"Alright, alright, the disciple ceremony is complete. Stop kneeling, quickly get out of here!"
Gui Zhishun saw more and more people gathering and didn't want to become a spectacle, so he urged them on.
The attending physician responded with "Yes, Master," stood up, and was about to help Gui Zhishun leave.
However, Gui Zhishun pushed him away, "Your master is not so old that he needs help!"
The attending physician scratched his head awkwardly and could only follow closely behind Gui Zhishun.
When he reached the door and looked for the young man who had brought the dead back to life, he found that the young man was long gone.
Not only the young man, but Professor Li and Elder Dong had also disappeared.
"Oh dear, where is Mr. Ying? How could we let him run off? The Leitai Han tomb is still being excavated..."
Gui Zhishun stamped his foot in anger and said casually.
But before he could finish, Elder Guo, who was beside him, covered his mouth.
"Are you trying to die? Talking about grave robbing in public!"
"Let's discuss it back at the place!"
Then, Gui Zhishun was dragged away from the hospital by Elder Guo.
The hospital's leadership had intended to invite Gui Zhishun to tour the hospital and provide guidance.
Seeing this scene, they could only retreat awkwardly.
At the same time, they glared fiercely at the doctor who had been recording the incident.
This glare instantly sent the doctor shivering, and he began to mourn his tragic future.
...
Inside the hotel.
Elder Dong and Professor Li began preparations.
Construction units and manpower were easy to find, as long as there was money.
The most crucial element was the excavation permit.
If approval from the relevant authorities was not obtained, it would become tomb raiding, leading to not only reports but also attacks from people like Liu Bin, and possibly even imprisonment.
This matter had to be handled personally by Elder Dong.
After all, Elder Dong had three thousand disciples, with students spread across various fields.
Regardless of the circumstances, those students would at least give Elder Dong some face.
Half a day passed.
As expected, Elder Dong soon sent back news.
The excavation permit for the Leitai Han tomb had been obtained!
However, a supervisor would likely be assigned to accompany the team to oversee the entire excavation project.
This was within expectations, so neither Elder Dong, Professor Li, nor Ying Chen objected.
The construction team had also been contacted, and the deposit had been paid.
Everything was ready except for the crucial moment; they just had to wait for Wang Zizai to report in three days, and then everyone could officially depart.
The days passed quickly.
The third day arrived soon.
That morning, Professor Li received a call from Wang Zizai.
Initially, Professor Li thought Wang Zizai couldn't find the hotel and was calling to ask for directions.
Just as he was about to tell Wang Zizai the location, Wang Zizai on the other end of the line blurted out, "Where is Mr. Ying?"
His tone was urgent and anxious.
Professor Li intended to persuade Wang Zizai not to worry, that there was still time.
But after only saying half a sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Wang Zizai: "Quickly tell me, where is Mr. Ying? I need to see Mr. Ying!"
Professor Li instantly realized something was wrong.
Without daring to say more, he immediately went to Ying Chen's room and handed the phone to Ying Chen.
Ying Chen's eyebrows twitched slightly as he took the phone. "This is Ying Chen, what's wrong?"
Upon hearing Ying Chen's voice, Wang Zizai on the other end clearly let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Ying, I've finally found you! You... you quickly come to my house to take a look!"
"After my wife came home from the hospital, I thought she had fully recovered, but last night she suddenly sat up from the bed as if possessed. She pointed out the window and said she saw our daughter! Said our daughter was still alive! And she tried to chase after our daughter to bring her back!"
"But we live on the eighteenth floor! There's nothing outside the window, only air!"
"I could only hold her down forcefully to stop her from moving, otherwise, I'm truly afraid she would have opened the window and jumped out!"
"Mr. Ying, I'm begging you, please come and see! I've already lost my wife once, I don't want to lose her a second time!"
On the phone, Wang Zizai's voice gradually choked with emotion.
Clearly, the series of events had made even this man, described as a stone in a latrine, become vulnerable.
If his wife were to have any further accidents, it would likely be the last straw that completely crushed him.
"How could this happen?" Ying Chen's brow furrowed instantly upon hearing this.
Logically speaking, Wang Zizai's wife's melancholy illness had indeed been cured.
Not only Ying Chen said so, but the hospital examinations also supported this.
Even if Wang Zizai's wife fell ill again due to missing her daughter, it shouldn't have happened so quickly!
It had only been three days!
Illnesses like melancholy required time to accumulate before a quantitative change could lead to a qualitative change.
Experiencing obvious symptoms in just three days was very rare.
"Where is your home? I'll be right there."
Ying Chen, realizing there might be some underlying issues, said immediately.
Wang Zizai quickly provided his address.
After hanging up the phone, Ying Chen, accompanied by Professor Li, headed to Wang Zizai's home.
The traffic in Yanjing was truly frustrating. A short distance took a full two hours to cover.
Wang Zizai was already waiting at the entrance of the building.
He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his face haggard. It was evident he hadn't slept all night.
"Mr. Ying, I apologize for troubling you again."
"But I truly have no one else I can trust..."
"As long as you can solve my wife's problem, I am willing to repay you by tying up the grass to repay the horse and be your loyal follower forever!"
As Wang Zizai spoke, he was about to kneel before Ying Chen again.
"Enough, let's not bother with these useless formalities now. Hurry and take me to see your wife!" Ying Chen waved his hand, stopping Wang Zizai.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Zizai led Ying Chen and Professor Li to the eighteenth floor.
Opening the door, they saw Wang Zizai's wife lying on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
However, Wang Zizai's wife was bound with a circle of ropes.
The ropes were tied so tightly that Wang Zizai's wife could barely even turn over.
Wang Zizai sighed and explained, "I didn't dare leave her alone in the bedroom, as the bed is close to the window and easily reachable. After much thought, the sofa is the furthest from any windows, so I placed her there."
"And I was worried she might do something rash, so I tied her up."
"Mr. Ying, do you need me to wake her up now?"
Ying Chen waved his hand. "Not yet. Let me check her mental state first."
After speaking, Ying Chen walked forward and approached Wang Zizai's wife.
He first observed her complexion.
Her complexion was normal, her blood and qi flowed smoothly, and there was no sign of abnormality.
Logically, a person suffering from a melancholic episode would have a pale, dull complexion, like a lantern covered in dust, preventing its inner light from shining outward.
But Wang Zizai's wife's complexion clearly did not exhibit this condition; she looked more like a normal person.
This was very strange.
"Perhaps it's because the illness has been too short to manifest externally?"
Ying Chen muttered to himself.
Next, he reached out and placed his hand on Wang Zizai's wife's forehead.
Ying Chen intended to directly use his divine sense to probe Wang Zizai's wife's mental state!
However, the moment Ying Chen placed his palm on Wang Zizai's wife's forehead, his pupils contracted, and his expression changed dramatically!