Chapter 73

"Follow me around?" Xia Yunjie glanced at Shen Ziliang and couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry, even though you are now my servant, I won't meddle in your affairs. Of course, don't do anything that defies heaven and harms others. Do what you need to do, and don't bother me."

"Yes, Brother Jie." Shen Ziliang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Xia Yunjie would treat him like a slave, which would make his life worse than death.

Xia Yunjie glanced at Shen Ziliang with a noncommittal look, then asked for his phone number and briefly learned about his situation before leaving the Dongkai Hotel.

Kyoto, Japan.

Mashu Satoko returned to the garden hidden behind the pine forest, covered with green grass and wildflowers blooming on both sides of the stream.

This time, the female onmyoji, Chiyoko Kajiko, with her snow-white skin, voluptuous and sensual figure, and dignified and noble appearance, did not serve tea to Mashu Satoko, the president of Mashu Shoji, who has considerable influence in both Japanese business and politics.

Chiyoko Kajiko just stood under a snow pine, elegantly turned her back to Mashu Satoko, and said indifferently, "Ten days haven't passed yet. Why are you here, Mashu?"

"The situation seems a bit off. My people reported that Zhong Yangying's mental state has completely improved, with no signs of being troubled by the shikigami." Mashu Satoko looked at Chiyoko Kajiko's elegant back, his eyes showing a complex expression of fear, enthusiasm, doubt, and annoyance.

No matter what, Mashu Satoko was a well-known figure in Japanese politics and business, especially in Kyoto, where the Mashu family had significant power and no one dared to underestimate him. However, Mashu Satoko did not show any dissatisfaction in his tone.

A person who could deal with ghosts and spirits ultimately made Mashu Satoko feel a sense of fear.

"Oh!" Chiyoko Kajiko finally showed a reaction, slowly turned around, and looked deeply at Mashu Satoko. "Wait here."

Chiyoko Kajiko then walked gracefully toward the wooden house hidden by the pine forest, her voluptuous figure appearing especially elegant and sensual in the loose onmyoji attire.

The interior of the wooden house was simple. Directly opposite the door was a shrine, with a portrait of an old man in onmyoji attire hanging on it, the ancestor of the Chiyoko lineage.

In front of the shrine was a table, on which were placed a black ruler, a wooden sword, and a black mother-and-child ring.

Chiyoko Kajiko walked to the shrine, bowed slightly, and then chanted incantations to the mother-and-child ring. Soon, a wisp of black smoke emerged from the mother ring, condensing in the air into a disheveled and terrifying female ghost.

The female ghost, actually a female shikigami raised by Chiyoko Kajiko, opened her mouth full of fangs and said in a sinister voice, "Chiyoko Kajiko, why did you summon me?"

"Yumiko has encountered some trouble. Find out what it is quickly," Chiyoko Kajiko said expressionlessly.

Although the female shikigami spoke in a sinister tone, she did not dare to disobey Chiyoko Kajiko's command. She immediately closed her mouth and eyes, remaining motionless like a meditating monk for a long time.

After a while, the female shikigami opened her eyes again and said, "Yumiko said there is something hidden under the woman's pillow, and the power emanating from it is harmful to her."

The mother-and-child ring imprisoned a mother and daughter shikigami. Despite the great distance, they could communicate through special magic using the ring.

Chiyoko Kajiko's eyebrows slightly furrowed upon hearing this, and she chanted incantations again. The female shikigami then transformed back into a wisp of black smoke and returned to the mother-and-child ring.

After putting the female shikigami back into the ring, Chiyoko Kajiko stood up and walked out of the wooden house.

"Master, have you figured out the cause?" Seeing Chiyoko Kajiko come out, Mashu Satoko put aside his impatience and stood up to ask respectfully.

"There is a protective object under the woman's pillow, preventing the shikigami from approaching her. Send someone to take it away and see if she obtained it by chance or if she has sought help from a high-level practitioner," Chiyoko Kajiko said.

"Yes, thank you, Master. I will send someone to handle it immediately," Mashu Satoko said, secretly relieved. As long as it wasn't a problem with Chiyoko Kajiko's magic, he had nothing to worry about.

As for the protective object, he could send an expert to steal it. As for a high-level practitioner, he was even less worried. If it were a high-level practitioner, it wouldn't be so easy to encounter one, and even if the other party had sought help from a high-level practitioner, Mashu Satoko wasn't afraid because the person in front of him was a genuine high-level practitioner.

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The First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University is located in the center of Jiangzhou City on Gaoxin Road. It is currently the largest, most advanced, and best-equipped comprehensive hospital in Jiangzhou, with the strongest medical staff. The Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department of the First Affiliated Hospital is particularly renowned both within and outside the province, attracting many patients from other regions every year.

Today is Wednesday, and Xia Yunjie arrived early at the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University.

Although it was early, there were already many people at the hospital entrance registering. Especially for the TCM experts, it was often impossible to get an appointment if you didn't come early.

Since Xia Yunjie had specifically instructed not to make a fuss and to keep a low profile when he went to the Feng family, his arrival, apart from Feng Wenbo personally handling the procedures and arranging the TCM clinic room, which caused some surprise and speculation, was otherwise calm. After all, the TCM department has always been a key department of the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University, and every year they introduce some TCM doctors. Since Xia Yunjie was brought by the former dean, he was likely either his student or a student of his friend, so there was no need to be overly surprised.

The TCM clinic of the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University is quite large, occupying the entire fifth and sixth floors of the hospital building. These two floors not only have TCM outpatient rooms but also acupuncture rooms, massage rooms, and a pharmacy for dispensing Chinese medicine.

The TCM outpatient rooms are on the sixth floor. As soon as you enter the sixth floor, you can see that each outpatient room has a sign with the doctor's introduction, and there are also rows of signs with doctor introductions on the walls of the waiting hall. Most of them are deputy chief physicians or higher, some are TCM doctoral supervisors, national-level practitioners, or outstanding students of national-level practitioners. In short, anyone who can have a sign in the TCM clinic of the First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangzhou University is generally quite impressive, either skilled in various areas, highly educated, or from a famous medical family with a long history.

Xia Yunjie's name wasn't on the wall in the waiting hall, but there was a sign on the wall outside his outpatient room. The introduction was very simple: Xia Yunjie, male, attending physician, born in 1983, studied medicine from a young age with a famous doctor, skilled in various difficult and complex cases.

"Uncle, do you think this introduction needs to be changed?" Feng Wenbo led Xia Yunjie to his office for the day and couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw Xia Yunjie staring at the introduction on the wall.

The introduction was indeed too simple. In a place where everyone is either a doctoral supervisor, a famous old doctor, or a highly respected practitioner, Feng Wenbo couldn't imagine any patient coming to see a young doctor with no degree, no title, and no famous lineage, unless they had a problem with their brain.

Although this was done according to Uncle's request, Feng Wenbo was still worried that if Uncle sat in the clinic all day without a single patient, it would be embarrassing.

"No, this is fine. Besides, I'm so young, no one would believe it if you put a high title on me," Xia Yunjie said with a smile, waving his hand. He actually liked this introduction, finding it simple and honest.

Seeing Xia Yunjie say this, Feng Wenbo didn't say anything more. He introduced Xia Yunjie to the office, explained the outpatient procedures, and intended to stay in the clinic room to accompany Uncle, but Xia Yunjie sent him away.

In the TCM clinic, patients can either directly specify which expert they want to see when registering, or they can see any doctor for a general consultation, as long as it's not an expert.

Many patients come here specifically to see the experts, so the expert outpatient rooms always have long queues, while the general outpatient rooms are often deserted. As for Xia Yunjie's room, not only was it deserted, but there was almost no one all day. Just before the end of the shift, a patient walked in, but upon seeing Xia Yunjie in a white coat sitting at the desk, he turned around and left without a word. As he walked to the door, he even checked the sign outside to confirm if this young man was indeed the doctor in this room. When he confirmed it was Xia Yunjie, he shook his head exaggeratedly, as if to say that someone of his age and experience shouldn't be "practicing" in the TCM clinic, which made Xia Yunjie both amused and frustrated. He finally understood why Feng Wenbo suggested changing the introduction.

These days, hospitals are not much different from job markets; people often focus on visible credentials and titles.

However, Xia Yunjie didn't care. He practiced medicine not for money or fame, but more out of boredom and a desire to do good deeds, while also gaining some life experience. So after work, Xia Yunjie still had to ride his bicycle to the BLUENIGHT bar for his night shift.

Work, off work, the bar life continued as usual, and the staff's attitude toward him remained the same. The only change was probably Yanjie.

Since that night, Yanjie talked to him more frequently and looked at him with a gaze that Xia Yunjie couldn't quite understand. Fortunately, Yanjie was a lily, the boss's woman, so even though she talked to Xia Yunjie more often, no one, including Xia Yunjie, thought it was anything romantic.

Today, as usual, he finished work around 2 a.m. and, under the envious gazes of his colleagues, especially Zhang Xiaojun, left the bar with Wu Yuqi and the other three beauties, chatting and laughing.

In the Rose Garden, in the darkness, the light in the master bedroom of Villa No. 8 suddenly turned on.

Zhong Yangying, drenched in sweat and trembling, sat on the bed with her knees hugged to her chest. Just now, the female ghost, which she had gradually forgotten, found her again.