Yang Jian agreed to Liu Xiaoyu's participation in the captain's meeting at the headquarters.
But when asked about the meeting time, Liu Xiaoyu said that it was best to rush to the headquarters within two days, and if possible, it was best to leave now.
Yang Jian did not leave immediately, but decided to leave in the afternoon.
He felt that although this matter was important, it was not that urgent. Anyway, Gao Ming was dead, and there were two captains Wei Jing and Li Jun guarding the headquarters, so nothing would happen. He could spend more time in Dachang City.
Stay for a while and make some preparations.
However, not long after he agreed here, the news had already been sent back to the headquarters.
When Cao Yanhua heard that Yang Jian would attend this captain's meeting, the depression and sadness on his face were immediately washed away.
"Finally, I got an accurate and positive reply. Yang Jian is still an honest person." At this moment, he even felt this way in his heart.
Compared with those people's excuses, rejections, and perfunctory responses, Yang Jian's quick and accurate response made Cao Yanhua suddenly feel that there is still truth, goodness, and beauty in the world.
But despite all the excuses and rejections from other captains, Cao Yanhua still didn't dare to speak seriously.
After all, all the captains are top ghost controllers. Strictly speaking, these people are no longer normal living people. They deal with ghosts all year round, and the feelings of living people in their hearts are gradually lost. In addition to restraining themselves, they really
I don't know what else can restrain them.
"I hope Yang Jian's arrival can send a signal and change the attitude of those people, otherwise this matter will be really difficult to handle."
Cao Yanhua, who was in the conference room, rubbed his head and felt powerless.
I can't pull Mr. Qin out of the statue just because of this incident.
He has almost died of old age. Whether he can wake up next time is still a question. If he really can't wake up, not to mention that the captain will no longer be able to restrain him, but it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of the headquarters.
"I heard that the Ghost Extinguishing Society on the island country is even more unlucky. A fierce ghost has sneaked in. Now many members of the Spirit Expelling Society have been eroded by supernatural beings, and their lives cannot be guaranteed. As for the supernatural events that have occurred in the island country,
Very few people will deal with it anymore, and it’s almost on the verge of getting out of control.”
In contrast, Cao Yanhua felt that the headquarters he was responsible for did not seem so miserable. At least the overall situation was stable and the captain's plan was implemented smoothly.
"How is Professor Wang? Is he awake?" Suddenly, Cao Yanhua asked the assistant on the side again.
The assistant immediately said: "I am awake now, but my condition is not very good. I have been suffering from a low fever."
"Go and have a look."
Cao Yanhua stood up and immediately went to the ward.
Wang Xiaoming's ward is not in the hospital, but is temporarily converted from several rooms at the headquarters.
Although it seems a bit crude, the instruments and medicines here are the best and most expensive, and even the doctors are the most authoritative experts.
And these configurations are just to delay Wang Xiaoming's life.
soon.
Cao Yanhua came to the ward with his assistant.
Through the glass window of the ward, he saw Wang Xiaoming lying on the hospital bed.
At this moment, he was wearing a hospital gown, his whole body was thin, his skin was so pale that there was almost no blood left, his cheeks were deeply sunken, with a sickly blush on his face, all the hair on his head had been shaved, and there was a bruise on his nose.
Wear a respirator.
Obviously, his life has reached the point where it has been exhausted. If it were not forcibly extended by various medical methods, he would have died long ago.
No.
What saved Wang Xiaoming's life was not medical treatment, but his willpower as hard as a stone.
He seemed to have something unfinished, and he was not willing to take a breath in advance anyway.
"Ahem."
A weak cough sounded.
Wang Xiaoming, who was in a low fever state, opened his eyes slightly. His eyes were still so bright and deep.
"Deputy Minister, I see you, come in."
Wang Xiaoming took off his oxygen mask. Although his speech was weak, he was still organized and coherent.
Cao Yanhua wore a mask and disinfected his whole body. Then he walked into the ward and said, "Professor Wang, how are you feeling today? Are you feeling better?"
"I won't die for the next few days, cough cough, but I won't be able to hold on much longer. I'm probably going to die within a month." Wang Xiaoming said slowly.
Cao Yanhua sighed and said: "Why are you so stubborn? Cancer is a terminal disease for ordinary people, but to the supernatural circle, it is just like a small cold. It is not a problem at all. The headquarters has many supernatural methods that can cure it.
You, some supernatural methods don’t even have side effects.”
"No matter what happens, you can still become a ghost controller. A lot of things have happened in the headquarters recently, and some places cannot do without you. I hope you can put the overall situation first and change your mind."
Wang Xiaoming motioned to the nurse next to him to help him adjust the pillow so that he could sit up.
After the nurse raised the hospital bed, Wang Xiaoming said: "No one is indispensable, and I am no exception. Since my body has reached its limit, I should follow this rule and let me die. I don't want to become a ghost master."
Those who are unwilling to be saved by supernatural powers."
"It's not that I resist the supernatural power, but that I have already done what I should do, and life has no meaning to me."
"But the supernatural incident has not been solved yet." Cao Yanhua said.
Wang Xiaoming glanced at him and said: "Supernatural incidents can never be completely solved. This was true during the Republic of China, it is true now, and it will be true in the future. We are just two useless paper framers. It is never us who determine the future."
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. I'm here to tell you good news." Cao Yanhua said.
Wang Xiaoming said: "It seems that Yang Jian has agreed to attend this captain's meeting."
"Have you guessed it a long time ago?" Cao Yanhua said.
"What else can you tell me besides telling me this? Could it be that the other captains have changed their minds and are willing to listen to you?"
Wang Xiaoming said: "Don't overestimate yourself. The captain has mastered his supernatural power to such an extent that they have already lost control. However, today's situation has been expected."
Cao Yanhua turned around and said, "Yang Jian will come to the headquarters this afternoon and should meet us then. Are you confident in persuading him?"
"Supernatural is always full of uncertainty. It can bring you despair, but it can also bring you surprises."
Wang Xiaoming said: "You have alternatives anyway, right?"
"But no one is more suitable than him, that's what you said." Cao Yanhua said.
Wang Xiaoming fell silent, and then said after a while: "I just want to see if the supernatural thing can really peek into destiny. If I look far enough, it is indeed very important. Unfortunately, I can't see the future. You can do it for me
have a look."
Cao Yanhua wanted to say something else.
However, Wang Xiaoming coughed twice and interrupted him: "Okay, it's time for my injection. Minister Cao, you can go out first. I will take a nap later to regain my energy and see Yang Jian."
"Well, Professor Wang, you need to rest first and I will come to visit you in the afternoon."
Cao Yanhua sighed, stood up and left.
Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything but just sat there and watched him leave, while the caregivers on the side were busy around him, changing his dressing, injecting fluids, and carefully maintaining this fragile life.
"That piece of human skin said I would die of cancer, and it seems to be true."
"If it's true, then this is the best ending for me. Why should I bother myself? It's just boring to know so much in advance...but this feeling is still very good."
After a while, Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, lay down again, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
When the nurse saw Wang Xiaoming asleep, she didn't dare to disturb him. She just turned off the light and quietly left the ward.
However, Yang Jian from Dachang City came home from get off work early, and then entered the safe house. While inspecting some of the imprisoned ghosts, he was also making some preparations.
He didn't think that going to the headquarters this time was just for a meeting.
Even Gao Ming, one of the three people in charge of the city where the headquarters is located, is dead. Something sinister must have happened.
Even if it's not a supernatural incident, it definitely involves a battle between ghost masters.
Therefore, the necessary backup tools must be prepared.
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