As for spirits and ghosts, that's just a figment of people's imagination. This neurosurgeon understands it best; there is a neurosurgeon inside right now.
Due to the taboo and fear of gods and ghosts, they dared not enter. Upon hearing security and police arriving to disperse the crowd, these people, in an unprecedented rage, stomped and swore on the street: "We'll wait—don't believe you won't come out—"
The surgeon can indeed stay inside for a long time. If there weren't patients outside needing rescue, staying here would be no problem at all.
Cao Yong listened to the threats from the people outside, his expression serious, comforting her hair with his hand beside him.
Xie Wanying, touched on the head by her senior, lowered her head, her heart pounding a bit. She never imagined she'd be hiding in the mortuary with her senior one day.
The atmosphere around was somewhat eerie.
The staff on duty in the mortuary looked at the two of them and covered their mouths, snickering.
