1987: My Era Is Haunted by Demons

At first, I just thought she was sick. Her face was as fair as if powdered, and her lips as smooth as jade. Though she didn’t talk much, she was clearly suffering from a yin deficiency with feverish flushes. What a pretty girl. Later, I thought she might have something on her mind. Her eyes were deep as a pool, her expression desolate. Though she was icy cold all over, emotional distress and exposure to the six environmental pathogens could explain that. Once cured, she’d still be a lovely girl. Then… I suddenly felt that something wasn’t quite right. I was just treating her, so why did she suddenly stick out her tongue at me? It was three feet long, scarlet and slimy, and in an instant it coiled around my neck! And when did her long fingernails dig into my lower back? They were like daggers! Damn it, this girl wasn’t human! Good thing I’m no respectable doctor either. Wang Yu’an stuck a needle into her Ghost Palace point, wiped nonexistent sweat from his brow, and grinned.