Chapter 39

This kid, why is he heading for his aunt again? Zhang Yuanqing wanted to curse, but he once again lowered his cap and used his peripheral vision to follow the little rascal.

The infant spirit, with a clumsy yet agile crawl, quickly approached Jiang Yuer and then wrapped its arms around her legs, hanging onto them.

This, this, why does it like its aunt so much? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

Jiang Yuer, completely unaware, was chatting enthusiastically with Guan Ya.

"Isn't your husband with you?"

"He's still in college."

"Ah, a college student? My nephew is also a college student, but he still doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, yes, it's embarrassing."

Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, you've been working for two years after graduation, and you're still single. Who are you looking down on?

At this moment, he saw the little rascal slide down from his aunt's legs, lying on the ground with its head up, as if trying to distinguish something. Then, it quickly crawled down the corridor and stopped in front of one of the outpatient offices.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart stirred, and he took a step forward, quietly following.

After the little rascal crawled into the outpatient room, Zhang Yuanqing walked past casually after about ten seconds, pretending to be passing by.

The door to the outpatient room was half-open, and at the desk sat a young doctor in a white coat. He had soft features and exuded a comfortable scholarly aura.

At that moment, he was sitting straight, focusing intently on something.

The little rascal crawled onto the desk and played by itself.

As its owner, Zhang Yuanqing sensed the little rascal's special fondness for this person. Combined with the young doctor's subtle body movements, he initially concluded that this doctor in the room was the Spirit Realm Practitioner secretly cultivating a spirit servant.

Zhang Yuanqing did not alarm the other party and turned to leave, heading to the waiting hall and then calling Guan Ya.

The phone rang twice before Guan Ya hung up. A moment later, the mixed-race lady walked out with her long legs.

"I found out that the ghost rumors started about half a month ago. There aren't many. We can directly retrieve the outpatient records and get a list of the obstetrics and gynecology staff."

Zhang Yuanqing said in a low voice, "I've locked onto the target."

"So fast?" Guan Ya's face instantly turned serious. "Who is it?"

"It's an obstetrics and gynecology doctor. His name tag says Wang Qian, and he's in the fourth outpatient office on the right side of the corridor." Zhang Yuanqing asked, "What do we do next?"

Guan Ya pondered for a few seconds and said, "I'll go and investigate first, test his strength, and then decide whether to call the squad leader for backup."

Zhang Yuanqing curiously asked, "How do you plan to test his strength?"

"Your words sound a bit strange," the old driver laughed, and then her eyes glowed with a faint white light as she scrutinized Zhang Yuanqing, saying, "Your physical condition is good, with abundant qi and blood, and a relatively thick Yin energy, roughly equivalent to a mid-level 1st Rank. Your current emotions are curiosity, vigilance, and a faint hostility, but not towards me."

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's mouth slowly open, Guan Ya laughed, "Insight is a 1st Rank Scout's skill. I can see through the opponent's general level, limited to the Extraordinary Realm."

"If I don't come out in ten seconds, you follow. If I come out within ten seconds, we call for backup." She put on her sunglasses, swayed her hips, and walked back to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Zhang Yuanqing watched her enter the outpatient room, silently counted to ten, and seeing that Guan Ya hadn't come out, immediately lowered his cap and started to act.

When he returned to the outpatient room, Guan Ya was sitting across from the young doctor, discussing fertility knowledge with him.

"You two—"

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing return and close the door, the young doctor frowned.

Guan Ya crossed her arms and smiled, "We are from the Five Elements Alliance, the second squad of the Kangyang District Spirit Realm Practitioners. You are suspected of illegally cultivating a spirit servant. Please cooperate with the investigation."

The young doctor's face darkened, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, and he said loudly, "I don't know what you're talking about. Please don't interfere with my work, or I will call the police."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the door, saying, "Don't block the door, I have patients."

Seeing him approach, Zhang Yuanqing subtly tensed his muscles, ready to enter the Night Walker state.

He wasn't panicked; since Guan Ya stayed, it meant she had insight into the opponent's weak strength, and the two of them could handle it.

Zhang Yuanqing was prepared to face the doctor's resistance, but at that moment, he saw the young doctor's sad expression and heard him sing in a low, sorrowful voice:

"Recalling the twists and turns we've been through, only the two of us can understand, you say you're tired, can you let me go—"

Listening to the sad song, Zhang Yuanqing felt an indescribable sadness, fatigue, helplessness, and disinterest.

What's the point of clinging on?

Better to let go.

So he silently moved aside, no longer blocking the door.

Guan Ya, who was by the desk, suddenly stood up, twisted her waist, spun, and swept her leg, her high heels making a "tap tap" sound.

Bang!

The young doctor, who was about to escape, was hit by a powerful kick to the side of his waist, groaning as he flew back and crashed into the wall, his face pale as he clutched his ribs and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became clear-headed, shaking off the sadness and fatigue.

What was I thinking? Why did I feel so tired of a man? He looked puzzled.

"So, you're a Musician." Guan Ya smiled sarcastically, "Not only are you suspected of illegally cultivating a spirit servant, but you also resisted arrest and used your ability to affect official Spirit Realm Practitioners."

She glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and added, "Causing significant psychological trauma to our official personnel. You are now formally arrested."

The young doctor, clutching his painful ribs, his face pale, said, "You can't arrest me. I am a member of the Zisha Palace. The Zisha Palace and the Five Elements Alliance do not interfere with each other. You can't arrest me arbitrarily."

Guan Ya's eyebrows furrowed, her expression serious, and Zhang Yuanqing asked quietly, "Zisha Palace?"

"Zisha Palace is a local Spirit Realm Practitioner organization in Songhai, non-official, led by a high-level Spirit Realm Practitioner." Guan Ya explained, "The leader of the organization has signed a non-aggression pact with our branch. The Five Elements Alliance cannot arrest or deal with members of the Zisha Palace arbitrarily. The members of this organization are very radical, always chanting 'stop killing with war, stop killing with death,' and the leader is a lunatic. As long as they behave, our branch is willing to take a step back and coexist harmoniously."

"You can't insult our leader," the young doctor said with anger.

"The premise of non-aggression is that you behave. Since you have committed an illegal act, no one can save you." Guan Ya's face was cold, her gaze sharp.

At that moment, she was no longer just a driver but a strict and cold enforcer.

"No, I haven't committed any illegal acts, I haven't cultivated a spirit servant," Wang Qian defended himself in a deep voice.

He fell to the ground, not trying to stand up, fearing rough treatment from the two official Spirit Realm Practitioners.

"Do you need a hint? The child?" Zhang Yuanqing sneered.

He was thinking about how to deal with this person. If he was a Spirit Realm Practitioner who had done many evil deeds, then he would be eliminated. If it was just about cultivating a spirit servant, then it would be handled according to the Five Elements Alliance's regulations, and he would try to resolve the matter himself.

But he had a question. From his "passing by" observation, this person seemed to be able to sense the infant spirit but could not see it clearly.

Hearing the word "child," Wang Qian's face changed, and he said, "So, you misunderstood. I didn't cultivate a spirit servant. I am just a Musician and don't have the ability to cultivate a spirit servant. The child was an accident."

"An accident?"

"Yes, he, he is my sister's stillborn child."

Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya exchanged glances, and the former became furious, "You didn't even spare your own nephew?"

Zhang Yuanqing's words seemed to anger Wang Qian, who said emotionally, "No, I said it was an accident."

"More than half a month ago, my sister fell at home, her water broke, and she started bleeding. The fetus was injured, and she was already seven months pregnant. The hospital immediately performed a cesarean section, but the child's condition was not optimistic.

"To save the child, I applied to the organization for a tool, hoping to use its power to save my unborn nephew, but in the end, he still died.

"By chance, the tool endowed him with spiritual energy, making him a special spirit."

Lacking experience and knowledge, Zhang Yuanqing looked at Guan Ya.

The mixed-race beauty thought for a moment and said, "The Musician profession does seem to have the ability to nurture, as I've seen in the records, but it's not an Extraordinary stage skill."

Not an Extraordinary stage skill, so this guy had to apply to the organization for a tool? Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

The young doctor said in a low voice, "You came here because you heard the ghost rumors, right? Because of the tool, it hasn't dissipated and has been wandering in the hospital day after day.

"He is still young, doesn't understand anything, and doesn't even know he is a spirit. He longs for someone to notice him and instinctively seeks out older women, so people with qi and blood deficiencies occasionally sense him."

Zhang Yuanqing said, "So, you just let it be?"

"What can I do? The Musician profession has given me high spiritual sensitivity, so I can sense him. But I can't interact with the spirit like a Night Walker, can't communicate with him. All I can do is stay with him until his spirit energy is exhausted and he dissipates completely."

As he spoke, a trace of sadness flashed in Wang Qian's eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but glance at the little rascal playing on the desk.

No one could see it, no one paid attention to it. In the past, did it spend its lonely time like this?

Carefully considering Wang Qian's words, Zhang Yuanqing found everything reasonable.

That's why the hospital was haunted, and the infant spirit followed the aunt with the Night Walker aura home. It was uncontrolled, and the Musician uncle couldn't manage the spirit.

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