Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 781: Chapter 781: The Terrifying Morgue

"Lost, although her complexion has improved a little, there are still no signs of waking up."

Jiang Heping sighed. He truly had exhausted all possible methods, and the doctors had all admitted defeat. Now only Yang Cheng was still trying.

He pinned all his hopes on Yang Cheng. If he really had no solutions, perhaps no one on earth could save Yu.

Yang Cheng nodded to show he understood, took out the Silver Needle, and inserted two more needles into her chest, then used True Qi to seal the needles to prevent them from popping out.

He took a deep breath and said, "From now on, Miss Jiang’s life is tied to these three Silver Needles. As long as the needles remain, she will live. If the needles are gone, even the Daluo Immortals can’t save her."

"These Silver Needles will last at most three days. I will bring the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum back as soon as possible."

"What if you can’t return in three days? What will happen to my Yu?"

Jiang Heping asked knowingly. He wanted to hear a different answer from Yang Cheng, so if there was any other way to save his daughter, he would do whatever it took.

Cheng Qiyue immediately spoke up, "Patriarch Jiang, you must believe in Yang Cheng. He is willing to risk his life to save your daughter. If even he can’t retrieve the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum, then no one can."

Jiang Heping nodded but still looked worriedly at Jiang Yu.

"Patriarch Jiang, let Ms. Qi Yue stay here with Miss Jiang. If there are signs of the needles popping out, she can help suppress them."

"Alright!"

Jiang Heping agreed without hesitation, full of respect in his eyes as he looked at Cheng Qiyue.

After sending Cheng Qiyue to the Jiang Family, Yang Cheng didn’t waste time and drove directly towards Linzhou Funeral Home according to the navigation guide.

The car drove through an old residential area, with the surrounding buildings becoming increasingly rundown and low. The streetlights gradually thinned out until only the car’s headlights illuminated the road less than ten meters ahead.

The navigation indicated the destination was just ahead. Yang Cheng slowed down and looked out the car window.

In the darkness, the outline of a gray-white building gradually emerged, like a giant beast lurking in the night.

Seeing the scene outside, he couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine. But now, with the arrow on the string, he had to go forth.

This night was moonless. If he could find it, he could directly extract the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum.

The funeral home was built on a small hill outside the city, surrounded by wasteland and overgrown with weeds, somewhat similar to the one they visited in Zhonghai.

Yang Cheng parked the car at the entrance of the funeral home, turned off the engine, and got out of the car, instantly feeling a gust of eerie wind, causing goosebumps all over.

He quickly put on a coat and gazed with deep eyes at the scene before him. The funeral home’s main gate was rusty and ajar, opening with a screeching sound.

Logically, funeral homes shouldn’t go bankrupt, but this one was constantly haunted with various paranormal activities, forcing it to close down and be abandoned for over a decade. The entire funeral home looked as dilapidated as a century-old building.

The courtyard of the funeral home was pitch black, with no light around. Perhaps the fear brought by the funeral home was too strong, causing nearby residents to move away.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath and strode towards the funeral home. The main gate was open, but as he stepped beyond, he felt as if he had entered another world, a bone-chilling cold surrounding him.

So this was truly the Land of Extreme Yin!

No wonder the old man kept emphasizing the horrors of the Land of Extreme Yin. As soon as he walked in, his heart was already on edge.

He walked through the courtyard’s weeds, pushed open the dilapidated door, and entered the hall, only to see an even more bizarre scene.

Tiles on the wall peeled off in large patches, revealing the gray cement inside. Faint traces of dark red could be seen, like someone had desperately slapped their hands on it.

Most of the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling were broken, and the remaining ones hung crookedly, with wires exposed like dying vines.

"Damn, it’s really cold here."

Yang Cheng rubbed his arms, feeling a bit shivery from the cold.

It was still daytime, and the temperature outside was pleasant just a moment ago; he didn’t feel cold at all. But inside this hospital, the temperature was frighteningly low, and his breath turned white.

Occasionally, when the wind blew, the shabby wooden doors would bang with a "clunk clunk" sound, as if something was pushing them in the dark.

Yang Cheng wasn’t familiar with the layout here. He tried to use his X-ray Vision to investigate, but the entire funeral home seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Finding no other way, he had to take out his Compass and search room by room.

As he opened the door, a strange smell of disinfectant mixed with rot wafted out. The table had various rusty instruments scattered, the floor was in chaos, and there were quite a few small animal carcasses.

The further he went, the heavier the Yin Qi, the cold in the air almost penetrated his bones, and the compass needle trembled violently.

Yang Cheng didn’t go upstairs, he just wandered around the ground floor with the compass as his guide, continuously moving forward based on its reactions.

The end of the corridor was a double iron door covered with rust, one of the handles already broken.

He raised his hand to push the door open; due to rust on the hinges, it screeched loudly. Inside, the darkness was exceptionally thick, like solidified ink, even his X-ray Vision couldn’t fully penetrate it.

He frowned slightly but still stepped forward.

As soon as he entered the room, the compass reacted violently, indicating the Yin Qi here had reached an extreme.

His expression remained calm as he observed the surroundings. The walls bore warning signs that had long since faded, and an indescribable scent lingered in the air, cold, decayed, with a repulsive essence.

Judging from the arrangement and layout, he realized this was the morgue.

In the morgue, dozens of stainless steel beds were neatly lined up, covered with white sheets, vaguely outlining human shapes beneath.

Yang Cheng frowned, feeling as if someone was approaching from behind. He suddenly turned around but found nothing, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Clearly, this was a funeral home, yet the morgue looked much like the abandoned hospital in Zhonghai!

Three stainless steel autopsy tables were also beside them, their surfaces covered in rust and scratches. The drainage trough along the edges still held some unknown dark substances.

In the corner sink, a surgical knife lay there quietly, its blade long rusted to a dark red.

The ceiling’s fluorescent light covers were shattered, pieces scattered on the ground, which crackled under Yang Cheng’s steps.

The eeriest part was that the temperature in this morgue was more than ten degrees lower than other areas, with cold like countless fine needles piercing his skin, causing his body hair to stand.

Yang Cheng looked around but found nothing, then glanced at the Compass, noticing its needle had stopped but pointed precisely in one direction...

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