpatient services.

Suddenly...

Bubbles began rising slowly from the steaming bathwater.

Feng Xiao stared at the bubbles, and those murky eyes seemed to start emitting wisps of gray mist.

Then, the rising bubbles grew larger and larger.

Feng Xiao picked up a towel and covered the area with the bubbles. Underneath the towel, something started to protrude; then, whatever was beneath the towel began to struggle fiercely.

At this moment, Feng Xiao had no idea Dai Lin could see everything clearly.

Feng Xiao had severely underestimated the penetrative power of Dai Lin’s Devil’s Eye.

Dai Lin could see through the towel and the scene beneath it.

He began to move step by step toward the bathroom.

Feng Xiao had no idea that for Dai Lin, only curse objects from different floors could affect him, and on the same floor, nothing could.

"Feng Xiao has a weakness..."

This was Dai Lin’s first thought.

Because he noticed that Feng Xiao, trying to suppress whatever unknown thing was protruding underneath the towel, was clearly struggling.

"Curse Backlash!"

For an ordinary doctor, facing a curse backlash meant immediately seeking out Curse Object Department Doctors from the outpatient building. But what about a Curse Object Department Doctor themselves?

It’s harder for healers to heal themselves. The more powerful the cursed object, the greater the risk of backlash.

For Dai Lin, it was clear that Feng Xiao would not let him go easily. He had to make good use of Feng Xiao’s weakness.

Of course, rushing in now to confront Feng Xiao was not realistic. The enemy was one of the top doctors in Hospital 444, not someone like Zhong Siming who joined the Demons Department halfway. If he went in now, there was a 99% chance of getting killed.

However, this gave Dai Lin something to consider. If he were to break with Feng Xiao, then he had capital to negotiate—a leverage against him using his weakness from the curse backlash.

"I can find a way to draw the backlash of the cursed object inside him out."

These Devil’s Eyes can dissect a human body with precision, and even repair damaged blood vessels. As for the soul... it’s not just about harm anymore; they can even heal. So, the same abilities should apply to Feng Xiao.

Finally, the towel that Feng Xiao had been clutching tightly finally sank to the bottom of the bathtub.

From beginning to end... he never realized that Dai Lin was watching him, let alone knew that he had exposed his vulnerability in front of Dai Lin. If he had known, I believe his usually calm and collected face would definitely show a look of astonishment.

At this moment, Dai Lin was still sitting in his study, holding an English copy of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." Before his eyes, any cover was meaningless, but he turned the pages at a regular reading pace, as he did not know whether Feng Xiao’s eyes could see through him, so all his actions were under the assumption that he was being watched by Feng Xiao.

Afterward, Dai Lin saw Feng Xiao, who had finished bathing and changed into fresh clothes, walked towards the stairs and began to ascend slowly.

The Devil’s Eye couldn’t see the floor above; it was as if the upper and lower floors belonged to completely separate, isolated spaces.

After Feng Xiao went upstairs, he found that it was still pitch dark.

In the room ahead, Liang Luanxu was sitting inside.

She was carving.

Before that bloodshed incident took place years ago, Liang Luanxu was a woman many people envied.

Beautiful, wealthy, well-educated, sunny in disposition, with an extensive social network, and generous with spending – she never stinted on her friends. For these reasons, many found it hard to believe she was a crazed murderer, let alone someone obsessed with sinister witchcraft and devil worship.

Her carving pace was swift, and Feng Xiao couldn’t yet make out what she intended to carve.

He walked into Liang Luanxu’s room, saying, "Are you sure you never want to turn on the lights?"

At this time, Liang Luanxu was still disheveled and in ragged clothes, emitting a stench that made one want to retch.

She kept silent, continuing her carving.

This scene would appear exceedingly odd to anyone who saw it.

Feng Xiao’s wife, the daughter of Doctor Jiang Licheng, had been killed by Liang Luanxu.

Yet, Feng Xiao coldly watched Liang Luanxu as she carved.

"You should take a bath," Feng Xiao continued. "You’ve been wearing that same outfit for almost more than two weeks."

Liang Luanxu, who was carving, slightly looked up at Feng Xiao.

"I know what you’re thinking." Feng Xiao sat down in front of her and said, "You should know, the reason why I rescued you back then, going against my father-in-law. Even now, he is looking for you, and he clearly knows that it’s me who has hidden you away."

Liang Luanxu continued with her carving.

"Everything I have done is because I need to know..."

Suddenly, Liang Luanxu plunged the carving knife fiercely into the back of Feng Xiao’s right hand!

This scene, if witnessed by any doctor at Hospital 444, would have been shockingly jaw-dropping.

Someone dared to attack Feng Xiao directly! The Deputy Director of the Curse Object Department!

The carving knife was deeply embedded in Feng Xiao’s right hand, nearly piercing through his entire palm, but it seemed that Feng Xiao felt no pain at all, nor did he react in any way to what Liang Luanxu had done.

Then, Liang Luanxu coldly looked at Feng Xiao and pulled out the carving knife.

Blood spattered onto Feng Xiao’s cheeks.

Feng Xiao lifted his palm to look at the wound, still showing no response. Then he watched as Liang Luanxu continued to carve with the blood-covered knife.

Liang Luanxu gave Feng Xiao a cold stare and then went back to carving.

Blood dripped from the sculpture, a shockingly grisly sight.

The sight of the blood reminded Feng Xiao... of the way his wife looked when she died.

There were many rumors outside, talk of dismemberment and such, but it wasn’t that.

The reality was far more terrifying.

He didn’t want to remember, but these eyes couldn’t forget any of the things they had seen.

So, that horrific imagery remained forever etched in his mind.