"Do a full-body checkup, everything you can, and give me the results," Zhou Ze said.

"Okay," replied Doctor Lin. "Don't worry, you'll know immediately if there's a problem. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes, please."

He entered Doctor Lin's office, which seemed to be her rest area. The furnishings were simple, matching her straightforward personality.

Doctor Lin personally made tea and brought it over.

"You said last time you'd send me another copy of the divorce agreement," Zhou Ze said.

"Yeah."

"I didn't receive it."

"I didn't send it."

Zhou Ze nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite the desk.

"How about it? Interested in returning to your old profession here?" Doctor Lin said, gesturing around.

This hospital,

belonged to her family.

"It's very tempting," Zhou Ze said, taking a couple of sips of tea, "but I'm used to being lazy. I'm afraid I can't get used to working like I used to."

"It's fine. Come whenever you're happy to come, and don't come when you're not."

Zhou Ze licked his lips.

He was a little tempted.

At this hospital, he wouldn't encounter jealous old fossils, nor would he run into colleagues trying to trip him up, and there wouldn't be any competitors slandering him behind his back.

He could enjoy complete freedom and fully utilize his abilities.

After all,

the director was his wife.

But Zhou Ze still didn't agree directly. Honestly, he couldn't bear to part with the bookstore, the feeling and atmosphere it gave him. And he couldn't bear to part with Yingying.

Should he have Yingying get a nursing license and join him in practicing medicine?

Of course, he couldn't say that reason to the woman in front of him. Guanggun Zhou still had that much self-awareness.

"Actually, wouldn't it be inappropriate?"

Zhou Ze pointed at himself.

In his previous life, he was the youngest and most outstanding surgeon in Tong City, but in this life, Xu Le's identity was a joke. If he picked up a scalpel, it might cause a lot of trouble.

"Heh, if you're willing, I'm currently looking to invest in some pharmacies. I'm planning to take over a shop next to your bookstore and turn it into a pharmacy. Then you can knock it through to your bookstore, and you can sit there when you have nothing to do.

Some local pharmacies also have old barefoot doctors sitting there, looking at minor ailments and prescribing medicine isn't a big deal. Besides, I believe in your skills. You wouldn't ruin the reputation."

Zhou Ze continued to drink tea, not wanting to discuss these issues further. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Doctor Lin, emergency!"

At that moment, a nurse ran over and called out.

Doctor Lin immediately got up and walked out of the office.

Zhou Ze put down his teacup and slowly walked out as well, just in time to see Bai Yingying, who had just found her way here.

"Boss, I feel like she's changed a lot."

Yingying said.

"What were you doing just now?"

"Boss, she wasn't this capable before, you know?"

Yingying didn't answer, trying to play dumb.

"People always change," Zhou Ze said.

"Then, boss, do you still like her?" Yingying asked.

Yingying really wanted to say that she was so tired.

She'd fought off the men,

then the younger ones came,

and now suddenly, here came the original wife!

As someone trying to climb up from the position of a little maid, this palace intrigue was too difficult!

"There's nothing between her and me. Besides, if I get too involved with her given my identity, it might not be good for her."

"What do you mean by nothing?"

"What's in your head?"

Zhou Ze reached out and flicked Yingying on the forehead.

"But back then, Madam Bai and that scholar also had nothing, so why were they still together until death?"

"There's more between a man and a woman than just that kind of relationship, there's also spiritual appreciation…"

Zhou Ze suddenly stopped talking.

Wait,

wait,

Madam Bai and that scholar didn't do *that* back then?

Then wouldn't that mean Yingying's body,

she's still…?

"Yingying, are you still..."

Before Zhou Ze could finish the question,

there was a commotion from the emergency room.

Was there a problem?

Zhou Ze immediately walked over. It was a professional instinct, even a conditioned reflex. Moreover, this was a hospital, which easily made Zhou Ze forget that he was no longer himself from his previous life.

Pushing open the door to the emergency room, Zhou Ze saw an old man lying on the bed. The surrounding monitoring instruments showed that the old man was gradually losing vital signs.

"Charge it, get out of the way."

Doctor Lin was preparing to use the defibrillator.

But after one shock, the old man still didn't respond.

"Who are you? You can't be here." A nurse saw Zhou Ze.

"Let him stay," Doctor Lin said.

As the director, no one dared to object to her.

Zhou Ze walked to Doctor Lin's side.

"Help me."

Doctor Lin said to Zhou Ze.

"Sudden heart attack?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Yes."

"Keep doing what you're doing, pay attention to the frequency." Zhou Ze didn't rashly interfere with the rescue. First, Doctor Lin was already doing a good job, and it wouldn't make much difference whether he participated or not.

The mortality rate for this type of sudden illness was very high, and the patient was so old. In fact, for most emergency room doctors, whether they could save him or not was a matter of doing their best and leaving the rest to fate.

The rescue continued,

but the effect was very poor.

Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

At this moment,

he saw a gray luster slowly rising from the old man's body.

The soul had already come out,

was there no hope?

When Zhou Ze was a doctor before, he didn't have this "golden finger." Now, he could see the departing soul, so he basically knew that once the soul left the body, it meant that the rescue had failed.

Looking at Doctor Lin, who was still busy rescuing and hadn't given up, and at the many medical personnel around who were still earnestly performing their duties,

Zhou Ze pursed his lips and reached out to grab the soul.

Just like when he rescued the little girl from the car accident, he would grab his soul and put it back.

Even if he would suffer a backlash, even if it would be painful, he couldn't bear to sit here and watch this patient die.

Especially in the emergency room,

especially when the people here were all wearing white coats.

The former Zhou Ze had also experienced this kind of despair of failed rescue again and again. This despair would take even an experienced doctor at least a week to recover from.

You gave everything, tried your best, but still failed to save the patient's life. This sense of frustration was really not something ordinary people could bear.

His hand touched him,

but the soul began to distort.

If grabbing the little girl's soul back then was like grabbing a piece of wood, then grabbing this old man's soul now was like grabbing a handful of mud.

Had his lifespan run out?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

Unwilling to give up, he continued to grab with his hand.

This awkward scene appeared in the emergency room.

While everyone was trying their best to rescue,

this man who had been specially approved by the director to enter,

was here,

dancing?

Could it be that the director had invited someone to perform some sort of ritual?

We are medical workers,

how can we save patients using this method!

But everyone was concerned about the director's identity. Moreover, Lin Wanqiu's past professional competence and level made everyone unwilling to believe that Doctor Lin had actually invited someone to perform a ritual to help treat patients.

So,

the atmosphere in the emergency room remained awkward.

Until,

Zhou Ze really couldn't do anything.

Because he saw the old man's soul constantly twisting and suffering in his hands.

It was even begging him to let him go.

He was in too much pain.

He would rather leave peacefully to be reincarnated in hell than suffer this kind of pain again.

Zhou Ze lowered his arm, somewhat dejectedly.

He couldn't bring back people whose lifespans had run out.

In fact, Zhou Ze had tried to save people using this method before. After saving people, he would suffer a certain backlash, which would be very painful, but it wouldn't cause too much damage, not enough to injure his bones.

Sometimes Zhou Ze also wondered why he only paid such a small price when he clearly changed a person's life or death.

Later,

Zhou Ze understood.

For example, two patients with the same disease and the same condition,

one was treated in the best hospital in the United States, and he survived.

One was hanging on with IV drips in a small rural hospital in China, and he died.

The difference in medical resources allowed one person to live and the other to die. Could this be said to be changing fate?

The ghost official used his special ability to stuff the departing soul back into the body, increasing the probability of successful rescue, which was actually similar to the principle of treatment with more advanced medical equipment.

Of course, the ghost official had his own special characteristics, and it was normal to encounter some backlash.

But those whose lifespans had run out were truly beyond help. Even the ghost officials couldn't do anything.

The rescue failed.

Everyone in the emergency room showed disappointment.

"Notify the family and prepare the rescue report and other materials,"

Lin Wanqiu instructed.

"Yes."

Immediately afterward, Lin Wanqiu looked at Zhou Ze. "I'm sorry."

This apology was because the matter had affected Zhou Ze's mood.

"Don't be so polite."

He'd seen too much of it.

Zhou Ze and Lin Wanqiu walked out of the emergency room together.

They found a crowd gathered outside.

An old woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, stood at the front. She was short, but her dress and temperament were extraordinary. Behind her stood some old people and some young people, a total of more than fifty people.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed.

Doctor Lin also took a deep breath.

Medical workers were really not strangers to this kind of scene.

The other party should all be family members.

At this time, these family members all looked solemn, with sorrow on their faces, and many were clenching their fists.

Zhou Ze took a step forward and shielded Lin Wanqiu behind him.

The old woman choked up and asked,

"The old man...he's gone, right?"

"I'm sorry, we did everything we could," Doctor Lin replied, standing behind Zhou Ze.

The old woman nodded.

"He's gone after all."

Then,

the old woman took a step forward,

and bowed to all the doctors and nurses who came out of the emergency room.

"Thank you for your rescue, we've troubled you, everyone has worked hard."

The old woman's nephews and nieces also bowed together,

and said in a deep voice to all the doctors and nurses here,

"You've worked hard, thank you."