Absolute Gate

Chapter 8 It's Really Haunted
Wu finally had money, even if it was only a million, but he didn't hesitate to quit his job.

The boss was surprised and regretful, and tried his best to persuade Wu to stay, but Wu's mind was made up.

The reason is simple: this amount of money is what he could earn in ten years of hard work with his current job, even with crazy overtime.

If you were to slack off and only take a regular salary, it would take more than twenty years to earn that much.

How many decades are there in life?
With the money in hand, Wu Zhongxin felt relieved, and the tension in his mind finally eased.

He seemed to have gained confidence, and he walked much slower, no longer walking with his head down in such a hurry.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, and dark clouds covered the sky.

He found a shop near the hospital, bought an umbrella, and for the first time in his life, bought a pack of cigarettes with his own money.

It wasn't expensive, only fourteen yuan. He lit one and slowly smoked it at the door.

"call……"

As the cold rain pattered down, after taking an epic gulp, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his mind became exceptionally clear.

He paid off all the loans first.

Afterwards, I called the care center to request a different caregiver and signed a new contract for two years.

It was a company next to the hospital. When the person in charge came to the hospital, Wu casually negotiated a price. After both parties signed the contract, Wu transferred 140,000 yuan to the monitoring service company behind him.

Caregivers provide 24-hour care for patients, and 140,000 yuan a year is considered cheap.

Once this is settled, I'll withdraw the remaining money to my bank card to prevent the money from being suddenly suspended. This will take two days.

Fortunately, he has already paid for the surgery and won't need to spend a lot of money in the short term.

Wu returned to the ward to see his grandfather and told him about the surgery tomorrow.

Grandpa, however, kept shaking his head and repeating "eat clothes".

Wu Zhong sighed, wondering if his grandfather would still recognize him... Even after the new caregiver arrived, Wu Zhong still went home to get his clothes.

We decided to bring all of Grandpa's clothes, point them out one by one, and see what he wanted.

After rummaging through drawers and cupboards at home, Wu finally managed to gather all of his grandfather's clothes.

Not many, just eight sets of everyday clothes for all four seasons. He folded them one by one, intending to find a box to put them in.

Suddenly, he found a wooden box under the bed.

Wu raised an eyebrow, remembering that this was also his maternal grandfather's thing. He opened it and was stunned.

Inside, there was a neatly folded set of blue-brown silk, decorated with auspicious patterns, depicting five blessings surrounding longevity... This was a funeral garment!
With a sudden rush of consciousness, Wu Zhong instantly remembered what his grandfather had been telling him: "I want to eat clothes," "There's a box in the house, give me clothes to eat, go get it..."

“Master…” His eyes instantly reddened, and he finally understood what had been said before.

My grandfather was going to wear his burial clothes, and he had already prepared them for himself.

Wu Zhong hurriedly put away the funeral clothes, picked up the box, and rushed to the hospital.

As he entered the ward, he looked at the thin, confused old man on the bed and slowed his pace.

"Do you want it?" Wu Zhong patted the box.

Grandpa opened his eyes, drowsy, and nodded: "Hey! Eat clothes, give me clothes to eat..."

Wu Zhong put the box down, grasped his hand, and choked up, "Don't say that... Why would a living person wear funeral clothes?"

"Don't think too much... You have surgery tomorrow, and you'll be completely cured after that."

But no matter what he said, his grandfather insisted on wearing his burial clothes.

The meaning is simple: he doesn't want to endure it anymore.

Wu Zhong finally said with a deliberately stern face, "I've already paid the surgery fee, 30,000 yuan. You have to do it whether you like it or not."

He then stopped saying anything.

Wu Zhong felt very uncomfortable. He walked out of the ward and lit a cigarette in the stairwell.

He stayed at the hospital that day and didn't go anywhere else.

She stayed by her grandfather's side the whole time, helping him with everything from eating and drinking to toileting, and was very patient, working hand in hand with the caregiver.

Without work, he had free time and felt inexplicably relaxed. His thinking became clearer, and his temperament improved a lot. He even spoke gently when chatting with the caregiver.

The new caregiver felt embarrassed when he saw Wu Zhong taking the initiative to share his work, even though he had been paid to do it himself.

So he took the initiative to tell Wu Zhong that the previous caregiver he disliked was actually a very diligent person. The reason why she didn't care about him was because Wu Zhong had a bad temper and had even cursed at her.

The other party didn't say anything, but they channeled their resentment into their work caring for their grandfather.

Wu Zhong was stunned. Recalling the past, he realized that his tone and expression were not very good. He couldn't pretend, and his bad mood was always written on his face.

Only now, after the car accident and with money as a foundation, has he been able to mature and reflect.

"Really? Actually, I'm not a person with a bad temper... I'm just not very educated... there might be some misunderstandings."

"Uncle, my grandfather entrusted his care to you while I was away. Please do your best. Thank you."

Hearing him say that, the new caregiver smiled sheepishly: "Oh, what's the big deal? It's all part of my job. I'll definitely do my best for the old man."

“Young man, you seem like a nice person, and you treat people well... You're nothing like what he said. It seems he's just spreading rumors. He's clearly slacking off at work. I used to think he was a very responsible person.”

Wu Zhong smiled but said nothing.

I couldn't help but sigh, realizing that time is indeed the most precious thing a person has.

Whether one is rich or poor is not a necessary condition for personal progress.

Whether or not you have time to control is the most important thing.

I can examine myself three times a day, but I need to have the time and energy to do so.

……

Night fell, the wind was still howling, and the rain was pouring down.

After settling things over with the outsiders, Wu finally lay down on the bed in the ward and fell asleep fully clothed.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he vaguely felt like he was about to dream when he was suddenly woken up by his grandfather's shout.

"A ghost! A ghost! Get out! Get out!"

Grandpa yelled at him hoarsely, trying to sit up, but he was too weak to move and could only lie down.

Wu finally felt drowsy, his head throbbing as if it were splitting open, and he hadn't slept well.

He looked around, puzzled, rubbed his temples, and walked over: "Do you need to pee? Or poop?"

Grandpa pointed to the window: "My goodness, a ghost is trying to harm you, be careful!"

"Guai Guai" is Wu Zhong's nickname. He looked at the window, which had been blown open by the wind, and rain was blowing in. He quickly went over to close it.

"No, goodness, there's a ghost!" Grandpa exclaimed urgently.

Wu finally went over and closed the window: "Why didn't you close the window? The rain is blowing in all the way... This awful weather."

He kept hearing his grandfather shout about ghosts, but he never saw any ghosts and just thought it was nonsense.

At that moment, the patient in the next bed suddenly sat up in shock!
Upon seeing this, Wu assumed that his grandfather had woken the person up and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"My grandpa's head is all foggy, is he making a fuss? I'm sorry, please go back to sleep, he's fine."

At the same time, he was wondering why the patient in the next bed, whom he remembered as a stroke patient, was so grumpy when he got up that he sat up straight.
"Wow!"

In the dim light, the patient not only sat up, but also got out of bed and walked barefoot toward Wu Zhong.

This person still has needles stuck in their hand and an IV drip in their arm.

"Hey, grandpa, take it easy. You're on an IV drip. I'll help you if you need to go to the toilet."

Wu Zhong hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, afraid that he would fall.

Upon closer inspection, the old man's eyes, which had been hazy and dazed, suddenly sharpened and became filled with murderous intent when he saw me!
Yes, murderous intent!
Wu Zhong didn't know how to describe it, but his gaze was sharp and cold.

In addition, the old man was so thin and emaciated that he barely had any hair on his head, which gave Wu Zhong goosebumps in the middle of the night!
"what?"

Wu sensed something was wrong, and sure enough, the old man grabbed the IV stand with his withered, claw-like hands and swung it at Wu's head.

"Oh, wrong!"

Wu Zhong was startled and instinctively stepped back.

The old man wasn't very agile, but he managed to dodge it. However, the incident happened suddenly, and he tripped over the bed leg, staggering and leaning against the foot of the bed.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Wu Zhong was young and 1.8 meters tall, so it was impossible for him to be afraid of an old man who was crazy.

But the other person's body was so fragile that he dared not fight back.

"call!"

The old man swung the IV stand and smashed it down again.

Wu Zhong rolled nimbly on the ground to dodge, and then stood up again.

Ignoring the old man's next move, he went to his grandfather's side to protect him, worried that the crazy old man might hurt his grandfather.

"Beep beep beep." Wu Zhong pressed the call button, ready for anything.

His eyes were fixed on the old man, whose withered body was still trembling as he took small, unsteady steps forward.

Look at those tiny, frail steps; he's practically on his last legs. Yet, he's carrying a hanging rack like a weapon, charging in with such ferocity that it's truly baffling.

At this moment, the new caregiver who had been sleeping nearby woke up.

"Uncle! Help! This old man has gone mad."

Wu hoped the caregiver would help him hold the other person down, but the caregiver grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed him directly in the neck!
"Mosa?"

Wu Zhong exclaimed in horror, staring wide-eyed in disbelief until he saw the caregiver's eyes were also filled with terror and murderous intent!
"Pfft!"

This caregiver is in his fifties, a long-term worker, not a sickly old man.

Furthermore, Wu Zhong was caught off guard and had his neck pierced by a single stab.

Fortunately, he reacted and wasn't stabbed directly; otherwise, he would have been bleeding profusely.

Feeling the pain and warmth on his neck, Wu Zhong completely lost his temper: "Are you guys crazy?!"

He kicked out hard, sending the caregiver staggering backward, and then pounced on him to snatch the knife.

"Bang bang bang!" He smashed the caregiver's hand holding the knife, while the stroke-stricken old man hit him hard on the back of the head with a hanging frame.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Fortunately, the old man wasn't very strong. Wu managed to withstand a couple of blows, first knocking the knife out of the hand of the stronger caregiver, before turning around and pushing the old man away.

Just as he separated the two and was about to pick up his grandfather from the hospital bed and run away.

A terrible thing happened. Grandpa glared fiercely, picked up the iron spoon he used for eating from the bedside, and poked it into his grandson's eyes!
This scene horrified him so much that he instantly got goosebumps all over his body, and his blood ran cold.

"grandfather!"

Wu was heartbroken. He turned his head to avoid it and staggered backward.

He didn't know who his father was, nor had he ever met the martyr's grandfather. He was raised by his maternal grandfather and mother from a young age. After his mother died, this was his only relative, and he addressed his grandfather to his family.

He couldn't believe his eyes. His closest relative had gone mad and wanted to kill him.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He was shocked and caught off guard when the caregiver grabbed him from behind, her arms binding him like iron chains.

Wu Zhong's arms were locked, and he struggled desperately, repeatedly banging his head backward, like nodding in the opposite direction.

But this new caregiver was incredibly strong and didn't feel pain. Despite his nose bleeding profusely, he wouldn't let go no matter how many times the caregiver banged his head against the head!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Pfft!"

He was beaten bloody by the two old men, and when he saw his grandfather shakily get out of bed to pick up the fruit knife, Wu Zhong's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Grandpa! What's wrong? Say something!

Grandpa ignored him, his eyes fierce. He weakly rolled off the bed, picked up the knife shakily, and shuffled toward him.

This relentless drive to kill him is terrifying.

Wu could kick him away, but he couldn't bear to, after all, his grandfather's bones were too fragile.

Without hesitation, his grandfather plunged the knife into his neck.

Feeling threatened with his life, Wu Zhong felt a chill run down his spine.

He pushed off the ground with his feet, causing the caregiver behind him to stumble backward and crash into the wall.

Even when his adrenaline surged and he smashed the caregiver's face until it was bloody and mangled, the caregiver showed no sign of letting go, tightly binding and locking him in place.

In retrospect, perhaps the other party secreted more? After all, two bedridden old men managed to get out of bed and chase after him; how much adrenaline must that have been?
The caregiver, who was in his fifties, exuded an aura of unwavering devotion, as if he would rather die than let go of her.

"Help! Murder...murder!"

Wu cried out for help, struggled with all his might, and kicked wildly, almost dragging the caregiver on his body as he stumbled and fell out of the ward.

"Help! Nurse! Doctor! Someone help!"

He shouted in the corridor, and a nurse came running over with a medicine bottle: "Don't shout, this is a hospital!"

Hearing a normal person speak, Wu Zhong was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "I know, I know! Look! This person is going to kill me!"

The nurse came running from the other end of the dimly lit corridor.

Just when Wu thought he was saved...

With a bang! So fast! The nurse swung the medicine bottle in her hand and smashed it directly on his head. Glass shattered and flew everywhere, and medicine mixed with blood flowed out.

"what?"

Wu looked up and met the nurse's gaze, which was filled with murderous intent.

"For Moss! This is for Moss after all!"

Wu finally broke down and exploded. He mustered up a tremendous force, stood up, turned around, and swung the caregiver behind him so fast that his feet didn't touch the ground. He knocked down the others like a weapon.

Then, with all his might, he jumped backward, his back slamming into the ground, the caregiver landing on the back of his head. He then let go.

Finally freed from his restraints, Wu didn't even look back, sprang up and ran like a mad bull, shouting for help.

However, those who came out of the ward were all trembling patients, holding various objects they could grab as weapons, wanting to kill him!
In the dimly lit corridor, shadowy figures moved about, their eyes bloodshot, all converging on him.

"They've all gone mad...they've all gone mad! There's a ghost!"

Wu gritted his teeth and charged towards the emergency exit on the stairs, ignoring the pain... He always went there to smoke, so he knew the way well and habitually ran there.

As he passed an elderly woman lying on a hospital bed in the corridor, barely clinging to life, she suddenly sat up in shock and grabbed his clothes.

They wouldn't let go, their eyes fierce, like a vengeful ghost demanding a life.

"Get out of here!"

Wu ignored her completely, and kicked the old woman away anyway.

He charged recklessly, punching old men and kicking old women. These withered patients, even in their madness, were no match for him, a young man who was now enraged.

Before long, he finally made it through the corridor, with no major injuries but numerous minor ones.

He felt no pain, slammed open the safety door, and closed it behind him.

"Boom boom boom!"

A group of madmen crowded outside the door, banging, knocking, and squeezing, but they couldn't open it.

Even if you smash the glass with a weapon, the shards will remain in the window frame and won't fall out, forming a pattern of cracks, like frosted glass.

Wu Zhong never expected that his superpower would come in handy in this way, welding it shut!

Even if the door is smashed, the fragments will be welded in place and cannot be opened.

"Huff! Cough cough cough! Huff..."

Wu Zhong, panting with his hands on his knees, gradually calmed down. He was covered in blood and his eyes were blank.

He watched through the small glass window of the safety door as the crowded patients on the other side rammed against the door and relentlessly tried to kill him, which puzzled him greatly.

Heavenly Bodhisattva, even his closest relatives are among them!

The people in the hospital wanted to kill him the moment they saw him? This was no exaggeration; if most of them weren't physically weak, he probably would already be dead.

Why? He didn't know why!

……

　P.S.: Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)