Ning An's Wild Wish System

Chapter 445: Chapter 242: Bizarre Wish: Coder Dies from Overwork, Wishes to Delete Study Materials_3

If it comes to that, we might as well bring along the consecrated statue, and if that doesn’t work, take the Incense Burner too!

Our aim is to maximize the customer’s experience!

Officer Xiaoli wasn’t surprised, even the benevolent Bodhisattva, when bestowing Buddhist Teachings, would still require money from people.

Let’s not talk about rewards or whether the Grand Master is willing to help you; the Little Daoist is a living person who needs to eat and drink, why should he help you for free?

Once this was decided, Ning An didn’t delay further, took a consecrated statue from the side hall, lit three incense sticks, and set off in Officer Xiaoli’s pickup truck.

"After Zhang Yuan’s sacrifice, Uncle Zhang’s noodle shop closed down, and Aunt Zhang couldn’t recover all of a sudden, she’s been in the hospital for half a year..."

Officer Xiaoli recounted this while driving, his tone somewhat somber.

Because of work, he spent most of his time in the dormitory at the bureau and rarely returned to the neighborhood.

Aunt Zhang had always been very kind to him since he was a child. He was heartbroken to hear about this.

Since Aunt Zhang was still in the hospital, Officer Xiaoli drove directly to the hospital.

Z City’s First Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, which is one of the better hospitals in Z City.

The medical equipment might not be the best, but in terms of humane care, this hospital is unmatched.

After finally finding a parking spot, Officer Xiaoli hurriedly took the statue and headed to the inpatient department with Ning An.

The inpatient department’s third floor had a room facing the sunny side, a single patient room with a separate bathroom; it looked quite nice.

However, the price naturally was much higher than a three-bed room.

Even with medical insurance, the two elderly would probably have to pay a considerable amount.

The bed was placed by the window, with a woman in a white and blue hospital gown sitting on it, staring blankly outside, lost in thought.

"Aunt Zhang." Officer Xiaoli called softly at the door, then gently placed the statue inside.

Zhang Haiyan heard the voice, slowly turned around, and upon seeing Officer Xiaoli, was in a daze for a moment before forcing a smile, "Oh, it’s Xiaoli."

Her voice carried a sense of deathly silence.

"Auntie, where’s Uncle Zhang?" Officer Xiaoli asked naturally, out of curiosity.

Zhang Haiyan was in a daze again, after a while, she replied, "He should be at the cafeteria... no, he went to find the doctor."

"Ever since Zhang Yuan passed away, she’s been like this, alas." Officer Xiaoli turned away, whispering a sigh to Ning An.

At this moment, a few more people entered, some carrying fresh milk, holding flowers, and bringing seasonal fruits.

These were all people saved by Zhang Yuan when he was with the Blue Sky Rescue Team.

"Actually, most people’s hearts are good."

Hearing Officer Xiaoli’s sentiment, Ning An didn’t respond.

He just stepped outside the room, leaving space for these people.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the elevator chimed "ding," and a person stepped out.

"Uncle Zhang." Officer Xiaoli greeted.

"Oh, it’s Xiaoli, why are you here again? Didn’t I tell you, you’re busy with work, you don’t have to come often, I can manage here..."

Zhang Guotao raised his head, squeezing out a smile on his weathered face.

He then looked at Ning An beside him, curious, "And this is?"

"This is a friend of mine..."

"Hello, my name is Ning An, a friend of Xiaoli." Ning An introduced himself.

"Great, great." Zhang Guotao looked Ning An up and down, genuinely happy that Officer Xiaoli had found a friend, repeating the word "great" several times.

Seeing the room crowded, Zhang Guotao led the two to another empty room.

Then he returned to his room, picked some fresh apples, pears, bananas, and such, and insisted on giving them to the two.

"Uncle Zhang, I’m here for a small matter this time." Officer Xiaoli scratched his head.

He didn’t really know how to phrase his next words, couldn’t just say burning incense would make your wishes come true, right?

Not only was he unsure he could say it, but even if he did, he doubted they’d believe him.

"I’m a Daoist. He mentioned Auntie’s condition, thinking that Daoists are the Dragon Country’s own psychologists, so he asked me to come and take a look."

Ning An glanced at him with surprise, and their eyes met, understanding without the need for words.

Following Officer Xiaoli’s words, Ning An didn’t contradict him, saying as much.

Zhang Guotao looked at Ning An, naturally understanding that his wife had psychological trauma. Since their son passed away, she had been like this, waking up from nightmares, calling out their son’s name.

But as their son was gone, what could he do now?

The dead can’t come back to life, not even a Daoist...

He couldn’t resurrect his son from the Underworld to show his wife, right?

But Zhang Guotao’s face showed no other emotion, just politely nodding.

"Uncle Zhang, what do you think..."

Before Officer Xiaoli could finish, Zhang Guotao courteously interrupted.

It wasn’t out of disrespect but because hopes had risen and fallen over the past two years, his heart was now numb.

Sometimes, when he thought about it, he felt things were fine as they were, at least his wife hadn’t lost her mind.

For now, he would just live, and when his wife passed, he might take some rat poison, reuniting the family in the afterlife.

Seeing this, Ning An, being perceptive, exchanged a few casual words before finding an excuse to leave.

He patted the car door, smiling, "Officer Xiaoli, could you take this statue back for me?"