Underworld Clinic: No Living Patients Accepted

A newly opened little clinic in A City has become a forbidden place that terrifies everyone for miles around.

People say, "That young doctor is clearly a murderous fiend in a white coat!"

He Huaishu, the new director of the Human Realm Office, can only sigh helplessly: All the souls I collect are supposed to pass on!

The Underworld's only office in the mortal realm has officially opened. As for its location, it's a bit on the underworldly side: a little clinic next to a funeral home.

The owner, He Huaishu, is a hybrid born from the union of the Western God of Death and an Eastern spirit officer.

The services are simple and straightforward: recover wrongfully killed souls + deliver lost spirits + handle requests from the dead (paid service)

The clinic's doors are locked all year round, and it refuses to treat the living. Yet its entrance is bizarrely covered in thank-you banners no one else would dare accept, flapping in the wind like banners summoning spirits.

Until

A business tycoon publicly expresses his gratitude: The doctor cleared my family's century-old injustice!

A world champion chokes up: He brought back our captain's final words!

The police's official account publicly commends the clinic: Thanks to the clinic's crucial lead, we solved a cold case! We'll send as many banners as you can hang!

He Huaishu: Well, I guess my side gig is going pretty well? I can hang them by the entrance to block those annoying camera flashes.

Thanks to his stellar ghost-handling KPIs, He Huaishu secures a permanent position as a senior civil servant in the Underworld and earns the title of Employee of the Year!

On the award stage, he wears a white uniform and smiles so warmly it dazzles, like holy light descended from heaven.

In the shadows below the stage, Han Ya, his life-scythe who took human form to cut down every obstacle in his path, gazes at him with burning desire, as if he might devour him at any moment.

He slowly runs his tongue over his lower lip and silently says amid the chorus of praise: "My god..."

The gentle, righteous God of Death shou x a madly devoted, possessive scythe gong

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This story is set in a fictional world. Please don't read it as a reflection of reality.

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"The Savior Department's Salaried Drone"

Also known as: The top-tier star healer keeps chasing me to apply resurrection buffs

[Le Yinian's Two-Faced Life Rulebook]

Daytime survival tips for a PPT-slave office drone: push up your glasses + hunch your shoulders + bow your head and apologize: "The boss is right to yell at me."

Nighttime combat skills as an anomaly-cleanup specialist: rip your shirt + stomp on heads + grin at monsters: "You're trash. Better luck next time?"

Then He Wenrui, the face of a top-tier star boy band, suddenly joins the Savior Department

The look this double-specialty healing and mental powers genius gives me is so disgustingly affectionate, it feels like I'm about to shatter into a QR code.

[Looking cool in battle~~]

I twist off the flailing tentacles of a mutated octopus with brutal, cool confidence. Even when its putrid blood splashes across my lenses, I stand firm as Mount Tai and strike a pose.

Then He Wenrui suddenly teleports in front of me. Holy light in his palm illuminates the entire night sky. His expression is as serious as if he's disarming a bomb. "Three lacerations on your left shoulder. Your right-hand finger bones are dislocated."

"Just scrapes." I think he's making a fuss over nothing, wave him off, then casually kick the remains into the incinerator.

He suddenly grabs my wrist. The healing light flashes like sparks from a welding torch. "If I don't treat you now, you'll be scarred."

The onlooking teammates: "Damn! Healer He just gave his healing spell a premium special effect!"

[He Wenrui's Secret Medical Notes]

After being reborn, when Le Yinian is still as healthy and lively as a grasshopper, He Wenrui absolutely refuses to let him get hurt!

Noticed his shirt was buttoned wrong? Use telekinesis to fix it from afar (seventh time)

Noticed his boss had berated him? Implant a nightmare in the boss's mind about a toilet plunger biting him (one penalty from the Ability Bureau)

Healing priority formula:

Teammate at death's door? Bathe them in holy light

Le Yinian gets a scratch? Enter first-level emergency treatment mode

On a perfectly peaceful day, a nationwide alarm suddenly blares

Monitoring Center: "Warning! He Wenrui's life energy is critically overloaded!"

Investigation Division: "A mutated swarm of bloodthirsty mosquitoes is closing in on Le!"

Satellite footage: He Wenrui hovers above the Pacific Ocean, holy light condensing behind him into a giant flyswatter. "Anything that bites him must die."

Le Yinian calmly stands where he is and draws a cross on the mosquito bite on his hand. "Guys, look closely. Those are ordinary mosquitoes. I just have type O blood."

[Reading notes]

The gong is reborn. A chuunibyou battle maniac shou is forcefully loved by a gentle, obsessive healer.

Theme: Be kind to yourself, and be kind to others when you can.