Everyone Knows I'm a Good Person Chapter 59.2

Chapter 59.2

Editor: SimoB

“Have you heard of ghost doctors before?”

After polishing off the ice cream cone, Shi Qing got two more, one for him and one for ng Qing. They sat down on a bench to eat together.

Shi Qing finished first. He took out a handkerchief and passed it to ng Qing.

ng Qing sulkily took the handkerchief and helped Shi Qing wipe the corners of his mouth. “I’ve seen them in my master’s books. They’re just another type of wandering spirit.”

“There’s more to it than that.”

When ng Qing had wiped him clean, Shi Qing snuck over and took a bite of his ice cream. He chewed while the young cultivator continued wiping his mouth. “At least, the ghost doctor I found is different.”

“Oh right, Mi Lang’s body is downstairs in the morgue. I don’t know how to perform exorcisms, so you should when you have the chance to later. It was a suicide after all. He’ll have less resentful energy on him and a better ti down there if you do your thing.”

ng Qing’s hand holding the handkerchief paused. He glanced at Shi Qing.

He’d always held quite a bit of animosity towards Shi Qing before, but upon close inspection, he found that the demon king’s looks were indeed outstanding. He unconsciously blushed a little.

“I didn’t think you’d be so kind.”

“Oh be quiet!” The demon king gave him a shove. “This is just after-sales service.”

The young cultivator was sitting at the very edge of the bench, and he was sowhat distracted from looking at Shi Qing earlier. The light push was enough to send him tumbling to the ground.

It didn’t hurt, but it disoriented him.

“Are you okay?”

A young doctor who was hurrying by saw him fall and helped ng Qing up.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

ng Qing shook his head apologetically. He had studied the ways of Daoism since he was a child, so he should have a highly honed sense of balance. If he hadn’t been entranced by the sight of Shi Qing just now, he wouldn’t have fallen with such a slight push.

Shi Qing also followed suit and stood up, “Thank you doctor.”

The young doctor smiled, “It’s fine.”

“Um doctor.” Seeing that he was about to leave, the demon king called out to him, “Excuse , how do we get to the morgue?”

“Go straight that way, turn left into the elevator and go down to B1.”

The doctor gave them directions very good-naturedly. “This way is the surgery departnt.”

“Okay, thank you doctor!”

Shi Qing pulled ng Qing in the direction the doctor pointed in. The embarrassed young cultivator couldn’t help but look back.

Then the demon twisted ng Qing’s head back towards him. “Why are you looking at him? I’m your companion. Look at .”

ng Qing’s face reddened again.

He carefully glanced around at the passing patients, nurses and doctors before whispering, “Don’t say such things so loudly. What if soone hears you?”

“Who says they can hear ?”

Entering the elevator, the demon yawned and leaned on the young cultivator’s shoulder, “Hey, have you been to the Underworld?”

“Never.”

ng Qing: “Isn’t the Underworld only for ghosts? If the living go there, they’ll be dragged down the River Styx.”

“What a load of absolute nonsense.”

The demon king snorted coldly, “Anyone more powerful than the King of Hell can co and go as they please. It doesn’t matter if it’s one of you righteous cultivators or a demon like . You’ll be fine going in and out seven out of seven tis.”

“But&#k2026; “Shi Qing leaned on his shoulder and smirked wickedly, “I’d rather go in and out of you seven out of seven tis.”

ng Qing’s expression lacked understanding.

“...Forget it. Let’s talk business.” Shi Qing said, “Do you know why the boss of the Underworld’s called the King of Hell, and the judge’s called ng Po and what not? Because at first the Underworld was simply a ss that no one cared about. Then a ghost, the King of Hell, practiced ghost cultivation and united the entire Underworld.”

“This ghost basically plagiarized the details from the Chinese myths and proclaid himself the King of Hell. Then he renad the judge to ng Po and so on and so forth. Only then did the Underworld gain a semblance of order.”

ng Qing never knew about these things. He had thought that the Underworld existed from the beginning.

Shi Qing: “There’s not much there, but the River Styx is rather pretty. Every spirit that recently arrived in the Underworld must cross it. Their souls glow in all sorts of colours. It’s like a bridge of light. I heard that, if a pair of lovers walk across that bridge hand in hand, they can be together again in their next life.”

Seeing that ng Qing still didn’t understand, the demon king took his hand and pulled it up to eye level. He raised his eyebrows: “Co with to the Underworld today. I want to cross the River Styx hand in hand with you.”

ng Qing: “...I don’t think that’s a good idea. Neither of us are spirits so we’ll be breaking the rules of the Underworld.”

“Funny. The last ti I went to the Underworld, the King of Hell said the sa thing to .” Shi Qing smiled kindly at the young cultivator, “After beating him up, he never said that again.”

ng Qing: “......”

He wisely decided to shut up.

–Ding!

The elevator door opened.

They held hands as they stepped out. Shi Qing suddenly asked: “Do you rember the na on the natag of that doctor just now?”

ng Qing had a good mory, or else he wouldn’t have surpassed his martial siblings.

He closed his eyes and searched his mind for the mory from earlier.

“Zhang Haixiang. His na is Zhang Haixiang.”

***

Zhang Haixiang was a pretty ordinary doctor.

His family could be considered to have a strong dical background. His great-grandfather was apparently a barefoot doctor, his grandfather was the village doctor, and his father was also a doctor.

When he was a child, he noticed how busy his father always was. He was mostly raised by his grandfather, who had retired by then. He told Zhang Haixiang that he should never beco a doctor when he grew up.

His father agreed. But he disregarded their advice and insisted on becoming a doctor.

Zhang Haixiang applied to dical school.

Maybe all those heavy dical texts he leafed through as a child influenced him, but when Zhang Haixiang’s father was in a car accident when he was a teenager, he sat on the bench in the hospital corridor and cried in utter despair because he knew what could go wrong in detail.

Then the operating room’s door opened and a doctor in a white coat ca out. He told him that his father’s life was not in danger for the ti being.

At that mont, the doctor seed to glow like a deity.

Despite the opposition of his family, Zhang Haixiang enrolled in dical school. Even if everyone told him how hard it would be, he fearlessly strode forward.

There are a lot of bad things about studying dicine. The fast-paced ergencies and new literature to review never stopped coming. You often had to work on your feet for more than ten hours at a ti. Sotis you would barely be able to rest before being paged back to the hospital.

His parents sat him down and went over all of that with him when he decided to apply to dical school.

Zhang Haixiang still applied.

He was still a spirited and hot-blooded youngster at the ti.

He thought, “If I don’t study dicine, if none of us study dicine, then who will the sick and injured co to see?”

The life of a dical student was always busy, with endless books, study sessions, and exams.

They got up earlier than the roosters, went to bed later than the dogs, and worked harder than the cows.

Even after graduating, they still had to go through a long internship period. Becoming a full-fledged doctor at the end of that was also just another beginning.

Zhang Haixiang was a surgeon. At 35 this year, he could still be considered a young man, but his hair had started to fall out already.

If there was any major event, such as a series of car accidents or an overturned bus, there would be no rest for the doctors.

Every day was busy. Every day was exhausting.

But Zhang Haixiang was quite happy.

His surgeries had saved many people. Everyti he saved a person and received sincere gratitude from their families, his heart felt warm.

A human life hung in the balance, and he brought it back from the brink of death.

Beyond that, his actions had also saved a family or two.

Zhang Haixiang felt that, as a doctor, his happiest monts were when he was saving a life or taking a vacation.

Although there were tis when he couldn’t save soone despite his best efforts.

It was hard to save a person whose condition suddenly deteriorated or died directly on the operating table.

In all his years of practice, he has sent many patients off and saved many more.

The more ti that passed, the less he regretted his decision to beco a doctor.

So many lives.

All saved by him.

The only remaining regret he had was towards his parents and family.

He was married to a teacher and they had a daughter together who was now five. She was a very obedient child who always looked forward to going out to play with him, but he spent too little ti with her because of his work.

Zhang Haixiang had been saving up for a vacation, and he planned to travel with the whole family when he saved enough.

But he still had to get his work done first.

He didn’t know what was going on these days, but there were always a lot of patients who ca for stitches, often one after another.

He pushed open a door purposefully. There was a young man with blood still on his body screaming shrilly.

Zhang Haixiang carefully inspected him and revealed a small smile, “Alright, you just need stitches on your knee. I’ll patch you right up.”

“No anesthetic?”

“There’s no need for that.”

The young man waved his hand: “Doctor, I’ve been in pain for a long ti. I can’t even walk, so please give sothing.”

“It’s fine. We have wheelchairs here that you can rent if you really can’t walk.”

Zhang Haixiang ticulously and carefully completed the operation himself before standing up.

“Done. Be careful not to get the area wet for a while. If it hurts take the painkillers I’ll prescribe you.”

“Thank you doctor.”

The young man smiled gratefully, “This one really hurt. Man, was I unlucky! I an the truck flipping over was one thing, but this pain has plagued for so long. Dr. Zhang, thank you so much. Sigh. I’m so stupid that it took a long ti to find you. Otherwise I would’ve been able to leave a long ago.”

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Zhang Haixiang had never thought of himself as a popular surgeon. He smiled. “What are you talking about? Even if I stitched you up, it’ll be so ti before you can walk normally without feeling pain.”

The young man smiled and waved his hand, “It’s not like I’m still alive. The stitches alone are enough. I can kind of walk now, Aiyo, I don’t think I could’ve standed one more minute of that pain!”

“But Dr. Zhang, I’ll wait for you. Your ti seems to be almost up too. You’ve helped so much after all. I’ve been wandering around here for so long so I’m familiar with the roads. When you’re better I’ll show you the way.”

Zhang Haixiang felt that he technically knew every word this young man said, but why couldn’t he understand their aning when put together?

He asked hesitantly, “What are you talking about?”

“Huh?” The guy scratched his head, “Did I say sothing wrong? When I was looking for you earlier, I found your body coming this way. It looked like you were almost gone.”

“What? What body? When was this?!”

Dazed, Zhang Haixiang took a step back. The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly ca from outside. This was obviously the first ti he had heard them, but dread pooled in his stomach.

He couldn’t help but push open the door. Imdiately, he saw his wife being led away by a colleague he was close with. Their daughter was in her arms.

Perhaps she was in too much of a hurry, but she tripped all of a sudden and fell to the ground.

“Ah! Sister-in-law!”

“Er Er!”

Zhang Haixiang subconsciously stepped forward to catch her, but his hand slipped through his wife like he was touching air.

He froze and stared incredulously at his hand.

His five year old daughter was eating a lollipop. Because her mother cushioned her from the fall, she was fine and even looked around curiously.

Turning her head, she saw Zhang Haixiang and shouted happily.

“Daddy!”

Just like that, the wife who was just barely able to maintain a calm deanor, instantly collapsed to her knees with her daughter in her arms and wailed.

His colleague next to her was busy comforting her: “Sister-in-law, don’t cry yet. Dr. Zhang’s condition might be worsening, but we’re already working on resuscitating him. He’ll definitely be fine.”

His wife shook her head, holding their daughter in a death grip like she was grasping at straws. She struggled to her feet with the help of his colleague and continued to stagger forward. “Sister-in-law, this way.”

Seeing his colleague bringing his wife and daughter upstairs, Zhang Haixiang stood up slowly and looked down at his hands.

What was going on....

As if he just understood sothing, he subconsciously headed for the elevator. The elevator door just closed before he could enter, so Zhang Haixiang turned for the stairs.

He ran very fast, like his life was depending on it.

He was heading to the operating room on the topmost floor.

As he ran up the stairwell, he just happened to see his own pale body on a ventilator being pushed into the operating room.

–Ding!

The elevator door opened, and Shi Qing and ng Qing walked out. The few people who followed them out couldn’t see them.

Shi Qing stepped forward with his long legs and pulled ng Qing to Zhang Haixiang.

“It’s him.”

Zhang Haixiang was trembling all over. He slowly raised his head.

He looked at the man who had asked him for directions before who said, “That man, Zhang Haixiang’s, body gave out after working nonstop for fifteen hours straight.”

“He collapsed by the operating table in the middle of a surgery and has been in a coma for almost half a month. During that ti, he’s been working as a ghost doctor. I guess his lifespan runs out today.”

“Thirty-five years old. Cause of death: overworking.”