Chapter Eighteen: Good and Evil (Final Chapter)

  This chapter is the last chapter of the second volume 'Medical College of Horrors', from the third volume onwards, it will be about my tomb raiding adventures back in the day. I hope everyone will give me flowers if they have them, and votes if they have tickets. If you haven't collected this book yet, please collect it, and if you haven't joined the group, please join, the group number is in the work introduction. I won't stop writing halfway through this book, I'll keep going until the end. If anyone wants to play a role in this book, please leave a message in the comments or join the group and let me know, I'll change the name of the character from back then to the name you want. Finally, please support me.

  When I woke up again, the foul smell of rotting corpses was gone, replaced by a medicinal scent.

  Slowly opening my eyes, the dazzling sunlight outside seeped into the room, and the warm sunlight was like a gentle touch caressing my body. I wanted to stretch, but found that I had an IV drip on my hand, so I had to give up the idea.

  I tried to recall what happened before, but my memory only stayed with Ishii So's seemingly possessed movements, mimicking the ghost's actions until he stabbed himself in the chest with that black gold dagger. After that, I couldn't remember anything else and didn't know how I ended up in this hospital.

  Just as I was trying hard to recall, suddenly the door of the ward was opened and a man wearing a police uniform walked in. The man looked very capable and had a lean and efficient image without any sloppiness.

  "Hello, comrade," said the man sitting beside my bed.

  "Hello." I smiled and replied.

  After that, I had a long conversation with the man and only then did I know everything that happened. The daytime security guard at Fukitsu Hospital, who was also the middle-aged brother, had to patrol the building when he came to work. The middle-aged brother found me and Dazhuang in the central corridor, while Ishii Chusheng was behind us in the corridor. When we were discovered, Ishii Chusheng was already dead.

  The body was in a strange state, with many scars from being stabbed by a dagger. If it were an ordinary person, if they used a dagger to commit suicide, at most they would stab themselves a few times and then collapse on the ground due to unbearable pain and die from excessive blood loss. But Ishii Chokusei's body had been stabbed dozens of times.

  In my opinion, I'm afraid Ishii Akira was probably dead by the time he was stabbed halfway through, and what remained might have been caused by the ghost's possession.

  But Da Zhuang was fine, the police officer in front of me said that Da Zhuang had already woken up and there were no injuries on his body, he just fainted due to the injection of a drug. I smiled awkwardly, it turned out that my injury was the most serious, this kid Da Zhuang slept for a while and everything was resolved.

  Later, I told the policeman about what happened that night, of course, I didn't tell him about the ghost, after all, it's already broken four old, and if I said these strange things, I'm afraid not many people would believe me, and I might even be sent to a mental hospital.

  After I finished speaking, the police hoped that I could give them directions to Ishii Akio after I was discharged from the hospital. Of course, I agreed happily.

  In the days I spent lying in the hospital, Dazhuang came to visit me almost every day. Many times he even bought some fruit and supplements outside and brought them to me. What puzzles me is when did this kid become so rich? In the past, he didn't even have enough money to buy cigarettes.

  When I asked Da Zhuang where he got the money from, Da Zhuang told me about what had happened. It turned out that when the police discovered us last time, there were four of us at the scene: me, Da Zhuang, Shi Jing Chu Sheng, and Da Zhuang's black gold dagger. The black gold dagger was also collected as evidence. After being identified later, it was found to be an antique, and the black gold dagger belonged to Da Zhuang. Later, an expert came hoping to buy the black gold dagger at a high price. Da Zhuang was so poor that he finally sold it to the expert at a high price.

  After a while, I recovered and left the hospital. Without even resting, I rushed to the police station to testify about the case of Ishii So's crime. The deceased Ishii So was also convicted of his crimes. Fukujin Hospital was shut down due to this incident. It is indeed difficult to predict what will happen in life. After investigation, it was discovered that Ishii So had been acting so recklessly in the hospital because he had secretly murdered the hospital director and deputy director beforehand. Among the corpses used for experimentation were two of the directors'.

  After this incident, I returned home and my parents kept complaining to me, saying that if anything happened to me, they would not be able to live on. As their only son, a big fat boy, I still have to carry on the family line and inherit their business in the future. Hearing my parents' complaints, I could only smile wryly, truly worried about their children, as parents are.

  Time flies, and before long, winter arrived. During this period of recuperation at home, I inadvertently took out the package wrapped in gray cloth that my grandfather left me. When I opened it, I found a small stack of paper pages that seemed very old, as well as a diary. Only when I flipped through it did I realize how precious these things were.