My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 26

Director Du forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and swallowed hard.

“Sir…” he began, but Lin Hai cut him off.

“Go check on the patient. He should be fine now. Oh, and don’t touch that golden needle.”

After saying this, Lin Hai, barely holding himself together, staggered out of the hospital.

His head was pounding as if it were about to split open. He could even feel the presence of his soul, which seemed incredibly weak, on the verge of dissipating at any moment.

He needed to find a quiet place to ask Tieguai Li what the hell was going on.

Once in his car, Lin Hai opened WeChat, found Tieguai Li, and got straight to the point, explaining his current condition.

Tieguai Li was astonished.

Tieguai Li: Immortal, the Golden Needle Soul Revival technique is essentially a battle with the soul reapers of the underworld. Those reapers are usually at the early stage of innate power, just slightly stronger than mortals. How could they injure your soul?

Lin Hai was frustrated. Damn it, I’m just a mortal, okay?

Little Confused Immortal: Something went wrong during the procedure. How do I heal the soul injury?

Tieguai Li: The Ghost Chapter of the knowledge I gave you contains healing techniques.

Lin Hai rolled his eyes. Yeah, but I failed to learn that part.

Tieguai Li: However, Star Soul Grass is extremely rare. Even if you have the healing technique, it’s unlikely you’ll gather the materials. The best way is to nourish your soul with a magical artifact.

“Do you have such an artifact?”

“No.”

“Who does?”

“I’ve never heard of anyone who does.”

Damn it, that’s as good as saying nothing!

The headache was getting worse. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from Lin Hai’s forehead. He groaned in pain, and his consciousness began to blur.

Damn it, am I really going to die like this?

I’m so damn unwilling!

Just as Lin Hai was on the verge of despair, a faint white light emanated from the car’s trunk, enveloping his entire body.

Lin Hai felt a warm, soothing energy enter his mind, gently nurturing his injured soul like a mother cradling her child.

The pain was still intense, but it had noticeably eased. His weakened spirit was also recovering, albeit at an almost imperceptible rate.

“What’s going on?” Lin Hai was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening. A wave of relief washed over him.

“Damn it, I knew it! This thing isn’t ordinary!”

He jumped out of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the ancient painting he had won from Hu Wei at Wangu Hall. He clutched it tightly to his chest.

Whether I live or die depends on you now.

Back at the hospital, Director Du personally re-examined Baldy Qiang. To his astonishment, all the bleeding points in the brain had completely stopped. The recovery was flawless, with no risk of any aftereffects.

“This is incredible, absolutely incredible! So the ancient texts were true after all!”

Director Du was utterly dumbfounded.

Above Baldy Qiang’s hospital bed, a beautiful girl with a slender figure floated like a ghost.

However, her clenched fists and furrowed brows betrayed Chu Liner’s frustration.

“I’m so mad, so damn mad! To think my first mission would end in failure. If I find out who messed this up, I’ll make them pay!”

At the same time, in the underworld.

King Chu Jiang sat with his eyes half-closed, listening to his trusted subordinates, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, report on their recent work.

“This month, we’ve added 7,192 new souls from China. There are 17 wandering spirits still in the mortal realm, 3 vengeful ghosts, and 7,365 souls have reincarnated…”

“Huh?” King Chu Jiang suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood up abruptly.

Ox-Head, who was in the middle of his report, was startled and stopped speaking.

“Nothing, continue,” King Chu Jiang said after a long pause, gesturing for Ox-Head to go on.

“7,365 souls have reincarnated, maintaining a balance in the underworld’s population…”

Ox-Head continued his report respectfully, but King Chu Jiang wasn’t listening anymore.

His mind was in turmoil.

“The Golden Needle Soul Revival! It’s actually reappeared! What’s going on?”

Meanwhile, Lin Hai lay in his car, clutching the ancient painting tightly as he fell into a deep sleep, his face still contorted with pain.

When he woke up again, it was already dark.

Lin Hai rubbed his throbbing head. The pain was still intense, but it was no longer unbearable.

He sat up slowly and let out a long breath. He knew he had narrowly escaped death.

That was way too close. I can’t use the Golden Needle Soul Revival so recklessly again.

He held the painting up to his eyes and muttered, “Heavenly Eye, open!”

He stared at it for five or six minutes, but even as his mental energy drained, he couldn’t detect anything unusual about the painting.

“This is so strange. I can’t figure it out. But when I picked it, I swear I saw the woman in the painting move.”

Lin Hai shook his head. Regardless, this painting was undoubtedly a treasure. It had just saved his life.

“Gurgle…” His stomach growled. He had been sleeping in the car all day and was starving.

He opened the car door and stepped out.

“Whoa, what the hell!”

Lin Hai was startled. As soon as he got out of the car, a smiling face appeared right in front of him, almost touching his own.

“Sir, I’m the director of First People’s Hospital. My name is Du Chun.”

Lin Hai finally recognized the old man grinning like a wolf in grandma’s clothing—it was Director Du.

“Hello, Director Du. Is my friend okay?” Lin Hai asked quickly. Although he was confident in the Golden Needle Soul Revival, he wanted to be sure.

“He’s fine. He should be discharged in a few days.” Du Chun hesitated for a moment before asking, “Sir, the technique you used to save your friend… was it the Golden Needle Soul Revival mentioned in ancient texts?”

Lin Hai was taken aback and looked at Du Chun in surprise.

“You know about the Golden Needle Soul Revival?”

“What?! It really is the Golden Needle Soul Revival!” Du Chun was utterly shocked.

Earlier, when he saw the acupoints Lin Hai had used on Baldy Qiang, he had only suspected it. But now, hearing it confirmed from Lin Hai himself, he felt as if everything he had learned in his life had been overturned.

After a long pause, Du Chun swallowed hard and asked with a hint of reverence, “Sir, do souls really exist within the human body?”

“Souls? I suppose they do,” Lin Hai replied after some thought.

He had genuinely felt the presence of his own soul earlier. Plus, he had a group of immortals in his WeChat contacts. If immortals were real, then the existence of souls didn’t seem so far-fetched.

If anyone else had said this, Du Chun would have scoffed and dismissed it as superstitious nonsense.

He was a staunch atheist. After decades in medicine, he had witnessed countless births and deaths. Whether someone was a high-ranking official or a beggar, death was the end. There was no such thing as a soul.

But today, after witnessing Baldy Qiang’s miraculous recovery, his beliefs were shaken.

“Well, Director Du, if there’s nothing else, I need to go. My stomach’s been protesting for a while now.”

Du Chun hesitated, then seemed to make a firm decision. He spoke solemnly, “Sir, I would like to become your disciple. Please accept me as your student.”

Pfft!

Lin Hai almost choked.

What? A disciple?

Damn it, why does everyone want to be my disciple?

Lin Hai was exasperated. Do I really look like a master or something?