Professor Yang examined it carefully, and then nodded in a deep voice: "Well, the current situation is stable, and it may have been that the patient's mood swings and will to survive have weakened, causing the body's functions to malaise and regress. Hey, poor man, I heard from his relatives that his wife and son died in a car accident one after another, and two or three blows in a row may have made him disheartened. Fortunately, it has stabilized for the time being, pay attention to observation, and report any problems immediately! ”

Although Professor Yang doesn't know about the underworld, it is almost the same thing from a medical point of view.

"Okay, we'll step up our observations!" Nurse Wan nodded in reply, and followed Professor Yang out of the door.

Hao Jun silently looked at his father, whose hair was about to turn white, just half a year ago, his father was still energetic, majestic and tall, 1.82 meters tall, even in middle age, he was still handsome and chic.

But now there is no trace of vitality, like an old man who is about to die wood, with sallow skin and wrinkled face.

At this moment, Hao Yuntao's soul has returned to his body, and he can no longer talk to Hao Jun, and he can't even notice that Hao Jun is beside him, his eyes are closed and he falls into a deep sleep, and what happened before, he just thought it was a dream, a dream of hope that allowed him to continue to live.

That's me, when I was a kid

He always sat on his father's shoulder

The father is the ladder to heaven

The father was a cow from Nala's cart

I can't forget the coarse tea and light rice

Raise me

I can't forget a long sigh

Half a pot of old wine...

Hao Jun sang this father sadly, if he could go back to the past, he would definitely take care of this family affection cultivated in his previous life.

It's a pity that a misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, and after the loss, I understand the preciousness of this family affection, and at this moment I can only cry a thousand lines, and even as a ghost, I don't even have the qualifications to cry.

"Ah~Help~" Suddenly, a terrible scream pierced the night sky and reached Hao Jun's ears.

Hao Jun suddenly woke up, and with the feeling just now, he got out of his father's hospital room, and in the corridor of the intensive ward, looking for the direction of the voice.

"Ah~" The miserable scream came out again, this time Hao Jun heard it clearly, the voice was from a room in the intensive care ward, and this room was only three wards away from his father's room.

Strangely, the nurses seemed indifferent to such a thrilling shout, and they were completely unaware of it.

No, Hao Jun also noticed that something was wrong, so many nurses, it is impossible that they didn't hear it, if it is possible, then there is only one possibility.

This shout was not shouted by a human at all.

I'm afraid it's a ghost, so only Hao Jun, who is also a ghost, can hear it.

Curious, he wanted to take a look, but he was afraid that something was going on on his father's side, so he decided to check at the door of the room first.

Having made up his mind, he hurried to the door of the room, but was stunned.

"Hao Shuai?"

That's exactly the name on the patient's card at the door.

"I'd like to see how handsome you are?"

Hao Jun became more and more curious, and slipped through the crack at the bottom of the door.

Suddenly, a golden light shot towards him, and Hao Jun hurriedly dodged to the side!

"Damn, what the hell?"

Although he had dodged a little, he was still hit on his cheek by this golden light, the pain was hot, and the slightest ghostly aura overflowed, and it was obvious that his face had been cut by this golden light.

"Huh", another golden light shot towards the door in front of him, Hao Jun was terrified, and he was about to turn around and flee.

Suddenly, the colorful relics in my mind flew out at great speed, but this time they didn't spin, they didn't emit white light, but they directly met the golden light, and I saw that the extremely fast golden light shot on the relics, disappeared without a trace, and there was no reaction.

This time, the colorful relics were suspended in front of Hao Jun's forehead, and the golden light that came from the attack could be suppressed in an instant, and Hao Jun was stunned to find that this colorful relics were now a little bigger than before.

Could it be an illusion, but Hao Jun remembered that before he died, the relics he wore around his neck were not as big as they are now. It's also strange to say that after this colorful relic absorbed the golden light, no more golden light shot towards Hao Jun, and the atmosphere instantly became harmonious, even if the relic returned to his mind, he was not attacked again.

Hao Jun had time to observe, and right next to him, an old man's ghost was screaming miserably, and his ghostly spirit was leaking out, and his expression was extremely depressed.

This old man's ghost was very miserable, he was wrapped around several golden silk threads, and where he was entangled by the golden silk threads, he was making a 'snort' sound, and there was a black ghost aura coming out, and it was the shouts of this ghost old man that attracted Hao Jun.

"Help me!" Seeing that Hao Jun was not harmed, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw hope.

Hao Jun didn't pay attention to the old ghost, he remembered the middle-aged ghost in black who forcibly stripped his father just now, obviously this old man ghost also took a fancy to the serious illness here, and wanted to use the same trick to forcibly extract his ghost to go to the underworld to exchange contribution points.

This is a particularly bad and shameless practice, completely cutting off the patient's back road to recovery, Hao Jun looked at the position where the golden light was emanating, and it turned out to be a string of Buddhist beads, which was worn on the patient's hand on the hospital bed.

This was a young man, who seemed to be about the same age as Hao Jun, with gauze tied on his head and bandages on his legs, his face was extremely pale, and he fell asleep groggyly, if it weren't for the heaving of his chest with his breathing, he would have looked like a dead man.

"This? This?? When Hao Jun looked at his face carefully, he couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

This face is indeed very young and handsome, with good facial features and well-defined contours, which can fully support the name Hao Shuai.

However, Hao Jun didn't dare to face him, even if he was in a coma.

Because he was the young traffic policeman who was drunk and fell down by Hao Jun.

Although he is not dead yet, but he is not far from death, Hao Jun noticed that his yang energy is extremely scarce, often like this, he is about to die, without the protection of yang energy, the vitality of the cells in the whole body will quickly decline, and he will lose his ability to live.

No wonder this young traffic policeman will be targeted by this old ghost, so that people who don't have much yang protection can be forcibly stripped of their souls, without worrying about being corroded and burned by yang energy when they come into contact with them, similar to Hao Jun's father's situation.

There is also a medical form posted on the bedside, on which Hao Shuai's condition is written, which is preliminarily judged to be PVS, that is, a vegetative sign.

"Vegetative?"

Hao Jun's heart chuckled, and he couldn't describe the bitter regret in his heart in words. Vegetative people, in human terms, have no active thinking consciousness.

And in the words of the underworld, his soul has become fragments, and there is no complete ghost body at all.

And his physical body, just relying on these soul fragments to live tenaciously, if the shatter is not too serious, maybe he can reorganize and regain consciousness, but ninety-nine percent of people are equivalent to declaring death.

"Help me, save me!" The old ghost who was entangled in the golden silk thread kept crying out for help, which made Hao Jun, who was still in remorse, extremely irritable.

"You asked for it, even if you don't get entangled in this golden thread, you won't get anything at all, because he doesn't have a complete soul body at all." Hao Jun came to the howling old ghost and shouted.

"Ah, I didn't know this beforehand, please help me out!" The ghost of the bound old man pleaded again.

"Don't you think you're murdering by forcibly stripping other people's lives and deaths like this?"

Hao Jun shouted angrily, exhaled a cloud of ghost energy, and covered the old ghost's head. In his screams of pain, he and all the ghostly energy that came out of him was swallowed up.

And those golden silk threads all shot into Hao Jun's forehead, were taken away by the colorful relics, and disappeared.

Silence finally returned to the place, and only Hao Jun and the young traffic policeman who had been killed by him were left in the ward.