Someone Always Wants To Corrupt My Disciple - Chapter 1

“Doctor, I’m sick! It might be serious.”

“Yun Jiao, right?”

“Yes, I’m Yun Jiao.”

“Quite a resilient name. You look quite energetic now. What’s bothering you?”

“I think there’s something wrong with my eyes. I keep seeing strange things.”

“Strange things? Do your eyes hurt?”

“No, they don’t hurt.”

“Hmm, looking at your test results and scans, everything appears normal. Why don’t you tell me in detail what strange things you’ve been seeing?”

“Just some faint shadows. Some look like animals, some like people, and others are indescribable. They all have fierce expressions and colors. Most shadows are white, some are black, and I just saw a red one at the hospital entrance. They…”

“Wait!” The doctor interrupted her, feeling a chill run down his spine as he scrutinized her. “From what you’re describing, it sounds like… you’ve seen ghosts?”

Yun Jiao paused, then nodded. “If there’s no other explanation, that must be the reason.”

“Nonsense!” The doctor felt a sudden chill, then looked at her disapprovingly. “Superstition is unacceptable! You’re young, about twenty, right? You shouldn’t believe in such nonsense.” He glanced at the medical record, 28 years old. Okay, still young enough.

“Doctor, I’m telling the truth, that’s why I’m here for treatment.” Yun Jiao maintained her serious expression without blinking, looking earnest and solemn.

“I think you’re seriously ill!” The doctor, dissatisfied with her stubbornness, chuckled lightly. “Fine, if you really think you’ve seen ghosts, describe what these ghosts look like besides their unusual colors.”

“Most look quite ugly. Some have severed heads with blood gushing like a fountain; some have broken limbs crawling on the ground, leaving blood trails; some have bodies pierced with holes, making whistling sounds in the wind; some are a bloody mess, like a lump of minced meat… It’s rare to see an intact one.” Yun Jiao calmly described the scenes as if discussing a fashion show, not gruesome ghosts.

“…” The doctor felt even colder, a chill rising within him that even hot water couldn’t dispel.

“Oh, by the way!” She suddenly looked at the doctor’s right hand reaching for the thermos cup. “The one next to your left hand seems to have had an abdominal surgery, draping its intestines over your hand. I guess it wants to sun-dry them.”

The doctor’s hand trembled, the cup clattered to the ground, water spilling everywhere.

As he instinctively bent to pick it up, Yun Jiao’s calm voice without a hint of emotion said, “Oops, the intestines fell.”

“…” The doctor’s hand froze, unable to bend down. He could almost see the bloody intestines on the ground.

This patient is terrifying!

Yet she remained serious and solemn throughout, making him almost believe she really saw ghosts.

No, no, no! The doctor shook his head vigorously, pulling back from superstitious thoughts. He mentally recited, Prosperity, Democracy, Civility, Harmony…

After rubbing the goosebumps off his left arm, he took a deep breath to calm down. As a doctor, he believed in science; superstition was unacceptable!

If Yun Jiao wasn’t lying, she must be hallucinating, unrelated to ophthalmology.

“Ahem, Miss Yun, this is a hospital. Be serious, don’t scare people.”

“I am serious!” Yun Jiao replied.

The doctor looked at her face. Indeed, her expression hadn’t changed, with no hint of joking, making it hard to find fault. He sighed, offering a gentle suggestion, “Your condition is complex, related to mental health. This is ophthalmology. I suggest you see a specialist. Head to the third floor, turn left, and register for a consultation?” Clearly a mental health issue.

“You mean psychiatry?” Yun Jiao asked.

“Uh… yes.” That was blunt.

“No need.” Yun Jiao shook her head without any anger, “I just came down from the third floor. The chief psychiatrist said I’m fine and recommended I visit ophthalmology.” She produced a psychiatry record.

“…” Damn, psychiatry passed the buck.

The ophthalmologist’s face twitched. His eyes lit up, spotting the test results on the table.

“Ahem, Miss Yun.” The doctor cleared his throat, sounding serious. “Your situation isn’t clear from your description. I suspect something might be in your eye causing hallucinations. Further tests are needed, possibly surgery.”

“…” Yun Jiao’s expression finally changed, frowning slightly, as if seriously considering his words.

Seeing hope, the doctor continued smoothly, “So, I suggest you visit surgery. They can diagnose and treat you, saving time.”

“Surgery…” Yun Jiao tilted her head, frowning more, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” The doctor nodded vigorously, “Don’t delay.”

“Alright.” She sighed, but didn’t get up. Instead, she opened her bag, saying, “Actually, I don’t think it’s related to surgery because I’m a surgeon, specializing in neurology.” She pulled out numerous certificates, placing them on the table, “Here’s my medical license, pharmacist license, chief physician certificate, Harvard Medical School PhD, and provincial hospital employment letter… I brought them in case you didn’t believe me.”

“…”

Damn, you’re making this tough!

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