LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 43: Who Slipped Away Again?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"With Wu Bin's robust physique, how could he possibly have died so easily!"
Li Guotai couldn't accept this outcome.
After all, Wu Bin had survived so many life-and-death challenges, he had held on every time, there was no way it could end like this!
Having been friends with Li Guotai for so many years, Lu Changshi was seeing him lose his composure for the first time.
Lu Changshi said solemnly, "Old Li, I can understand your feelings, but the fact is right before us, he's truly gone."
"You also know the treatment methods for comminuted fractures, either surgery to bind and replace, or just wait for it to heal by itself."
"But Wu Bin didn't just have a comminuted fracture, he had a whole-body comminuted fracture, do you understand the implications of that?"
"Even his skull shattered, and all the organs in his body lost support and protection, just the weight of his muscles and fat alone was enough to kill him on the spot!"
As a doctor himself, Li Guotai was well aware of the truths Lu Changshi was speaking.
Other people's whole-body comminuted fractures, just cover a proportion, like 60% or 70% of the body.
Wu Bin, on the other hand, was 100% shattered.
Just from a kick, is that necessary?
Though force has conductivity, it surely shouldn't be conducted like this!
This is just fucking ridiculous!
The viewers in the live stream also fell silent.
Having seen heart attacks, poisonings, blindness, and strokes, they subconsciously thought Wu Bin was invincible.
But it was proven that as long as someone is human, they can be killed.
Although bulletproof vests are bulletproof, you can't keep shooting can you?
The viewers all sighed.
"I've thought of many ways for Wu to make an exit, never expected him to be kicked to death."
"This must be the proudest moment for Taekwondo."
"It's all over, seeing Wu covered with a white cloth, it really hurts inside."
"As a true fan of Wu, I definitely need to go to his funeral."
"Can we try to resuscitate him one more time? I always feel that Wu wouldn't die so easily."
"Easily? You from the upstairs, do you hear what you are saying, do you know how terrifying it is to have a body without bones?"
"King Yan: Finally got this kid pinned down."
The live stream continued.
From initial disbelief, everyone gradually came to accept the reality.
Since Wu Bin was an orphan, the hospital was in need of someone to help issue a death certificate and then go to the police station for deregistration.
Geng Hao would face legal judgment, living the rest of his life in prison under Wu Bin's curse.
...
Morgue.
Staff member Zhang Pei received the cart and pushed Wu Bin into the freezer.
Wu Bin could not yet be cremated.
After all, Geng Hao's trial hadn't begun, and the medical examiner would have to come over for an assessment after some time.
Moreover, the process of deregistration would take a long time, so the hospital decided to keep Wu Bin's body in the freezer for preservation.
"Old Zhang, this corpse is very important to our hospital, you must take good care of it," Lu Changshi instructed.
Hearing this, Zhang Pei smiled and agreed.
But inwardly, he thought otherwise.
What's there to guard a corpse for, it's not like it can get up and run away, right?
Everyone reluctantly left the morgue, only He Bingbing insisted on staying a bit longer to keep Wu Bin company.
After spending so much time together, He Bingbing and Wu Bin had developed a deep friendship.
He Bingbing was originally a kind-hearted girl, seeing Wu Bin continuously suffering from serious illnesses yet always facing pain with a smile, she felt admiration and worship for him.
"Bingbing, maybe we should leave, this is a morgue after all, it's not suitable for live streaming," the cameraman suggested.
The cameraman could understand He Bingbing's feelings.
But the place was too gloomy, and live streaming here was also disrespectful to other deceased persons.
Zhang Pei had never seen such a beautiful woman like He Bingbing before.
Being over fifty, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation.
"Yeah, this place has a heavy yin energy; ordinary people can't stand it at all. You all better leave quickly, who knows what strange things could happen if you stay longer."
Hearing Zhang Pei say this, the photographer couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, are you saying something strange has happened in this morgue before?"
Zhang Pei immediately chuckled, getting in the mood to brag.
"Has it happened before? How could it not have?"
"Just last year, a woman died in childbirth and was brought here. It was tragic, a two-for-one death."
"It just so happened that I was on duty that night. I was sleeping right here when I heard the sound of a baby crying."
The photographer and He Bingbing were so scared, they got goosebumps all over.
He Bingbing, with tears still in the corners of her eyes, asked somewhat naively, "Uncle, weren't you scared?"
Zhang Pei chuckled and pulled out a palm-sized Peach Wood Sword from his waist.
"See this? Peach Wood Sword!"
"I studied Taoist magic with a master from Mount Mao for two years. It's not just about a crying sound. Even if that woman had resurrected and crawled out, I could have stuffed her back in."
He Bingbing and the photographer looked at Zhang Pei with admiration.
The viewers in the live stream were also full of praise.
"That's why they say true masters are found among the common folk. I never expected a morgue keeper to have such skills."
"Is this what they call reemployment after descending the mountain? Disciples of Mount Mao are impressed."
"Looking at Uncle's smug face, he has probably stuffed back quite a few bodies."
"I really hope ghosts are real so that my brother might be resurrected."
Right as this comment scrolled past, suddenly a dull thud came from inside the freezer.
Bang!
Zhang Pei, who had been in the midst of boasting, shuddered, his smile freezing on his face.
He Bingbing and the photographer screamed outright.
"What's happening! What's going on!"
"Uncle! The locker! There's movement in the locker!"
Zhang Pei, who had been sitting on the stool, was so scared his legs turned weak, and he couldn't stand up.
But in front of a beautiful woman like He Bingbing, he still tried to appear calm.
"Don't be scared, I'm here. Even if he comes back to life, I can kill him again!"
No sooner had Zhang Pei spoken than there were two more bangs!
These two sounds were much louder than before.
It felt like a wild boar was ramming inside.
All three wanted to run.
But fear had already robbed them of control over their bodies.
Their legs were numb, and they could barely stand steady!
Bang!
A fist mark appeared on the locker door!
Bang!
A palm print appeared on the locker door!
Bang!
A middle finger appeared on the locker door!
All three screamed in shrill, piercing tones!
What the hell!
So, the Ghost King has resurrected, has he?
The viewers in the live stream felt their adrenaline surge, torn between fear and curiosity.
So they covered their eyes with their hands and peeked through their fingers.
Even those with braver hearts were still chatting through bullet comments.
"Holy shit, someone actually came back to life!"
"I can't watch anymore, guys, my locker is moving!"
"Uncle, aren't you a disciple of Mount Mao? Go on! Stab him with the Peach Wood Sword!"
"King Yan: Who the hell has escaped again?"