Chapter 484: A Dead Horse Becomes a Living Horse Doctor
Mo Shouchen thought that Chen Ying must be pretending to be unconscious. After all, in the space created by Uncle Luo just now, the dwarf clown crawled out of his shadow.
But after kicking a few times, Chen Ying still had no reaction.
Mo Shouchen felt something was wrong and quickly turned Chen Ying over. At this time, he found that Chen Ying's eyes were closed tightly, his face was blue, and his lips were so white that there was no blood at all. This was definitely not an act.
In the black mist just now, Mo Shouchen didn't see how the undead attacked Chen Ying, so he couldn't judge what happened to Chen Ying.
He summoned Gao Banxian, who checked it carefully, and then said: "According to the old man's opinion, there should be some kind of evil thing in his body that is sucking his yang energy crazily. If this continues, it won't take more than a stick of incense."
, he will die of exhaustion."
"Is there any way to save him?"
Mo Shouchen didn't care about Chen Ying's life or death, but he felt that if Chen Ying died and there was such a big mess left, he wouldn't be able to explain it clearly if the police pursued it.
But Gao Banxian shook his head helplessly and said: "There may have been a way to save the old man before he was alive, but now that his power has been lost, there is really nothing he can do."
Mo Shouchen sighed softly. He turned his head and found that the dwarf clown was still concentrating on biting the undead body, not caring about Chen Ying's life or death.
It seems that this ugly little thing is a heartless bastard of the same character as its owner.
Mo Shouchen looked down at Chen Ying and thought to himself: I have tried my best. If you become a ghost after death, please don't bother me. If you dare to bother me, I will let you taste Su Ya's whip first, and then let you
Lao Wang will cut you into pieces, and finally let Lao Deng burn you to ashes.
For some reason, Mo Shouchen wanted to do it more and more, and he even couldn't wait.
At this time, the undead were almost eaten by the dwarf clown. Mo Shouchen could clearly feel that the ghost energy on the dwarf clown's body was stronger, which showed that its strength had been greatly improved.
The dwarf clown is originally a very ferocious evil spirit. If Chen Ying dies, it will be completely out of control. By that time, there is no telling what terrible things it will do.
So Mo Shouchen decided to kill it now to avoid future troubles.
Mo Shouchen looked at the dwarf clown and found that it was digging out the undead's eyeballs with scissors, and then swallowed them in one gulp.
How fucking disgusting!
Mo Shouchen complained in his heart, but just when he was about to instruct the other three ghosts to take action, his eyes fell on the scissors in the hands of the dwarf clown.
These scissors reminded Mo Shouchen of a scalpel. If, as Gao Banxian said, Chen Ying had something evil in his body, then if he had an operation, would it be possible to take out the evil thing?
Of course, a normal doctor would definitely not be able to perform this kind of surgery, and it would be too late.
However, Feng Ji, the ghost doctor who happened to catch Jiang Haishan some time ago, was a surgeon during his lifetime, and his weapon was a scalpel.
Mo Shouchen decided to let him give it a try, which could be regarded as a test for him.
If Chen Ying can be revived, it means that Feng Ji is very useful and he can find a way to draw him into his camp.
If there is no resuscitation, then such ghosts are dispensable and there is no need to expend great efforts to develop them.
Mo Shouchen asked the fat chef to take Feng Ji out. As soon as he came out, Feng Ji covered his mouth and said, "I can't do it anymore. I really can't eat anymore. Why don't you give me a good time!"
He already understood why the fat chef asked him if he could cure food poisoning. It turned out that the fat chef was not asking him to treat others, but asking him to treat himself.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Mo Shouchen noticed that Feng Ji was two times thinner than before, his eyes were sunken, his eyes were dull, and he looked very haggard.
The fat chef pinched Feng Ji's neck and said viciously: "Why, you are being wronged by asking you to try the dishes for me. Do you know how many ghosts want to eat the dishes I cook but can't?"
Feng Ji waved his hands repeatedly and said: "I'm not aggrieved. It's mainly because I often didn't have time to eat during operations and suffered from stomach problems, so I couldn't enjoy the delicacies you made. How about you change it to a ghost? So as not to ruin your craftsmanship.
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Seeing that the fat chef was about to get angry, Mo Shouchen quickly persuaded him: "Now is not the time to talk about this, Feng Ji, aren't you a surgeon? There is something evil in this person's body. Is there any way for you to surgically remove it?"
Take it out of his body?"
As soon as he heard that there was an operation to be performed, Feng Ji's haggard face suddenly became determined. He lowered his head and looked at Chen Ying, and then said: "Theoretically, it is possible, but I have never done such an operation, so I am not sure."
"It's okay. He's going to die anyway if he can't get out what's in his body. Let's just treat him like a dead horse!"
Feng Ji nodded: "Carry him to the bed."
Mo Shouchen carried Chen Ying to the gurney next to him. Feng Ji stepped forward and gently touched Chen Ying's body with his hand.
When his hand passed Chen Ying's chest, he frowned slightly, seeming to have discovered a problem.
He touched it carefully again, and then said with great certainty: "The thing you are talking about should be here. You should fix it to prevent it from moving during the operation."
Mo Shouchen took the black sheets from the beds next to him, then pulled them into strips and tied Chen Ying tightly to the gurney.
After tying it up, Feng Ji took out the scalpel, then concentrated on stabbing the knife into Chen Ying's chest and making a downward stroke.
The scalpel did not leave any scars on Chen Ying's skin, but Mo Shouchen knew that what Feng Ji wanted to cut was not Chen Ying's body, but his soul.
Feng Ji's left hand reached in from the area just scratched with the scalpel, and began to slowly explore inside.
Soon, his frown suddenly relaxed, and his left hand stopped, as if he was holding something.
Then he inserted the scalpel into Chen Ying's body, but just as he was about to cut, Chen Ying suddenly opened his eyes and let out a shrill howl.
Mo Shouchen saw that Chen Ying's eyes were all black, as if they were covered in ink.
Moreover, his body began to twitch violently, and even the cloth strips tied to his body could not completely fix him.
"Hurry and hold him down!" Feng Ji shouted.
Mo Shouchen quickly grabbed Chen Ying's shoulders, then pressed his chest with his body, and then managed to control him.
Feng Ji seized the opportunity and gently swiped the scalpel inside Chen Ying's body, then took out a black mass with his left hand, which looked like a mass of rotten flesh.
When Feng Ji took out the things, Chen Ying's body immediately went limp and his eyes slowly closed. He didn't know if he was dead.
At this moment, the dwarf clown who had almost eaten the undead suddenly turned his head and looked here, seemingly attracted by the black thing in Feng Ji's hand.
Its body was covered with black liquid, and its eyes burst out with greedy eyes. It looked like an evil ghost crawling up from the depths of hell.
It suddenly let out an excited scream, then opened its big mouth and rushed towards Feng Ji.
Mo Shouchen's face turned stern and he shouted: "Don't let him eat that thing!"
