Joe Di had overestimated his financial strength. He wandered around the hospital for several hours, only to find that the money he had wasn’t enough to rent the kind of place he wanted. Not only was he unable to afford a room suitable for cultivation, he couldn’t even rent a tiny space sectioned off by a landlord.
After circling the area, Joe Di could only grab a quick bite before returning to the hospital.
He worked in the basement of Building 11, so he decided to check if there was anywhere he could stay.
Upon reaching the basement, Joe Di finally understood how Mary Tong had helped him. There was no need for anyone to be on duty here, nor was there any guard.
If there was any need for someone on duty, it would be in the caretaker’s room outside the morgue—but that room was empty. Joe Di opened the door with his key and immediately realized no one had worked here in a long time.
The room was over ten square meters, with a wire-frame bed, a desk, and a chair. Other than that, there was nothing else.
For Joe Di, this was perfect—it was quiet enough. Standing here, he could hear nothing but the sound of the ventilation system.
Most people would get goosebumps just seeing the word 'morgue' on the door. But Joe Di didn’t care; after cultivating martial arts, his body was brimming with energy and he was no longer afraid.
After a quick sweep of the room, Joe Di prepared to start cultivating the Da Xing Sect Manual. Even though he had the key to the morgue, he had no intention of going inside.
Joe Di hadn’t even begun cultivating when he heard hurried, unsteady footsteps approaching. The urgency revealed the person’s panic and fear.
It was already dark by now—someone was actually coming to the morgue?
Joe Di immediately stepped out of the room. Luckily, the footsteps weren’t coming from the direction of the morgue, or that would have been truly unsettling.
Soon, a figure appeared under the lights. Joe Di recognized him—it was the middle-aged doctor from earlier today, the one who had pointed him in the right direction and was later besieged by the deceased’s family over a medical incident.
By all rights, he should be overwhelmed with trouble right now. Why would he have time to come here?
"Hello." Joe Di called out first, worried he might startle the man.
The middle-aged doctor was clearly nervous. Joe Di’s greeting made him jump back a few steps, staring at Joe Di in alarm.
Joe Di stepped forward with a friendly smile. "Don’t you remember me? You pointed me in the right direction earlier today. As a doctor, you should be braver than most."
"It’s you." The middle-aged doctor finally recognized Joe Di and let out a sigh of relief. Then he asked, "Why are you here?"
Joe Di replied, "Director Frank Yu introduced me. Unfortunately, I happened to arrive just as the new director came. Human Resources had no choice but to assign me here."
The middle-aged doctor clearly knew some of the hospital’s inner workings. Hearing Joe Di’s words, he sighed, "You really are unlucky. If you’d come a few days earlier, you could’ve been assigned somewhere better. In fact, it was Section Chief Tong who helped you—there hasn’t been anyone on duty here for ages."
"I know, but what brings you here so late?" As Joe Di spoke, his gaze fell on the plastic bag in the doctor’s hand.
The middle-aged doctor lifted the bag helplessly. "Sigh, I got into a medical accident today and a patient who shouldn’t have died ended up dying. It’s far from over—I’ll probably have to leave Aibo Hospital. Tonight, I came to burn some paper for my patient. It’s a tradition here: no matter the reason, when a patient dies on the operating table, the doctor comes at night to burn a few sheets of paper."
"How do you know it was your fault the patient died?" Joe Di asked, secretly admiring the doctor’s honesty. Most doctors would never admit responsibility in such cases.
But this middle-aged doctor admitted it was his own mistake.
"The patient’s face turned purple and she started convulsing. I shouldn’t have injected her with Cardiaxin. Because I did, her heart was overloaded, and in the end..." The doctor’s eyes were filled with regret, his voice heavy with guilt.
Joe Di had no idea what Cardiaxin was, so he simply asked, "Are you planning to burn paper here?"
The middle-aged man looked at Joe Di a bit awkwardly. "My name is Dr. Ben Lin. I used to work in cardiology. If you have the key, could you open the door for me so I can go inside and burn the paper?"
Originally, Dr. Lin was just going to burn the paper outside and leave, but now that Joe Di was here, he wanted to go inside. Deep down, he felt uneasy—the patient had died in his hands. So when the family hit him and called him an incompetent doctor, he didn’t argue back at all.
Burning paper in the morgue was clearly against hospital rules, but at this hour, no one would know.
"It’s no trouble," Joe Di said, taking out the key and opening the morgue door. He was just here to pass the time, so if he could help Dr. Lin, he would.
In fact, the morgue was quite spacious, and there weren’t many bodies stored inside. Those kept for longer periods were frozen, while those held for a short time were placed in the wide outer hall.
Although the weather was still mild, Joe Di felt a chill as soon as he entered. It wasn’t just the cold air—there was a heavy sense of gloom as well.
Dr. Lin went straight to the body at the far end, knelt down, and took out the joss paper from his bag.
Joe Di’s gaze fell on the body, which was covered by a white sheet. Judging by the long hair, it was a young woman.
Seeing Dr. Lin kneeling, lighter in hand and muttering to himself, Joe Di didn’t disturb him and prepared to leave. Just then, his eyes swept over the dead woman’s fingers.
Though the morgue’s lights were dim, Joe Di’s eyesight was exceptional—he actually saw that the woman’s fingers were still tinged with the color of life.
"Dr. Lin, wait a moment..." Joe Di stepped forward and pulled away the sheet covering the body.
"What are you doing?" Dr. Lin was startled and rushed to stop him when he saw Joe Di uncover the sheet.
"Dr. Lin, she’s not completely dead yet. If I act now, I can still save her." Joe Di said in a deep voice. After lifting the sheet, he was even more certain of his judgment.
After cultivating the Da Xing Sect Manual, his senses and vision had become much sharper. The woman looked lifeless, but there was still a trace of vitality within her. This concept of 'vitality' was mysterious—only doctors with years of experience might sense it with a sixth sense, but most couldn’t.
Back in Jiguo, Joe Di’s medical skills were advanced, but even he couldn’t accurately sense vitality. The main reason was his lack of experience—he hadn’t treated many patients. But now, after cultivating the Da Xing Sect Manual, this subtle phenomenon naturally appeared to his senses.
"You’re saying she’s still alive?" Dr. Lin was shaken, his voice and trembling body revealing the turmoil in his heart.
(That’s all for today’s update. Good night, friends!)