Dean Du forced himself to hold back the shock in his heart and swallowed hard.
"This gentleman..." But as soon as he started speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Hai.
"Check on the patient quickly. If nothing else happens, he should be fine. By the way, don't touch the golden needle."
After Lin Hai finished speaking, he held on to his tired body and staggered out of the hospital.
Now, he has a headache that is almost splitting. He can even clearly feel the existence of his soul, and his soul seems to be very depressed and in danger of being annihilated at any time.
He needed to find a place where no one was around and ask Tieguai Li what was going on.
After getting in the car, Lin Hai opened WeChat, found Tieguai Li, and explained his current situation straight to the point.
Tieguai Li was surprised for a moment.
Tieguai Li: To put it bluntly, the Supreme Immortal, Golden Needle Transferring Souls, is robbing souls from the soul-seducing messengers from the underworld. The soul-seducing messengers from the underworld are generally at the early stage of innateness, and are only a little stronger than mortals. How can it hurt the soul of the Supreme Immortal?
Lin Hai felt depressed for a while, Madhu, I am just a mortal, okay?
Little Muddleheaded Fairy: Something went wrong during the acupuncture. How to treat the soul injury?
Tieguai Li: In the inheritance I gave to the Immortal, there are healing techniques in the chapter on ghosts.
Lin Hai rolled his eyes, wasn't this because he failed in his studies?
Tieguai Li: However, Star Soul Grass is too rare. Even if there is a healing technique, you may not be able to get all the materials together. The best way is to use magic weapons to nourish the soul.
"Do you have this magic weapon?"
"No."
"Who has it?"
"I've never heard of anyone having one."
Your sister, what’s the difference between this and not saying anything?
The headache became more and more severe. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans kept falling off Lin Hai's head. He kept roaring and his consciousness began to blur.
Mad, are you just hanging up like this?
He was so unwilling to give in.
Just when Lin Hai was about to despair, suddenly a very weak white light floated out from the trunk of the car and enveloped Lin Hai's entire body.
Lin Hai only felt a warm air flow entering his mind, and then he carefully cared for his injured soul like a mother caressing her baby.
Although the pain was still severe, it was obviously relieved, and the depressed spirit was recovering at an undetectable speed.
"What's going on?" Lin Hai was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on, and couldn't help but feel happy.
"Mad, let me tell you, it is indeed not a mortal thing!"
After jumping out of the car, Lin Hai opened the trunk, took out the ancient painting he had won from the bet between Wangutang and Hu Wei, and held it tightly in his arms.
It's up to you whether you can save lives or not.
In the hospital.
Dean Du personally examined Bald Qiang again, and was shocked to find that all the bleeding points in his skull had completely stopped, and it was perfect, with no sequelae left.
"It's amazing, it's amazing. It turns out that everything recorded in ancient books is true!"
Dean Du was completely stunned.
Above Bald Qiang's hospital bed, a girl with a pretty face and a tall figure floated like a ghost.
It was just the two clenched little fists and the frowning eyebrows that revealed the anger in Chu Lin'er's heart.
"I'm so angry. I'm so angry! I didn't expect to fail on my first mission. If I knew which bastard was responsible, my aunt would never forgive him!"
At the same time, the underworld.
King Chu Jiang was squinting his eyes as he listened to the two generals in front of him reporting on their recent work.
"This month, there are 7,192 new Chinese ghosts, 17 lonely souls left in the world, and 3 ghosts, reincarnated..."
"Huh?" King Chu Jiang suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
Niutou, who was reporting on his work, didn't know why. He was startled and stopped talking.
"It's okay, just keep talking." After a long time, King Chu Jiang slowly sat down and gestured towards the bull head.
"There are 7,365 reincarnations, basically maintaining the balance of entry and exit in the underworld..."
Niu Tou reported respectfully, but King Chu Jiang never heard another word.
At this time, his heart was already in turmoil.
"The Golden Needle Crosses the Soul! It turns out that the Golden Needle crosses the soul again! What on earth is going on?"
Lin Hai was lying in the car, holding the ancient painting tightly with both hands, and fell into a deep sleep, with a hint of pain on his face.
When I woke up again, it was already dark.
Lin Hai rubbed his almost split head. Although the pain was still severe, it was not as unbearable as it was at the beginning.
Slowly sitting up and taking a deep breath, Lin Hai knew that his life had been saved.
It's so terrible, I can never use golden needles to transfer souls easily again.
Holding the painting in front of his eyes, Lin Hai silently said: Open the heavenly eye!
After looking at it for a full five or six minutes, until Lin Hai became mentally exhausted, he didn't notice anything unusual in the painting.
"It's really strange. Why can't I figure out why? When I was choosing a painting that day, I clearly saw the woman in the painting moving."
Lin Hai shook his head, but no matter what, this painting was undoubtedly a treasure. He had just saved his life by relying on this painting.
"Gululu..." Lin Hai's stomach growled. After sleeping in the car for a day, he was already very hungry.
Opening the car door, Lin Hai got out of the car.
"What the hell!"
Lin Hai was startled. As soon as he got out of the car, a smiling face came close to him, almost touching his face.
"Sir, I am the director of the First People's Hospital. My name is Du Chun."
Only then did Lin Hai see clearly that the old guy in front of him who smiled like a wolf grandma was Dean Du, wasn't he?
"Hello, Dean Du, is my friend okay?" Lin Hai asked quickly. Although he was very confident in the golden needle he used to transfer souls, it would be more reassuring to ask.
"It's okay. I think I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days." Du Chun hesitated for a moment and said, "Is the thing you used to save your friend the golden needle recorded in ancient books to cross the soul?"
Lin Hai was stunned and gave Du Chun a different look.
"You actually know that golden needles can transfer souls?"
"What! It's really the golden needle that transfers the soul!" Du Chun was extremely shocked.
Before, when he saw the acupuncture points where Lin Hai forced acupuncture on the bald head, he was just guessing. Now, he got confirmation from Lin Hai himself. He felt that everything he had learned throughout his life had been overturned.
After a long time, Du Chun swallowed hard and said with some respect: "Sir, does that person really have a soul in his body?"
"Soul? It should exist, right?" Lin Hai thought for a while and said.
He had truly felt the existence of his soul before, not to mention that there were a group of gods in his WeChat account.
The gods are all real, and the existence of souls in the human body does not seem to be something difficult to accept.
If it were another person who said this, Du Chun would definitely sneer at it, and even reprimand him face to face for being feudal and superstitious.
He is an absolute atheist. He has been a doctor for most of his life and is used to seeing people's life and death. No matter whether he was a dignitary or a poor beggar, death is like a lamp going out. There is no soul without a soul.
But today, after seeing Bald Qiang come back from the dead, he felt that his faith had been shaken.
"Okay, Dean Du, if you're okay, I have to leave. I've been protesting for a long time."
Dean Du hesitated for a moment, and then he said solemnly, as if he had made a lot of determination: "Sir, I want to become your teacher. Please accept me as your disciple."
puff!
Lin Hai almost squirted!
What? Apprenticeship?
Your sister, why is she another apprentice?
Lin Hai felt depressed for a while, brother, does he look so much like his master?