My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 30

At five in the morning, Lin Hai was deep in sleep when his phone rang.

“Who the hell is calling this early?” Lin Hai grumbled, annoyed at being woken up.

“Hello?”

“Lin Hai, my dad… he’s not doing well.” Liu Xinyue’s tearful voice came through the phone.

“What?!” Lin Hai shot up from bed. “I’ll be right there!”

He threw on his clothes, jumped into his car, and sped toward the hospital.

While driving, Lin Hai sent a message to Golden Flower Boy.

Little Confused Immortal: How’s the Soul-Returning Pill coming along? Reply ASAP!

After a moment, Golden Flower Boy responded.

Golden Flower Boy: It should be ready by tonight.

Tonight? That’s too late!

Little Confused Immortal: I need it now, in ten minutes at most!

Golden Flower Boy: If you need it that urgently, I can divide the pill into smaller doses for the patient to take in stages. However, whether he wakes up will depend on luck.

Little Confused Immortal: Do it!

Right now, saving a life was the priority. If the patient didn’t wake up, they could always figure something else out later.

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In the emergency room, Liu Shan lay quietly on the hospital bed. The monitors showed his vital signs rapidly declining.

Du Chun, with a serious expression, was frantically trying to save him.

“Director, the patient is basically beyond saving. Shouldn’t we stop wasting our efforts?” Wang Yong, Liu Shan’s attending physician, suggested.

“Quiet! As long as the patient still has a breath, we doctors cannot give up!”

“Yes, yes, Director. Your compassion is truly admirable,” Wang Yong replied, though his eyes betrayed a hint of disdain.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the emergency room.

Du Chun frowned. “Go see what’s going on.”

Wang Yong hurried out.

“What’s all this noise? Don’t you know this is a hospital?” Wang Yong scolded the crowd as soon as he stepped out.

Lin Hai, recognizing Wang Yong, felt a surge of disgust.

“How is he?”

“How is he?” Wang Yong sneered, now recognizing Lin Hai. “He’s as good as dead. We’re just waiting to collect the body.”

“Waaah!” Liu Xinyue broke down in tears, collapsing to the floor.

Lin Hai’s eyes narrowed, and he strode forward.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? This is the emergency room! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!”

Ignoring Wang Yong, Lin Hai shoved him aside.

“Stop! Do you think you can take responsibility if something happens?” Wang Yong hurried after him.

Bang!

Lin Hai pushed open the door to the emergency room.

Du Chun had just removed his gloves. The patient’s vital signs had almost completely disappeared.

Already frustrated by the failed resuscitation, Du Chun turned angrily when he heard the door open.

“Director, this guy is out of control! I tried to stop him, but he just barged in!” Wang Yong explained hastily.

“Get out!” Du Chun barked.

“You heard him! Get out!” Wang Yong shouted at Lin Hai.

“I was talking to you!”

“M-me…?” Wang Yong was stunned. “Director, I…”

“Do you not understand human language? Get out!”

“Y-yes, I’m leaving.” Wang Yong scrambled out of the room.

“Master, are you going to perform the Golden Needle Soul Revival to save him?” Du Chun eagerly approached Lin Hai, his earlier frustration replaced by excitement.

The thought of witnessing Lin Hai’s legendary technique made Du Chun’s heart race.

Revive your sister! Lin Hai rolled his eyes.

The excruciating pain from the last time he used the Golden Needle Soul Revival was still fresh in his mind. He wouldn’t use it again unless absolutely necessary.

Glancing at Liu Shan, Lin Hai pulled out his phone.

Little Confused Immortal: Kid, is it ready? Hurry up!

Golden Flower Boy: Almost done. One more minute.

Du Chun, watching from the side, was dumbfounded.

Master is truly extraordinary. The patient’s practically dead, and he’s still casually playing with his phone.

Above Liu Shan’s body, a ghostly figure floated.

It was Chu Liner, the newly appointed soul reaper who had failed to collect Guangtou Qiang’s soul last time.

“Last time, I failed, and only managed to avoid punishment because my dad covered for me. I can’t fail again.”

Chu Liner waved her hand, and a chain appeared. She looped it around Liu Shan’s neck.

“Let’s go.” Chu Liner smirked triumphantly.

“Crap, this is bad!” Lin Hai, still waiting for the pill, suddenly felt a strange, soul-shaking sensation.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Du Chun asked, noticing Lin Hai’s sudden change in expression.

Lin Hai didn’t answer, but his mind was racing.

According to the Medicine King’s legacy, this feeling means the soul is leaving the body.

“Damn it, there’s no time.” Lin Hai glanced at his phone. Golden Flower Boy still hadn’t delivered the pill.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Hai had no choice. He couldn’t let Liu Xinyue’s father die.

Quickly pulling out a golden needle, Lin Hai aimed for a crucial acupoint on Liu Shan’s body.

“Golden Needle Soul Revival!” Du Chun, witnessing the technique firsthand, trembled with excitement.

“Ugh!” Lin Hai felt a sharp, unbearable pain in his head.

“Huh?” Chu Liner, who was pulling Liu Shan’s soul away, suddenly felt a powerful, familiar force tugging back.

“Again? This is so annoying!” Chu Liner immediately realized it was the same guy from last time, interfering with her work.

This time, she was determined to teach him a lesson.

With all her strength, Chu Liner pulled Liu Shan’s soul forward.

Ding!

At the critical moment, Lin Hai’s phone chimed.

Lin Hai, enduring the pain, managed to glance at the screen.

“Finally!”

He quickly opened the Qiankun Bag and saw a small, black pill inside.

Extract!

With both hands occupied, the pill fell to the ground and rolled away.

“What’s that?” Du Chun, who had been intently watching Lin Hai, was startled.

“Pick up that pill, quick!” Lin Hai ordered urgently.

His headache was becoming unbearable.

“Oh, okay.” Du Chun quickly picked up the pill. Though he didn’t know what it was for, Lin Hai’s urgency made it clear it was important.

“Put it in the patient’s mouth!”

“What? Master, it fell on the ground. It’s not sanitary.”

“Damn it, just do it! Stop wasting time!”

“Okay, okay!” Seeing Lin Hai’s desperation, Du Chun quickly placed the pill in Liu Shan’s mouth.

The pill dissolved instantly, turning into a dark liquid.

At the same time, Lin Hai, using the Medicine King’s secret techniques, felt Liu Shan’s soul slowly returning to his body.

Though it wasn’t fully merged, at least it wouldn’t be taken away.

Snap! Lin Hai quickly removed the golden needle.

“Whew, that was close. The pain wasn’t as bad as last time, but it was still awful.” Lin Hai rubbed his temples, relieved.

“The vital signs… they’re stabilizing!” Du Chun stared at the monitors in awe. Even though he had just witnessed Lin Hai’s miraculous technique, it still felt surreal.

His admiration for Lin Hai grew even stronger.

“Who… who is doing this? This is so unfair!” In mid-air, Chu Liner stared at her now-empty chain, her chest heaving with frustration.

Liu Shan’s vital signs had returned. Though his soul and body weren’t fully merged, he was technically alive again. Chu Liner couldn’t take his soul.

This meant her mission had failed… again!

“Waaah… this is too much for a ghost to handle!” Chu Liner sat down in mid-air, pouting as tears streamed down her face.