As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

Chapter 78: Dr. Charles, I’m feeling a little scared

"What did you say?"

The ghost who had just entered was a bit confused.

Alexander also felt that he seemed to be acting a bit too hastily. So he calmed down a bit before asking:

"What’s your name? Were you a star in your past life?"

"Past life? You actually mentioned past life?"

Originally, this ghost came here to buy human flesh. As long as Alexander said it couldn’t be cured or didn’t need to be treated, he would take Alexander’s hand if there was a slight mistake.

However, when he heard Alexander’s words, this ghost couldn’t stand it anymore! He slammed the table angrily and said:

"What do you know? I, Soren, am proficient in rap and street dance. Don’t just say in my past life, even after death, I’m still a top trend in Happy Street!"

"Yes, yes! Top trend! Top trend!"

Alexander nodded repeatedly, suddenly asking abruptly: "Are you very unhappy?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Soren was a little confused.

"You see, at home you’re always the darling of your parents, and at school, everyone admires you. But online, everyone speaks ill of you, right?" Alexander continued to ask.

"It seems... it seems so!" Soren was a bit unsure.

"Every night, when it’s quiet, your thoughts are always uneasy, especially during this period, you feel countless gazes attacking from behind when you go out. People around you seem to be whispering, all talking about you! There’s always a depression in your heart, but it can’t be released! You feel like your heart is on fire all the time, it’s extremely uncomfortable!" Alexander continued.

"How...how do you know that!"

Soren was stunned!

What Alexander said was all right!

If it’s not right, how can it be! Soren is actually not a sissy, in daily life he’s at most just a little boy who hasn’t grown up, spoiled, and likes to act like a baby.

Don’t believe it? Just find a cute seven or eight year old kid who likes to act cute, aren’t they all like this?

It’s just enjoying the feeling of being noticed and lifted up!

If you become a star, there’s no doubt that you’ll be criticized! After all, that’s a public figure, not your bedroom, a twenty-something-year-old man can’t cry and whimper like a child even if he scratches his skin, let alone loses a piece of meat.

Don’t feel aggrieved, this is the price public figures must pay to enjoy the attention and flow.

Soren obviously didn’t understand this. His character, if at home, is obviously the kind that understands things and can act like a baby, and can also perform some small talents, isn’t it everyone’s envious little treasure?

People around, even if occasionally there are those who are displeased, naturally won’t say much, definitely more praise than blame.

But becoming a star is different!

Seeing this guy cares so much about his star status, obviously, his obsession with becoming a ghost also has something to do with this.

It’s strange if such a ghost doesn’t feel depressed!

Speaking of which, Alexander’s last sentence, probably ninety percent of the ghosts in the entire horror world feel appropriate.

Unless it’s Soren who has had his obsession resolved by Alexander. Otherwise, anyone in the horror world would feel suppressed, it’s true no matter who you say it about.

This is not the method of a doctor treating a patient, but Alexander’s understanding of life.

"But apparently, Soren was really scared by Alexander and even forgot that he came here to buy human meat. He stared nervously at Alexander, who was leaning on the table, and said,

"Doctor, what’s...what’s wrong with me? Am I really sick? But I...I’ve become a ghost!"

"Do any of the ghosts around you get sick?" Alexander replied with a smile, responding with a question of his own.

"Well...yes! The woman next door is a lung cancer ghost, she coughs all day! Even her lungs are coughed out, it’s really scary!" Soren seemed genuinely frightened.

"You see, humans have human diseases, ghosts have ghost diseases! If not treated in time, the consequences could be disastrous!" Alexander shook his head, adopting a wise look.

"That...Doctor, do I have some incurable disease?" Soren was truly scared, he grasped Alexander’s hand tightly, completely forgetting about the wound on his finger that had already healed completely.

"This...Actually...sigh..." Alexander paused after each word, making it seem like he wanted to say something but was holding back. Finally, he let out a deep sigh and shook his head continuously.

Damn! This scene seemed awfully familiar!

It was exactly the same as when he was critically ill, on the brink of death. The doctor’s expression was just like this!

Tears started to fall fromSoren’s eyes, and he grasped Alexander’s hand even more tightly:

"Doctor! You must save me! I don’t want to die from illness again, it’s too painful! Doctor, I’m just a star, I don’t have any special skills, I just act cute and fool the audience. I’ve never done anything terrible! At most...at most I’ve bought human flesh a few times!"

This ghost was up to no good, actually buying human flesh to eat!

Alexander immediately had an idea, he must teach him a lesson.

"Soren!" Alexander patted Soren’s shoulder with a friendly look:

"I, Charles, have lived my life honorably, I cannot bear to see patients suffer! You are now invaded by Yin energy, your Yang energy is depleted, your eight veins are unstable, and your meridians are not flowing smoothly. The disease has reached your vitals, and surgery is necessary!"

All this talk about Yin energy, Yang energy, eight veins, and meridians was obviously nonsense. How could a ghost need such things? This wasn’t a past life movie or novel where you could cultivate by absorbing Yang energy.

This all seemed very professional to Soren.

Just listen, it’s about Yin energy, Yang energy, eight veins, and meridians. Isn’t this the legendary mysterious Eastern medicine?

"Go to the operating room!" Seeing that the other party had been fooled, Alexander continued:

"Don’t worry about the money! I, Charles, have lived my life honorably. I’m not the kind of doctor who refuses treatment if there’s no money, the ghost coins are on me!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much! Doctor Charles, you’re a good person! A great person! I haven’t met such a kind person since I entered the ghost world!"

Soren was extremely grateful, almost ready to kneel down and kowtow to Charles. Charles had to persuade him for a while before he finally went to the operating room.

"Boss, why did he go to the operating room?" Sam was standing outside looking confused.

Normally, wicked ghosts would come here to buy human meat first, and then those without diseases would leave. Those who needed treatment would go to the real clinic next door.

But who would head straight for the operating room as soon as they arrive?

Could it be that this male ghost is not here to buy meat but is actually here to seek medical treatment?

"Prepare something! I’ll be waiting for you in the operating room!" Alexander ignored his surprise and gave the order.

"What should I prepare? Surgical knives, hemostats, or gauze? We have them all! And they are of ghost-grade!" Sam asked, confused.

"Not those! We don’t need them!" Alexander waved his hand and said, "Prepare some salt, sugar, liquor, rosemary, cream...yes, and broccoli, lemon, and avocado!"

Damn! Sam was completely dumbfounded!

Why would we need these things for a surgery? What is he planning to do?

Snap!

A massive human-head chandelier turned on, casting a ghastly green glow. The blood-stained walls around were adorned with menacing skulls. Next to the hospital bed, made of a pile of bones, was a square table supported by several headless bodies.

On the table were surgical knives, hemostats, gauze, sewing needles, big pins, sewing needles, gut thread, fishing line, hemp rope, hammers, iron hammers, axes, chainsaws, pliers... In short, it was fully stocked.

Soren cautiously lay on the operating table, his skeletal claws clutching tightly at the sides of the table, gripping his arms and legs firmly. Alexander, in a white lab coat, had an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth as he gently picked up each tool on the operating table.

The surgical knife, hammer, iron hammer, axe... His palms gently stroked them, as if admiring pieces of art, and the smile on his face became increasingly terrifying.

"Dr. Charles... Dr. Charles, I... I’m feeling a little scared!" Soren’s teeth were slightly trembling.

He was the ghost after all, logically the doctor standing there should be the one scared. But this atmosphere, this vibe, inexplicably made the ghost feel afraid!

"Naughty!" Alexander, holding an iron axe, lightly knocked on Soren’s forehead with the handle and said: "Don’t panic! I’m a professional! I, Charles, am upright and honest, I never do anything against medical ethics, otherwise, I would not be a doctor! I swear by my professional ethics as a doctor!"

With that, Alexander finally put down the axe in his hand and picked up the surgical knife again.