My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 72

After the nurse finished speaking, Wang Yue and Liu Mei were completely stunned.

“My son!” After a long pause, Liu Mei’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor with a thud, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

Wang Yue stood frozen, swaying slightly as two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing their grief, Lin Hai frowned.

“Where’s the morgue? Take me there.”

“Who do you think you are? You can’t just waltz into the morgue!” The nurse shot Lin Hai a disdainful look and turned to leave.

Lin Hai grabbed her arm.

“Take me to the morgue. Now!”

Suddenly, Wang Yue snapped out of his daze.

“Nurse, this is Dr. Lin, the Miracle Doctor! I brought him here—maybe he can still save my son!”

“Miracle Doctor Lin?” The nurse blinked in confusion.

“The same Dr. Lin who revived patients with brain hemorrhages and coma at City First Hospital!” Wang Yue hurriedly explained.

The nurse’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Lin Hai.

Clearly, she had heard of those cases. In fact, nearly everyone in Jiangnan City’s medical field knew about them.

She just hadn’t expected the legendary Miracle Doctor to be so young.

“Please wait, I need to check with my supervisor.” With that, she hurried out.

“There’s no time—the Soul Reapers are already here.” Chu Linger suddenly appeared, her voice cold and detached.

“What?!” Lin Hai stiffened.

“Where are they? Tell me!” he demanded urgently.

Chu Linger gave him a puzzled look.

“You don’t even know them. Why are you so desperate to help?”

Lin Hai’s expression darkened.

“If you died one day, how do you think your parents would feel?”

Chu Linger froze.

“If I died… my father would probably lose his mind.”

“You’re the one who’s going to die! Hmph!” She snorted, but her heart wavered slightly.

“Chu Linger, I’m begging you—help me this once,” Lin Hai pleaded.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

“Fine. But you have to tell me where you really encountered the underworld.”

“Damn it, I told you I made that up! Just tell me where Wang Lei’s soul is!”

Just then, a bespectacled middle-aged doctor walked in, his face smug.

“So you’re the so-called Miracle Doctor Lin?” The man eyed Lin Hai up and down.

Lin Hai frowned at the condescension in his tone, but there was no time to argue.

“Take me to the morgue. Now!”

“Pfft. Who do you think you are, giving orders like that?”

“Doctor, please, take Dr. Lin to the morgue! He might still save our son!” Liu Mei begged.

“Are you people insane? Your son is dead. And you actually believe the rumors about some college kid playing doctor? Pathetic.” The man scoffed.

“Move!” Lin Hai shoved him aside. Screw this—I’ll find it myself.

“Where’s the morgue?” He grabbed a passing nurse.

“Basement level.”

Lin Hai sprinted toward the stairs.

“Where’d that guy go?” The doctor chased after him, stopping the nurse Lin Hai had questioned.

“He asked for the morgue,” she admitted.

“Damn it, this is bad!” The doctor pulled out his phone and dialed frantically.

At the Morgue Entrance

“Stop right there!” Four men in black blocked Lin Hai’s path.

Lin Hai paused. Their outfits look familiar…

“Get lost, unless you want trouble!” one snarled.

Ignoring them, Lin Hai pushed forward.

“You asking to die?!” The men lunged.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Four swift kicks sent them flying.

“Wait outside!” Lin Hai ordered Wang Yue and Liu Mei before stepping in.

The moment the door opened, a chilling draft swept over him.

Lin Hai shuddered. Damn, this place is full of corpses. Despite having met ghosts before, primal fear still prickled his skin. His heart pounded wildly.

Wait… why do I smell blood? His nose twitched. Something’s wrong.

“Who’s there? Come out!” A squad of hospital security rushed in.

“What’s your business here? The dead deserve peace—stop causing a scene!” A brawny guard barked.

“Captain Li, quit wasting time! Throw him out!” The doctor from earlier urged, his voice tense.

Lin Hai’s eyes narrowed. He’s nervous. Combined with the black-clad guards, something was definitely off.

He locked eyes with the doctor, his gaze icy.

“Quit staring! Get him out, now!” The doctor flinched, avoiding Lin Hai’s glare.

With a cold snort, Lin Hai marched toward him.

“W-What are you doing?! Captain Li, stop him!” The doctor panicked.

“Sir, leave now, or we’ll remove you by force,” Captain Li warned, grabbing Lin Hai’s shoulder.

Lin Hai twisted, expecting to flip him—but the man held firm, countering his move effortlessly.

Huh? A real fighter. Lin Hai struck back, aiming for pressure points, but Captain Li deflected each blow with precise blocks.

In seconds, they’d exchanged a dozen moves—neither gaining ground.

Lin Hai was stunned. His Tendon-Separating Bone-Dislocating Hand technique, learned from the Ming Dynasty’s Mo Kuang, could overpower even elite soldiers like Zhao Shan in one move.

Yet this security guard was matching him blow for blow.

So this is what they mean by ‘masters hide among commoners.’

But time was running out. If skill wouldn’t win this, raw power would.

Lin Hai threw a simple palm strike—channeling all his innate Qi into his arm.

Captain Li seized his wrist, intending to twist him into submission… but Lin Hai’s arm was immovable, like forged steel.

“Forgive me.” With a surge of strength, Lin Hai sent Captain Li stumbling back three meters.

The guard barely caught his balance, staring at Lin Hai in shock.

Now free, Lin Hai grabbed the doctor by the collar and lifted him off his feet.

“Let go! What the hell are you doing?!” the man screeched.

“Tell me—where is Wang Lei’s body?”