This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 26 Medical Practice Guidelines
Lin Jue grabbed the corner of his white coat and wiped the blood off the knife.

At his feet, the male ghost had become withered and decayed, with his mouth wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he was killed so easily by a fruit knife.

The body was covered with knife marks, and the exposed flesh was all burnt by the flames.

Solved a weird thing.

Lin Jue turned his head to look at the black gas floating in the air, and took a step forward. The black gas was like a guiding line, leading him to the place where the weirdness was.

Finally, he stopped at the fire escape.

The source of the black air is on the second floor below ground.

At the entrance of the passage, he saw a corpse in security uniform. The corpse's head was missing like the previous corpses, and his hands had also disappeared without a trace.

This should be the Lao Wang that the security guard mentioned.

"The head is missing again. Feitougui must be taking advantage of the chaos to harvest heads and secretly increase his strength."

Lin Jue walked around the corpse and went down the stairs to the basement level.

The entire parking lot was eerily quiet. The crisp sound of leather shoes' heels could be heard in the empty corridor. There were drops of blood scattered on the stairs, extending to the basement floor. After taking the last step, Lin Jue stood at the door of the basement floor.

The stench of decay in the air grew stronger.

He looked at the blood drops extending on the ground. The path of the blood drops was exactly the same as the direction from which the black air came.

"We don't need to rely on the black energy anymore. These blood drops are the signposts."

"The arms of those corpses were torn off by the male ghost. He must have taken them to the basement level."

"Did this guy give his arm to the monster that was hitting the wall? Why? To please or to feed? Do monsters help each other?"

The path of blood drops extended all the way to the toilet on the second floor below ground.

The toilet was even darker than the parking lot. There was no light at all when looking in from the entrance. It was like an abyss, daunting.

The black energy here is the densest, but Lin Jue estimates that with his current strength he should be able to easily solve it.

He didn't know what level of strength he was at now, but it was quite easy for him to kill E-level monsters.

He rushed into the toilet.

The toilet was divided into cubicles, one after another. The door of each cubicle was closed, and black gas was continuously overflowing from the gap in the door of the last cubicle.

You can faintly hear the sound of chewing, as if someone is hiding in the toilet and eating something secretly.

Lin Jue walked to the outside of the last cubicle and knocked on the door: "Hello, is anyone in there?"

There was no response, but the chewing stopped.

"I heard from your friends that you have a strange disease. I'm a doctor and I'm here to help you." Lin Jue stood outside the door, trying to make his voice sound calm: "If you don't answer me, I'll just open the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door.

In the cramped compartment, a disheveled woman was squatting with her back to him. Her floral dress was stained with blood, and several pieces of arms were lying beside her.

It was obvious that these arms came from those corpses. They were covered with tearing marks, as if they had been bitten by some wild beast.

The woman slowly turned her head, revealing a pale face beneath her messy black hair, and a broken finger in her mouth.

A row of needle holes can be seen on her upper and lower lips, as if her mouth had been sewn shut before she died.

The most horrifying thing was that the woman's eyes were so crowded with pupils that not a trace of white could be seen.

"This woman's black energy is stronger than that of a male ghost, but it's still within an acceptable range."

Lin Jue pondered in his heart, put his left hand in his pocket, and turned a blind eye to this horrific scene. His tone did not change from beginning to end: "Just as your friend said, your problem is indeed quite serious."

The woman looked at Lin Jue, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes.

"It's your friend who had a broken hand. I healed him, and now he doesn't have to worry about the broken hand anymore."

Lin Jue spoke slowly, "Your illness is probably pica. This kind of raw meat tastes full of bacteria and parasites. If you want to eat it, it's best to cook it thoroughly."

As he spoke, he reached out and took out the severed finger from the woman's mouth, his eyes softening: "Don't torture yourself anymore, tell me what exactly caused you to contract this disease? I will prescribe the right medicine." The female ghost's lips opened slightly. She didn't expect that a man dressed as a doctor would run over and say he wanted to help her, and it sounded like this doctor had also cured that "friend".

But she always felt that something was strange, but she couldn't tell what it was.

She looked at the doctor in front of her. He was gentle and polite, with a gentle attitude. There was nothing unusual in the way he looked at her. It was not the kind of terrified look that humans would have when seeing something strange. He really treated her as a patient.

At this moment, the female ghost's dead heart seemed to beat again.

She broke off a broken finger from one of her arms and used it like a pen to write a sentence on the toilet partition, with blood forming the strokes of each word.

Aren't you afraid of me?

Another dumb ghost?

And what are these ghosts all about? Why do they always ask others if they are scared?
"I'm a doctor. No matter what you look like, I treat everyone equally. As long as you're sick, you're my patient."

Lin Jue squatted down, his tone sounding like a spring breeze: "There are only eight words in my medical principles."

“The patient is the most important thing, and the doctor’s heart is full of compassion.”

"Healing you is my goal."

These words made the female ghost's eyes light up. She had never met such a warm person when she was still a human, but she didn't expect to meet one after she became a ghost.

She picked up the severed finger and wrote on the partition again.

The bloody words formed a broken sentence.

[Rainy night, raincoat, man, he sewed my mouth shut]

A picture suddenly emerged in Lin Jue's mind. On a rainy night, the woman was spotted by a man in a raincoat. He followed the woman home, tied her up, sewed her mouth, and then brutally killed her.

It's another rainy night, and another murder.

That male ghost also died on a rainy night, and this female ghost also died on a rainy night. Is it really such a coincidence?
However, one had his hands sawed off and his face cut, and the other had his mouth sewn shut. If the murderer is the same person, what other meaning does this behavior have?

"Hmm..." Lin Jue seemed to be thinking: "Did you develop pica because your mouth was sewn shut? This kind of thing is difficult to treat with medication."

The female ghost looked at Lin Jue who was lost in thought. The emotional fluctuations in her eyes disappeared, her gaze became cold, and black blood began to drip from between her fingers.

Lin Jue seemed oblivious to all this and continued, "Medication isn't very effective."

"My suggestion is to go straight for surgery!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out his left hand, which had been hidden in his pocket. The fruit knife was burning with flames and cut off the hand that the female ghost had secretly grabbed.

He didn't think that just a few words from him could make the ghost change her ways. The female ghost was just waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and so was he.

"what!"

The female ghost's eyes were wide open, every pupil was trembling, and she let out a shrill scream.

Lin Jue felt as if his head was hit by a hammer and he suddenly became dizzy.

Psychic attack!

After experiencing the dilemma, he was well prepared. When he decided to take action, he bit the tip of his tongue.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the severe pain cheered him up. He rushed forward, grabbed the female ghost's neck with his right hand and pushed her against the wall.

Holding the knife in his left hand, he stabbed again and again, black blood splattered and stained his white coat with a lot of ink.

The female ghost opened her mouth and wanted to scream again, but the hand on her neck was like an iron clamp. Even though ghosts did not need to breathe, she felt suffocated and could hardly make a sound.

The last knife fell on the heart, and Lin Jue stopped only when the female ghost completely stopped struggling.

He shook off the blood on the knife, took off his glasses stained with black blood, and had an expressionless face.

Another one solved.

(End of this chapter)