The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 180 - 178: Cannot Walk the Night Road Alone (First Update)

Chapter 180: Chapter 178: Cannot Walk the Night Road Alone (First Update)

But he wasn’t the one who committed the murder; it was a conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and his mother killed his wife.

Could it be that his wife harbored resentment and sought revenge on him?

Thinking about it, this person is quite pitiful. No wonder Yun Qi said he wouldn’t recover.

Wait a minute...

Yun Qiuhong angrily threw the mouse aside, realizing when she had started following Yun Qi’s train of thought.

Calming down, she opened a video conference to discuss the latest treatment plan with the expert team.

Fang Yue was a well-known young talent in Hai City, a typical representative of a poor family student, who had appeared in several TV interviews. If they couldn’t cure him, it would affect the hospital’s reputation, not to mention his relatives who took pride in him and were like vampires.

After finalizing the latest treatment plan, Yun Qiuhong contentedly went to bed.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly received a call from the hospital saying that Dr. Fang’s condition had rapidly deteriorated, and he was already unconscious.

Yun Qiuhong quickly got up and dressed, trying to move as quietly as possible, but the old lady couldn’t sleep and still heard her.

She walked over in her nightgown, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

"Mom, I woke you up. Something’s up at the hospital; I need to go there again."

"What kind of big thing requires someone to go in the middle of the night?" the old lady complained but had no intention of stopping her.

Yun Qiuhong was dedicated to her career; rushing to the hospital in the dead of night was not an unusual thing for her.

"I’ll be back soon." Just as Yun Qiuhong was about to leave, she saw a Little Dumpling in slippers quickly running down the stairs, wearing a white puffy-sleeved nightgown, with a fair face and bright phoenix-like eyes.

Seeing Yun Qi, Yun Qiuhong was annoyed, but as an elder and a formidable career woman, it was beneath her dignity to bicker with a child. So she just frowned, "What are you doing here? Auntie has something to do. Don’t cause trouble."

"Is Auntie going to the hospital? Is Dr. Fang having an episode?"

Yun Qiuhong was changing her shoes, about to scold impatiently, but when she heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

On second thought, maybe it was just a guess.

"Kids shouldn’t meddle; go back to sleep, or you’ll never grow tall."

Yun Qi snorted softly, "Little Qi isn’t afraid of being frightened."

Yun Qiuhong was initially grumpy, but hearing that soft snort made her smile instead of angry. She couldn’t help finding her cute, though she was embarrassed to admit it, so she continued to frighten her, "Disobedient children get taken away by bad people."

Yun Qi sternly said, "Little Qi helps the police catch bad people."

Yun Qiuhong suddenly discovered that bickering with a child was quite fun; she hadn’t enjoyed such a thing in years.

After changing her shoes and about to head out, Yun Qi suddenly said, "Auntie, it’s okay if you don’t take Little Qi, but the most important thing is to be obedient. When you come back, don’t walk on the night road alone; you can call someone to pick you up."

Without turning her head, Yun Qiuhong waved her hand nonchalantly.

The old lady, worried, asked, "Little Qi, will your aunt have any problems?"

"If she’s obedient, then no," Yun Qi said with an air of confidence and returned to her room.

Auntie’s appearance didn’t show any major issues, only the bridge of her nose seemed a bit dark, indicating a minor accident, but nothing serious.

She had already warned her; it was up to her to heed it or not.

The driver drove Yun Qiuhong to the hospital.

Fang Yue was in good spirits during the day, and his illness wasn’t severe, just a bit inexplicable—

His neck hurt, and they’d done all the tests: bones, muscles, and blood vessels showed no major problems, but it still hurt. The pain was unbearable, like something was biting him.

Now he had fainted again, and the experts were resuscitating him, with Yun Qiuhong quickly joining in the efforts.

In a few minutes, his heartbeat recovered and his blood oxygen stabilized. Yun Qiuhong breathed a sigh of relief and discussed with the experts.

Fang Yue’s relatives stood outside the emergency room in small groups. When Yun Qiuhong came out, as usual, she was surrounded by family members asking questions and doubting her competence.

She patiently answered one by one and finally managed to shake off the relatives.

An expert approached with a furrowed brow, "Director, don’t you think Fang Yue’s illness is strange? We’ve run every test, but we can’t find anything. One moment he’s writhing in pain, the next, he looks revitalized and fine. I always feel it’s too weird. Should we consider other angles?"

Yun Qiuhong instantly understood what he meant but pretended to be confused, asking, "It’s okay, just say it."

"I mean, your family deals with Mysticism. Even though you’ve studied medicine, surely there are still people in your family who understand this field better. Maybe we should..."

"Director Li!" Yun Qiuhong’s tone became stern, "You are a renowned doctor. Is it appropriate to say such things? If word gets out, won’t people think there’s something unclean about our hospital? How will we explain it then?"

Yun Qiuhong was not pleased and walked into the elevator in her high heels.

The hospital occupied a large space, and it felt extremely empty and desolate at night.

The parking lot was full at night, and she had entered through the back door, parking her car on a small road right next to the back door.

A full moon hung overhead, and shadows of trees swayed, shaking. During the day, people went in and out here, and even the guards greeted her.

At this moment, as she walked along the road, the sound of her high heels echoed, reminding her of the Little Dumpling’s reminder at home—

Don’t walk alone on the night road.

Yun Qiuhong wanted to laugh. As someone born into a mystical family, she believed in Demons and Ghosts. After all, since childhood, she had seen her father manipulate Little Monsters for her to practice.

But after growing up and learning medicine, the concept of rational science was deeply engraved in her mind. Additionally, during her medical practice, she found that some folk tales about mysterious forces clashed with modern science. Some people with low education levels would rather believe they were possessed than trust doctors.

This resulted in her developing an ambiguous and vague feeling towards Mysticism.

Mysticism is real, but the mystics in the market vary greatly in quality; most are frauds. Most of the time, it’s best not to believe them.

But her little niece’s innocent and pure face made one inexplicably trust her.

Thinking this, she took out her phone to call the driver, "I forgot where I parked the car. Can you come and pick me up?"

Biting her lip, she waited silently for a moment, inexplicably curling her lips into a wry smile.

It’s so funny, just because of a child’s words, she was waiting here foolishly for a long time.

The driver would surely find it odd, too—forgot where the car was parked? It was obviously in the usual spot.

The stubbornness of a career woman prompted her to step out, the sound of her high heels clattering...

Yes, it’s her own. She told herself this in her mind and couldn’t help but count the footsteps.

Click—

Click—

Her mind turned blank, like being struck by lightning.

Why are there two sets of footsteps? One was drifting near and far, not her own.

Instantly her scalp tingled, and she felt prickly all over, like electricity coursing through her body, goosebumps rising layer by layer.

No, it can’t be.

She must have heard wrong, just scaring herself.

She comforted herself this way, sped up her pace, and looked ahead—why hadn’t the driver arrived yet?

Suddenly, the streetlight ahead flickered, making her realize, with her mystical family background, that this was a sign of something abnormal.

She gulped silently, tightened her grip on her bag as a cold wind blew by, swirling a piece of waste paper on the ground in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the waste paper vanished, and a snow-white figure appeared under the streetlight.

The streetlight flickered on and off as if it had a bad connection.

Yun Qiuhong was shocked to see the white figure resembling a woman slowly raising her head, that pale face, and a large gaping wound on her neck, like a knife cut, flowing with blood.