My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 587: Chapter 579: Murder and Destroying the Corpse Chapter 587: Chapter 579: Murder and Destroying the Corpse She was a doctor and an atheist.

But nevertheless, she did something guilty.

People often say, if you don’t do anything guilty, you won’t fear ghosts knocking at your door at midnight.

But it was precisely because she did something guilty that she now feared.

It felt as if there was a pair of eyes watching her intermittently from somewhere.

I’m not afraid of you while you’re alive, how can I be afraid of you once you’re dead?

She forcefully kicked Tang Yuxin, but the cold wind blew on her body, not the usual kind of cold, but a chill that ran through her bones, making her shiver involuntarily and turning her face as pale as a ghost.

“Why aren’t they here yet?”

She stomped her foot impatiently on the ground.

She had been calling for so long, were these people dead or what?

Hours had passed, where were they?

Where had they gone?

And the more she waited, the more anxious she became, and the more anxious she was, the more irritable she felt, so much so that beads of sweat were falling from her forehead.

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Until finally, with a creak, a car stopped in front of her.

Two average-looking men stepped out of the car, one with a buzzcut, the other overweight, both so unremarkable they were easily forgettable.

Tong Shu took out her wallet, and handed all the money in it to the overweight man.

“Get rid of the body for me.”

“Don’t worry,” the chubby man took a finger, wet it with some saliva, and started counting the money.

“This is our line of work.

We’ll take care of it so cleanly and beautifully that there will not even be a speck of dust left.”

“Remember, you’ve never seen me.”

Tong Shu reminded them once more.

She wasn’t about to mess up her scheme and get pecked by the proverbial chicken she was trying to steal.

The chubby man put the money in his pocket and nudged the buzz-cut man with his shoulder.

“Do you know who this woman is?

Have you seen her before?” He gestured at Tong Shu with his chin.

“No,” the buzz-cut man had his face turned the other way the entire time.

“Bro, are you seeing things?

Where’s the woman?

Are you horny or something?”

“Maybe I am seeing things?” The chubby man was very satisfied, patting the pocket where he had stuffed the money.

“Let’s go, time to work.”

With that, he picked up the bag on the ground and slung it over his shoulder.

This was what they did for a living.

Sure, they were shady operators, but they made their living by accepting people’s money in exchange for dealing with their problems.

Who had hired them wasn’t something they needed to remember.

They just had to get the job done once they received the money.

Besides, in this pitch-black darkness, how could they even tell what the woman looked like?

Apart from knowing that she was a woman, they couldn’t discern anything else.

They might as well be mummies.

The chubby man opened the car door and heaved the bag into the car.

Then, the two of them drove off, and in the blink of an eye, the car was out of sight, leaving only the dim, yellowish glow of the streetlights on either side of the street.

And there was still a lonely figure standing underneath.

The flickering light created an uncanny aura around it.

Tong Shu shivered involuntarily once more, wrapping her arms around herself and sprinting off.

Finally, she let out a sigh of relief.

At least she was free from having to deal with the body.

And since the dead could not speak, no one in the world would ever know that she was the culprit.

At worst, people would just assume the deceased had run off.

But how would that have anything to do with her?

Meanwhile, in the back of the van, the buzz-cut man unzipped the bag and shone a flashlight into it.

“Jesus, is this a ghost?”

He was terrified, flopping straight onto the ground, nearly wetting himself.

His sudden scream startled the chubby man, causing him to dramatically hit the brakes.

“What’s all the screaming for?”

The chubby man broke out in a cold sweat too.

It was the middle of the night, and they were talking about ghosts.

Given that they were worse than evil spirits themselves, did they really have to fear ordinary ghosts?

“It scared me to death.”

The buzz-cut man picked up the flashlight again, his hands trembling.

It was not really his fault, who could expect a person to look like this?

With disheveled hair and such a white face, so skinny that she resembled a ghost.

He almost mistook her for Sadako.

It wasn’t his fault that he had recently seen the movie Evil Spirits and it scared him to sleep for days.

Just thinking about it still gave him goosebumps.

This woman really resembled Sadako too much.

“What are you afraid of?

She’s dead.”

If the chubby man weren’t driving, he would have given the buzz-cut man a good kick.

He flexed his wrist and thought about the thick stack of money in his pocket, feeling extremely pleased.

With that money, they could live comfortably for a long time.

But his good mood was ruined by the buzz-cut man’s screaming.

Yes, dead.

Buzz-cut man shamelessly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But was this really a dead person?

For some unknown reason, he reached out his hand and placed it underneath the nose of this female figure, who was so emaciated she looked like a living ghost.

Guess what happened?

The buzz-cut man was startled, his heart skipping a beat.

He gently tugged at the chubby man’s shirt.

“Bro…”

“What is it?”

The chubby man was driving and was getting impatient.

He didn’t feel like talking, wanting to focus on how to spend the money instead.

“Bro…” The buzz-cut man tugged at the chubby man’s clothes again, his voice almost on the verge of crying.

“What?

Just say it!”

The chubby man continued driving impatiently.

They were already doing dark deeds, they didn’t need any additional negative atmosphere.

Was this not asking for trouble?

The buzz-cut man tugged at the chubby man’s clothes again.

“Bro, she’s come back from the dead.”

The buzz-cut man suddenly screamed, his voice resonating alongside the screeching sound of the brakes.

The chubby man stopped the van and climbed into the back.

The buzz-cut man was biting his fist and his eyes were filled with horror.

“You spineless wimp.”

The chubby man jumped up and slapped the buzz-cut man.

The buzz-cut man held his head and huddled in the corner, not daring to move an inch.

They had done countless cruel things before, but nothing like this had ever happened.

They were supposed to deal with a dead body in the middle of the night, right?

But what happened?

This dead person suddenly came back to life.

The chubby man crouched down and put his finger under the woman’s nose.

His finger could clearly feel a feeble warm breath.

Although it was very weak, there was definitely breath.

Alive.

Living.

Not dead.