Synopsis:
The Ghost Doctor lineage once flourished. Now, only one indebted young man remains.
The Ghost Doctors treat both the living and the dead, the body and the heart. In their eyes, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism all share the same foundation: guiding people toward goodness. So why care about the differences between schools? You say that I, a Ghost Doctor, consort with ghosts and follow an unorthodox path. I'd say you're the one who doesn't act human.
This is a slow-burn story, not a power fantasy.
“Who are you?” “Big brother, I'm your suitcase!”
“And who are you?” “I am Li Yan, the inkstone.”
“And you, ma'am?” “I'm Que'er, the spirit of the painting in the main hall.”
“Sir, stop drinking. You're swaying all over the place, and your burps reek. Are you eating garlic with your liquor?” “You little brat, I'm a wine gourd. What else am I supposed to do, if not drink?”
What the hell... What, what, what is all this? I just wanted to go home and farm! What is going on? This isn't what I expected! Did I hit my head when I came through the door? No, I must have gone crazy. I must have lost my mind.
The article is easy to understand and the plot is profound and mysterious.