Yang Jian agreed to Liu Xiaoyu's request to attend the captain eting at headquarters.
But when asked about the ti of the eting, Liu Xiaoyu said it would be best to get to headquarters within two days, preferably starting now if possible.
Yang Jian didn't leave imdiately, choosing instead to depart in the afternoon.
He felt that while this matter was important, it wasn't so urgent. After all, Gao Ming was already dead, and there were already captains Wei Jing and Li Jun guarding headquarters, so nothing would happen. He could stay in Dachang City a little longer and prepare.
However, not long after he agreed, the news had already been relayed back to headquarters.
Cao Yanhua felt a noticeable relief from the gloom and worry on his face upon hearing that Yang Jian would attend this captain eting.
"At last, a clear and positive response. Yang Jian is truly an honest person," he thought to himself at that mont.
In contrast to others' excuses, refusals, and evasions, Yang Jian's quick and precise response made Cao Yanhua feel that goodness and beauty still existed in the world.
However, despite the other captains' various evasions and refusals, Cao Yanhua still didn't dare to speak harshly to them.
After all, the captains were all top-notch ghost tars; strictly speaking, these people were no longer ordinary living humans. They dealt with fierce ghosts for so long that the emotions of living people within them gradually diminished, and besides restraining themselves, it's really unknown what else could restrain them.
"Hopefully, Yang Jian's arrival will send a signal and change those people's attitudes; otherwise, this matter really is hard to manage."
Staying in the eting room, Cao Yanhua rubbed his head, feeling helpless.
He couldn't drag Old Qin out from the statue just because of this matter.
Old Qin was almost dead anyway. Whether he could wake up next ti was still a question. If he couldn't wake up, it's not just that the captains wouldn't be able to be restrained; even the safety of headquarters would be hard to guarantee.
"I heard that the Exorcism Club over there in Japan is even more unfortunate, as a fierce ghost has infiltrated, and now many mbers of the Exorcism Club have been corrupted by supernatural forces, unable even to ensure their lives. As for the supernatural events happening within Japan, there are very few people left to handle them, nearly on the brink of losing control."
By comparison, Cao Yanhua felt that the headquarters he was responsible for seed not as miserable, at least the main situation was stable, and the execution of the captain plan was proceeding smoothly.
"How is Professor Wang doing, has he woken up?" Suddenly, Cao Yanhua asked the assistant beside him.
The assistant imdiately replied, "He's already awake, but his condition isn't too good, remaining in a state of low fever."
"Let's go see him."
Cao Yanhua stood up and imdiately went to the ward.
Wang Xiaoming's ward was not in a hospital but was temporarily built from several rooms at headquarters.
Although it seed simple, the equipnt and dicine there were the best and most expensive, and even the doctors were top experts.
All these arrangents were simply to prolong Wang Xiaoming's life.
Quickly.
Cao Yanhua brought his assistant to the ward.
Through the glass window of the ward, he saw Wang Xiaoming lying on the sickbed.
At this mont, he was wearing a hospital gown, looking emaciated, his skin pale as if devoid of blood, his cheeks deeply hollowed, with a sickly flush on his face, his head completely shaved, and a respirator attached to his nose.
Clearly, his life was at its end, and without various dical ans forcibly extending it, he would have died a long ti ago.
No.
What was prolonging Wang Xiaoming's life was not dical ans but his willpower as hard as stone.
He seed to have sothing unfinished and refused to let go of his last breath no matter what.
"Cough, cough."
A weak coughing sound arose.
In a state of low fever, Wang Xiaoming slightly opened his eyes; they were still bright and deep.
"Assistant Minister, I see you, co in."
Wang Xiaoming removed the oxygen mask, and although his speech was feeble, it remained orderly.
Wearing a mask and fully sterilized, Cao Yanhua entered the ward, saying, "Professor Wang, how do you feel today? Any better?"
"I won't die just yet these few days, cough, cough, but I can't hold on for much longer, maybe within a month, I'll be dead," Wang Xiaoming said slowly.
Cao Yanhua sighed, "Why be so stubborn. Cancer is fatal for ordinary people, but for those in the supernatural realm, it's like a re cold, not really a problem. Headquarters has many supernatural ans that can cure you, so without any side effects."
"In any case, you can still beco a ghost tar. Many things have happened at headquarters recently, and so places can't do without you. I hope you can consider the bigger picture and change your mind."
Wang Xiaoming motioned for the caregiver to adjust his pillow, allowing him to sit up.
After raising the bed, Wang Xiaoming said, "No one is indispensable, myself included. Since my body has reached its limit, I should follow this law and let myself die. I don't want to beco a ghost tar or be saved by supernatural powers."
"It's not that I reject supernatural powers, but I've already done what I should, and life no longer holds aning for ."
"But the supernatural events are not yet resolved," Cao Yanhua said.
Wang Xiaoming glanced at him, "Supernatural events can never be completely resolved, it was so during the Republic of China period, it is so now, and it will be so in the future. We are just two useless decorators in reality, never the ones determining the future."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this now. I ca here to tell you so good news," Cao Yanhua said.
Wang Xiaoming said, "Looks like Yang Jian agreed to attend this captain eting."
"You guessed it already?" Cao Yanhua said.
"What else could you tell besides this? Could it be that the other captains have changed their minds and are willing to follow your orders?"
Wang Xiaoming said, "Don't overestimate yourself, the captains' supernatural powers have reached this level; they lost control long ago. However, today's situation was expected."
Cao Yanhua then said, "Yang Jian will co to headquarters this afternoon, and we should et then. Do you have the confidence to persuade him?"
"Supernatural events are always filled with uncertainty; they can bring despair or delight."
Wang Xiaoming said, "Anyway, you have alternatives, don't you?"
"But there's no one more suitable than him, as you said," Cao Yanhua said.
Wang Xiaoming fell silent for a while before saying, "I just want to see if the supernatural can truly glimpse fate. If I could see further, he is indeed very important. Unfortunately, I can't see the future anymore, but you can look for ."
Cao Yanhua wanted to say more.
Wang Xiaoming interrupted him with a couple of coughs, "Alright, it's ti for my injection, Minister Cao. You can leave now. I'll take a nap later to regain so energy to et Yang Jian."
"Alright then, Professor Wang, you rest first. I'll visit again in the afternoon."
Cao Yanhua sighed, stood up, and left.
Wang Xiaoming said nothing, just sitting there watching him go, while the caregiver busied herself beside him, changing drips, administering dicine, carefully maintaining this fragile life.
"That piece of human skin paper said I would die of cancer, and it seems to be true."
"If true, then this is the best ending for myself, why bother seeking trouble. It's just knowing so much in advance, it is quite dull... but the feeling is quite good."
After a long ti, Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, lay back down, and gradually fell into sleep.
The caregiver, seeing Wang Xiaoming fall asleep, dared not disturb him, just turned off the light, and silently left the ward.
anwhile, in Dachang City, Yang Jian left work early and went ho, then entered the safe house, inspecting so locked-up fierce ghosts while also making so preparations.
He didn't think that this trip to headquarters was rely for a eting.
Even Gao Ming, one of the three persons in charge of that city at headquarters, was dead, sothing dangerous must have occurred.
Even if it wasn't a supernatural event, it must involve a conflict among ghost tars.
Thus, the necessary precautions must be in place.
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