Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 433 - 429, Medical Accident

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Close the door.

Du Wei walked out of the psychological counseling clinic.

In his hand, he still carried the antique clock covered with a white cloth and Annabelle.

Seeing this outside the clinic, Tom asked curiously, "What’re you holding there?"

Du Wei said indifferently, "What do you think it is?"

"Of course, it’s valua—err, of course, it’s something valuable."

Tom stumbled over his words. Having spent so much time with Father Tony, he had absorbed some knowledge about exorcism, so he guessed that his good buddy was probably carrying some kind of Evil Spirit medium.

But it was something even more terrifying than that.

Du Wei looked at him deeply and said, "I can’t live in my house anymore. I need to find a place to stay and take care of some things."

Tom asked, puzzled, "Are you moving in with your girlfriend?"

Du Wei thought for a moment and then said, "No, I plan to find a secluded place, or perhaps open an exorcism clinic. Anything will do, but I need a private space."

Bringing the antique clock and Annabelle to Alex’s place was not quite ideal.

After all, she was his girlfriend. If something scared her, there was no explaining it away.

The most important thing was that among the items he carried with him, many were hiding Evil Spirits.

A private space was essential.

Hearing this, Tom suddenly realized something and then gave Du Wei a thumbs-up: "A man indeed should have his private space. I once thought about buying a little room in the Red Light District just for myself to live in."

Then, his expression changed, and he cursed, "But I’ve long since killed that idea. I’m never going to that disgusting place again, the Red Light District."

This piqued Du Wei’s interest.

He had just recently cured Tom’s unmentionable problem. Given Tom’s personality, he should’ve been eager to strut around the Red Light District every day. How could he possibly be repulsed by it?

"What on earth happened to you?"

With an odd tone, Du Wei asked.

"Don’t tell me you’ve encountered some other weirdness?"

Tom’s face turned green: "Don’t mention it, just thinking about it makes me sick. Damn it, I got drunk with Father Tony yesterday. Didn’t get with any women but instead partied all night in a bar full of men."

"Fuck! It makes me sick. You should understand what I mean by ’bar’, right?"

Du Wei’s eyelids twitched.

He quickly followed up, "You… are you okay? Did you go to the hospital? You better not catch any diseases…"

Tom said with a frustrated face: "Luckily I’m ugly, so those guys didn’t touch me. Otherwise, I’d probably be in the proctology hospital by now."

"What about Father Tony?"

"He’s fine too. Even though he was quite handsome when he was young, he’s freaking nearly sixty now. Who would be so twisted to mess with him?"

Du Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Tom with a complex gaze, wanting to say something but could only let out a helpless sigh.

"How do you two always end up in such strange situations?"

Tom said helplessly, "I’d like to know that too, sigh... life is tough for me."

Having said that, Tom slapped his forehead and continued, "Right, since you’re fine here, I’ll take my people and go. I still have to organize a strike against the Red Light District."

"Damn it, if I find out who’s behind that bar, I’ll make sure they get a suspended death sentence."

This grudge was second only to the Veda Sect.

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As someone who always slept with others, Tom almost got slept with instead. This rage and fear left him feeling frustrated and angry.

Du Wei could only nod and say, "If that’s the case, I’ll take my leave first. I need to find a new home and handle some paperwork."

No sooner had he spoken.

Suddenly, Du Wei’s brows furrowed, and a flicker of peculiarity crossed his eyes.

He looked up into the distance, where a link in his mind that had long been severed began to show signs of restoration.

...

At this very moment.

At Dusk Bell Church elsewhere.

James had come back to life.

He felt as if he had been in a very long dream, full of pain and suppression, endlessly falling into darkness.

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It felt like there was no end.

He had been sinking for a long time, with a strange noise always whispering in his ears.

It sounded like a deity, or perhaps like devils murmuring softly, indescribably uncomfortable.

"Huff..."

James let out a long exhale and slowly opened his eyes.

Then, he saw a face he never wanted to see in his life appear before him.

Disheveled golden hair, grinning at him, "You’re awake again, and it’s me who saved you—now you owe me two hundred billion in medical fees."

Two hundred billion!!!

Shock ran through James at these words, and he sat up straight.

"Ryan! Get the fuck away from me!"

His voice was filled with anger.

Ryan frowned, noting the problem.

He snorted coldly and said, "Patient James, do you think I, Ryan, am easy to bully?"

"You fucking owe me two hundred billion!"

"Do you understand that?"

"If you don’t pay me back, I’ll piss and shit all over your room every day!"

James couldn’t be bothered to deal with Ryan, the lunatic, and turned his head to look around, noticing many members of Dusk Bell in his room.

The closest was Tiquel.

Not knowing that this person was there to monitor him and Ryan, he asked, "Tiquel, how long was I out?"

Tiquel replied with a bizarre expression, "About two or three days, to be precise, you were dead for two or three days. Um... Mr. James, I have to say, you really should thank Ryan. He saved you once again."

James was dumbfounded.

What did that mean?

He had been dead for two or three days?

And Ryan was the one who saved him?

It seemed like he did nothing, just had some IV drips, and that killed him?

The others saw the confusion on James’s face, feeling just as baffled themselves, and roughly explained the situation.

"Two days ago, you suddenly stopped breathing and were lying dead in your room."

"Our initial guess was that it might have been due to some unresolved food poisoning, but anyway, you had been lying dead for two days."

"We were about to put Holy Nail in you and send you for cremation, but Ryan insisted you could still be saved. He tried his electrotherapy on you and even fed you some hot water."

"Oh, he insists that hot water was some sort of medicine, all weird and stuff, but regardless, you’re alive again!"

Upon hearing this.

James looked at Ryan with a complicated expression.

Ryan, proud as ever, lifted his head and said disdainfully, "Don’t look at me with such adoration. Saving you again might just be a small step for me, Ryan, but it’s a giant leap for the entire medical world. It won’t be long before Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital becomes world-famous."

"At that time, even the director will look at me differently, and my title evaluation will be a sure thing!"

"Rest assured, James, as long as I, Ryan, am here, you won’t die in this lifetime!"

Listening to Ryan’s madcap speech.

A flicker of emotion stirred in James’s heart.

He extended his hand, wanting to pat Ryan on the shoulder to show his gratitude.

But then he discovered that his only remaining hand had lost all feeling.

Looking down, he saw his entire right hand wrapped in bandages.

Faintly, he could smell something burnt...

James asked in horror, "My hand? What happened to my hand!"

Ryan scratched his head and said, "About that... electrotherapy, you know. We don’t exactly have the best equipment here at the psychiatric hospital, so I had to stick your hand in a socket, and... well, I might have left it there a tad too long."

"But don’t worry, your hand is sure to recover."

"Plus, as your attending physician, I’ve got it all planned out for you. During your recovery, I’ll feed you and give you drinks every day. Don’t be embarrassed, I am definitely going to take responsibility for you to the very end."