"You mean, after the chair was dismantled, the ghost of the deceased was seen in the hospital?"

"Yes...and...and not beside the hospital, but in the hospital. The young nurse on duty saw it. The man was in the corridor. It was two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, almost when the old lady passed away. The man walked in the corridor, looking at one ward, one ward, as if looking for someone... She didn't recognize it at first, and thought that the family member who was accompanying the bed came out to do something, so she went up to ask. The man ignored it at all. The man passed through her..."

“…”

"Huh... the little nurse might have been scared, or it might have been affected. She was seriously ill that day, and she fell down before the duty was over. Later, she resigned. After that, other nurses on duty saw it. There was no way... She would go into the ward and look at the beds one by one. She would touch the patients and their families. Many people were sick. They were sick for no reason, had colds, fever, palpitations, asthma, and physical pain... all kinds of problems... The hospital also thought of a solution. Normal methods... the chair was thrown away, threw it to the recycling bin, and the garbage dump, but... but it would appear again, and it appeared in the warehouse... It was like this..."

"Have the hospital asked someone to handle it?"

"Some, some people also invite people... Actually, we have some superstitious ideas here. If we see more and more dead people, we will still have some... Our new nurse will buy some gold jewelry and have ideas about this. The old man will also... more or less have some. Some are hallucinations, scare themselves, and some are... they say that the hospital is not clean, maybe it is really... I have really thought of various ways! I have also thought of ways! I have secretly applied incense burner ash on the chair and compared to the amulets I asked for in the temple under the chair. I have done all these ways. It seems that the hospital has also sent the chair to the temple before."

“Isn’t it useless?”

"No……"

"Then, let's give it to us for a try."

“Huh?”

"There is always a way to solve it. Besides, it is not appropriate to put it in the hospital and let the patient's family bear this, right?"

"We were not... the time we put it away, the mortality rate outside the heart was particularly high. The complications of the surgery, the problems found in preoperative examinations, and the families and doctors... there was really nothing we could do."

"Well. So, let us leave it for the time being."

“…”

...

...

Take away a folding chair for the hospital bed.

Confirm the identity of the ghost is Li Baiqing. Attached: Li Baiqing's archives.

November 7, 2007, handle problem chair. Video file 04420071107.avi.

In the middle of the video, there is a brown chair with the cushions and seat cushions very thick, and it looks like they can be removed. The frame of the chair is a metal tube as thick as two fingers, and the edges are curved. There is some rust and damage, and it looks a bit dirty.

There is a faint yin and ominous aura on the chair.

Wu Ling appeared in the picture.

Wu Ling's body blocked the camera, and she just watched her tinker for a while, stretched the chair and lay it flat.

The seat cushions and cushions were spread out and turned into mattresses with raised pillows.

The chair turned into a simple single bed.

In the camera, the Yin Qi undergoes subtle changes, the mattress sinks, and a contour of the human body appears, as if someone is lying on it.

There are always noises in the video. After listening carefully, I realized that it seemed to be the sound of chanting scriptures.

The sound did not belong to anyone of Aoye. The voice was strange and it sounded like a sound played by a recorder.

The human figure on the mattress is becoming clearer and clearer, and you can see the head, neck, shoulders, torso, and limbs...

The man lay flat, suddenly turned over, turned his head slightly, as if he was sleeping soundly.

As the change changed, the person's blurry figure appeared in the camera.

It was a middle-aged woman with gray hair and she could tell she had dyed her hair before. She was wearing summer clothes and dressed no differently from ordinary retired middle-aged women. There were wrinkles on her face. Because of her frowning, the wrinkles on her face became more obvious.

She didn't open her eyes, tossed and turned on the simple bed for a while, and moaned sadly, as if she was disturbed by a nightmare and could not wake up.

With a snap, it seemed that someone clapped his hands.

The chanting of scriptures came to an abrupt end. The woman opened her eyes like frightened. After a while, her eyes were focal. She turned her eyes and glanced around.

"Ms. Li Baiqing." Wu Ling's voice sounded.

The woman turned her head, looked in one direction, and her lips moved.

"You should be reincarnated." Wu Ling's voice was very calm, "You should leave."

The woman was stunned for a while, and then slowly sat up from the bed, still turning her head and looking around.

"This is not your home or a hospital. Your mother should have been reincarnated. Your family has also come out of grief. You should continue to move forward," said Wu Ling.

The woman's yin energy was surging, not violent, but it revealed her mood just like the expression on her face.

Tears surged in her eyes.

"Your mother's death has nothing to do with you. Your death cannot change anything." Wu Ling said again.

The woman covered her face and suddenly burst into tears.

Her yin energy fluctuated violently.

Wu Ling took a step forward, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

Crying bitterly, in pain.

The woman's crying conveyed her emotions.

The yin energy on her body was rising, but the ominous energy was weakening.

That strange aura looked very much like the ghost of the resentful woman named Huilan.

After a while, all these fluctuations disappeared and her breath became extremely stable.

Putting down her hand, there were no tears on her face and her eyes were extremely empty.

Wu Ling sighed.

With that sigh, the chanting of scriptures sounded again.

The woman's soul seemed to be pulled, with a painful expression on her face, and her body's outline was also distorted and deformed.

A few seconds later, the simple bed collapsed, as if the metal tube used as support had broken.

The chair was destroyed and the woman disappeared.

The chanting of scriptures stopped.

Gu Mo interrupted outside the screen and asked, "Okay?"

"Um."

"Wow—" Gu Mo exhaled, "Don't I have to listen to those recordings?"

Nangong Yao asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Nonsense. The hospital! How troublesome!" Gu Mo said angrily, "Is that a torture good? Do you dare to go to the hospital?"

"If you have to go, you have to go with your teeth."

"cut--"

Liu Miao's voice appeared in the picture, cleaning up the wreckage of the chair.

"That hospital..." Wu Ling suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?" Gu Mo suddenly became nervous.

"It makes me feel very uncomfortable." Wu Ling said.

"Um."

"Boss, do you feel it too?" Liu Miao turned around and said in surprise.

"certainly."

Liu Miao touched the back of his head, "I thought it was my illusion. But... I didn't see anything. It was quite strange."

"It's not strange that places like hospitals are strange, right?" Gu Mo said, "This matter has been resolved and it has nothing to do with us!"

"Um……"

Video terminated.

On November 9, 2007, it was confirmed that the client's son had completed the operation and the client was in bed that night, and was safe and sound.

On November 11, 2007, the client's son was discharged from the hospital.
Chapter completed!