Read Novel Full Chapter 1499: Chapter 226: Who Won’t Die?
Chapter 1499: Chapter 226: Who Won’t Die?
“I am Mai Lada! A descendant of the great War God Ares! Humans! How dare you imprison me! Humans! Humans! Did you hear me! Let me out! Let me out!”
In the guardroom, Mai Lada grabbed the iron bars with both hands, pounding frantically – no one paid attention to his madness at this moment… except for one officer on duty, the rest had been taken by Uncle Pick for a meal.
The town police officers’ judgement on this suspect in the injury case was: He’s a lunatic obsessed with virtual games, fantasizing about having super powers like Superman.
So after listening to Uncle Pick’s opinion, the current sheriff decisively detained Mai Lada temporarily and tried to contact his family and relatives… then went to have a meal with Uncle Pick.
The meal time had really passed early, seeing that there was nothing much to do, the officer on duty also began eating once a delivery of hamburgers arrived… From deep within the dimly lit detention corridor came the occasional beast-like roar.
“Let me out… stupid mortals! I am…”
“Don’t disturb my meal!”
Bam——!
The door to the corridor was shut, suddenly it became much quieter, the officer on duty enjoyed his multi-layered sandwich delivery… blissful.
Releasing him is impossible, temporarily it’s impossible, because the hospital’s message said several injured teenagers sent there are severely injured, yet still haven’t come back to their senses… this lunatic will likely be sentenced!
As for why Mai Lada was so frantic, it was likely because he indeed lost all his power suddenly, becoming a mere mortal unable to even defeat Uncle Pick, thus unable to move past his barrier and going mad … How could it be possible!
“Today’s sandwich is really awesome.”
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At the town hospital, it wasn’t just the medical staff, most of the patients too had put on masks – because throughout the whole day, the hospital was filled with an extremely foul odor, resembling the smell of decomposing rat corpses in the sewer.
However, the master called to inspect the vent system, after careful inspection, failed to find the source of this stench – under such a headache-inducing situation, the town hospital could only endure this odor temporarily while operating normally… It was said to be normal operation, but indeed quite a few patients visiting for minor issues ended up leaving.
The corridor appeared very quiet, the nurse girl wearing two layers of disinfectant masks pushed the cart loaded with medicine slowly; she was going to deliver medication to those hospitalized patients.
Apparently, working in such an odor-ridden environment greatly impacts efficiency, yet when this nurse arrived at the ward, she unexpectedly found there were still people able to endure this odor… moreover, there were quite a few.
And they were all elderly – the nurse often delivers medicine to them hence knows their condition well… They were all in deteriorating health, now relying on medication stimulation to temporarily revitalize their bodies’ last energy… If they never get the surgeries or new medical technologies they need, these elders’ life spans were nearly at an end.
“Are you really not feeling uncomfortable at all? Should I open a window for you?” The nurse went to an old lady’s window and said softly, “The air here is too stuffy… your illness requires more fresh air.”
“No need, I don’t feel stuffy.” Lying in bed for three months, the number of visits from the children that used to come every day were now down to once a week, the old lady shook her head, “I don’t sense any odor, it feels great as it is now, it makes me feel at ease.”
At ease?
The nurse shook her head internally, suddenly a peculiar idea emerged: this odor seems quite fitting for these patients nearing the end of their lives… almost as if it was the smell of death emanating from them.
Of course, this was merely an instinctive thought, not to be taken seriously… The nurse scared herself a little with her thought – as a medical worker, a vow was made during induction – this thought was against her vows!
“I’ll open the window for you, this place is too stuffy.” The nurse shook her head, “Besides, it’s time for your medicine.”
Strangely, the old lady who usually disliked medicine, now quietly watched the nurse open the window, saying nothing.
The nurse suddenly felt a chill behind her, causing a shiver… she quickly turned back, but saw nothing – only the old lady lying down with her blanket properly tucked.
When did she lie down—she was sitting up against the bedside talking just now.
For some reason, the nurse felt increasingly uneasy, she quickly placed the medicine down, hurriedly instructed a few things, then swiftly left the ward with the cart – even though she knew, this behavior was totally against a healthcare worker’s professionalism.
But it was truly irregular.
Throughout the day, the entire hospital seemed engulfed in this eerie atmosphere—particularly the corridor ceiling’s recessed lights, which suddenly began flickering on and off now, making people even more ill at ease.
“This voltage is unstable again… better find the electrician!” The nurse thought inwardly… Actually, the electrician already inspected this situation several times, but each time couldn’t find the cause; soon these lights would once again revert to their unstable condition.
The eerie atmosphere seemed to grow thicker, the nurse gingerly wheeled the cart alone down the corridor.
She didn’t know what she was afraid of… this fear was even making goosebumps rise, making it difficult to remain calm.
A flicker… darkness, the hospital corridor suddenly plunged into complete darkness.
The nurse’s throat clenched fully, and after a moment of dark, the lights suddenly turned back on bright again, then quickly went dark again—a face startlingly appeared right before her eyes when the lights flickered on.
Ah——!
She instantly jumped, feeling as if her heart would leap out, her limbs icy cold.
“Sorry to scare you.”
The corridor lights abruptly returned to normal, no longer flickering… the nurse saw it was a man casually tying long hair.
Appearing around thirty, wearing white gloves, carrying a shoulder bag… seemed like a downcast scholar: Teacher Prin.
“No… I just… never mind.” The nurse shook her head, then frowned and asked, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Not really.” Teacher Prin smiled and shook his head, “I just planned to visit a friend… didn’t expect to frighten you.”
“Visiting hours are over now!” The nurse frowned, “Sir, you should leave, or else you might disturb other patients’ rest.”
“Alright then.” Teacher Prin nodded and left directly in front of the nurse.
The nurse glanced suspiciously, muttering, “The security is getting lax… letting people in at this time. Huh?”
She finished muttering and suddenly remembered that the man with gloves didn’t seem to care about the strange smell in the hospital, remaining unperturbed.
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After Teacher Prin disappeared from the nurse’s sight, he didn’t leave the hospital immediately; he simply found another path… another path leading to the observation room where Mrs. Smith is currently located.
When he reached the door of the observation room, he looked through the glass window and saw that Mr. Smith seemed to have collapsed from exhaustion, curled up alone in a corner, dressed in disheveled clothes.
Teacher Prin glanced at him, then quietly pushed open the door of the observation room, walking inside… to the front of the comatose Mrs. Deborah.
He lifted a corner of the blanket and took out Mrs. Deborah’s arm from under the covers… Teacher Prin carefully examined the back of Mrs. Deborah’s hand, as if contemplating something.
Mrs. Deborah was sleeping too soundly at this moment; if not for the instruments showing constant data, many would think she had been dead for some time—because her arm, which had been uncovered, showed livor mortis, a sign of death!
Yes, Mrs. Deborah’s arm not only displayed livor mortis, but the skin on the arm had moved away as if a gentle pull could rip out a large piece… even revealing long, rice-colored maggots inside the torn skin!
“Almost gone, huh…” Teacher Prin looked closely, finally sighing slowly—he reached into his shoulder bag and took out a box.
The box was just an ordinary preservation box, but inside it contained some soil covered with fresh moss—something he had dug up early in the morning from the woods in the outskirts outside the town… Though it appeared as if he had met a new student from the Theology Institute on the bus because he was eager to exercise in the morning, it was actually because he needed these black-soiled clumps that were inside this preservation box from the woods outside, ten kilometers away.
Teacher Prin casually grabbed a handful of black soil from the box and then gently sprinkled it over Mrs. Deborah!
Nobody knew what he wanted to do or was doing, only that something incredible happened—these black mossy pieces suddenly began to restore Mrs. Deborah’s already decaying arm!
Actually, not much time had passed, and Mrs. Deborah, who was comatose on the hospital bed, suddenly seemed much more spirited because of the black soil sprinkled on her.
Later, Teacher Prin retreated slowly… withdrawing from the observation room, arriving in front of Mr. Smith, and again sprinkling black soil covered with moss onto Mr. Smith.
It turned out that Mr. Smith’s neck also showed signs similar to the decay on Mrs. Deborah’s arm.
After Mr. Smith’s neck was restored as well, Teacher Prin looked at the black soil left in the preservation box, slightly shaking his head.
“I’ll get some more tomorrow…” Teacher Prin muttered.
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Mr. Smith suddenly came back to his senses, wiping his face haphazardly, then quickly getting to his feet—he meant to watch the observation room and notify the doctors of any situation as soon as possible, but unexpectedly, he fell asleep.
It seems he was really too tired, leading to… hallucinations.
Mr. Smith felt like he had heard that voice from half a year ago again, but when he came back to his senses, nothing had happened.
He had no choice but to consider it his own tired hallucinations, glancing quickly into the observation room at his wife… seeing all the instruments showing normal readings, and his wife’s complexion appearing somewhat healthier.
Mr. Smith instinctively smiled… it was a good piece of news, at least—only, Joe, his eldest son, was still missing.
This made Mr. Smith feel as if enveloped by shadows, constantly feeling anxious and unsettled within.
In the latter half of the night, the strange odor in the hospital gradually dissipated, and medical staff along with most of the patients could finally take off their masks… Though the work was tiring in the latter half of the night, everyone surprisingly felt clear-headed.
Only the group of elderly people, not knowing why, suddenly started crying during the latter half of the night.
They said they seemed like they couldn’t go on, they actually didn’t want to die.
But who wouldn’t die
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After leaving the hospital, Teacher Prin walked alone down the street… the late night seemed to match his footsteps perfectly.
He always gave off a feeling as if he belonged to the night… and then the lively sounds broke this silence. Teacher Prin stopped in front of a still-open bar, looking at the brightly colored bar door, listening to the music coming from inside… just standing there.
“Not going in, Teacher Prin?”
Teacher Prin turned around, unexpectedly seeing Luo Qiu, the new student from the Theology Institute whom he had coincidentally met on the morning bus.
“Oh, it’s you.” Teacher Prin smiled slightly, watching Luo Qiu slowly walk closer… stepping right beside him.
He shook his head, smiling as he said, “I’m not suited for lively and crowded places.”
Boss Luo pondered for a moment and asked, “Do you like lively and crowded places?”
Teacher Prin still shook his head, then said casually, “Actually, it’s fine just to watch from afar… that’s quite good too.”
Boss Luo directly said at this time, “Teacher, do you feel like going in for a drink?”