My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 205: Rainy Night, Flyover, Maybach

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In Ancheng, at the Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital, a middle-aged man in a white coat stood by the window of his office, gazing at the dark sky outside as rain poured down.

Liu Qingsong had been working as a doctor at Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital for twenty-three years.

“Knock, knock, knock…” Sounds came from the door.

“Come in,” Liu Qingsong said.

The office door, unlocked, was opened by a visitor.

“Director Liu,” greeted a young doctor, dressed in a white coat, respectfully.

“What’s the situation in Ward 314?” Liu Qingsong turned around, his brow furrowing.

He recognized the young intern responsible for monitoring Ward 314 that night. Ward 314 was a high-security area housing a father and son who had both lost their sanity. Their mental condition was highly unstable, often exhibiting tendencies of self-harm and aggression towards others, especially pronounced on rainy days.

Ancheng, located to the west of the sea, was experiencing its rainy season, bringing heavy showers every few days.

“No, Director Liu,” the young doctor shook his head, “They’re unusually calm today, not making any noise, but… Their demeanor is a bit odd.”

He recalled the scene he witnessed in the ward: the father and son kneeling quietly on the ground, facing the direction of the window, their faces showing an unusually devout expression, almost like pilgrims in worship.

“Director, should we put them in straitjackets just in case?” the young doctor inquired, concerned that their abnormal behavior might lead to an unforeseen incident.

“Not yet,” Liu Qingsong pondered for a moment before deciding, “They are both severe cases. If they’ve calmed down on their own, restraining them now might agitate them further. Let’s observe for now and have a few attendants keep an eye on them… If anything unusual happens, intervene immediately.” “Yes,” the young doctor acknowledged before leaving the office.

In the Yangxing Community, a black sedan with its wipers on slowly drove out of the complex. The night was dark and rainy.

“These cars on Yuan Xing are a bit awkward to drive,” Lu Xuan commented, adjusting the seat. Unlike his Earthly hometown, Yuan Xing didn’t have Maybachs. The black sedan he was driving was rented from a car rental service just before the rain started.

“The space is a bit cramped,” Cheng Lingzhu noted, not quite comfortable. Compared to their usual mode of transportation with its spacious interior, the vehicles of this world lacked in speed, comfort, and durability. They didn’t even have auto-pilot spirits or weapon systems.

“Jinyan Overpass… That’s where Du’s cousin found the Mother Mary statue,” Lu Xuan mentioned, navigating the car according to the route set on the vehicle’s GPS. The roads weren’t too busy, likely due to the heavy rain.

As Lu Xuan drove, he glanced at Cheng Lingzhu, who was engrossed in reading a novel on her phone. She had quickly mastered the device’s functions.

“You’re reading a supernatural novel?” he asked, glimpsing a few pages.

“Yes,” Cheng Lingzhu nodded. “It’s a single female lead story… I’m almost done with it.”

As a cultivator and a Golden Core practitioner, Cheng Lingzhu’s eye-tracking and hand speed were exceptional. The speed at which she read depended on the phone’s responsiveness.

She summarized the plot: “The male protagonist, a regular university graduate, joins a company but leaves due to conflicts with his boss. Around the same time, his girlfriend is diagnosed with a terminal illness. To earn enough for her treatment, he takes a peculiar job as a night security guard at a hospital with very high pay and strange conditions, like not using the restroom after midnight and patrolling the morgue at 3 a.m. without turning back if someone calls his name…”

Lu Xuan nodded, understanding the typical setup for a supernatural novel where the protagonist starts a journey, either willingly or unwillingly, leading to encounters with ghosts and other entities.

“The story probably ends with the protagonist mastering his cultivation, defeating powerful ghosts, and saving his girlfriend, right?” Lu Xuan guessed, based on his experience with similar stories.

“Partially correct, ” Cheng Lingzhu replied with a strange expression. “The protagonist indeed becomes a powerful ghost cultivator, but as for his girlfriend… Well, she is saved.”

“How so?” Lu Xuan asked curiously.

“In the later part of the story, the male protagonist, proficient in ghostly arts, turns his girlfriend into a zombie. This way, she no longer has to worry about her terminal illness.”

Cheng Lingzhu’s expression was complicated.

Lu Xuan was taken aback. The plot twist was indeed dark and unconventional, albeit effectively solving the problem in a bizarre way..