I Inherited the Resentment Clinic

A cold "first diagnosis mission" emerged after shedding blood as a contract: to quell the "nameless cry" echoing in the clinic at midnight, the time limit is before dawn, the price of failure is the "inheritance rights" taken back by the clinic, and... Demanding his life as "diagnosis fee". With no way out, Chen Mo clutched the medical record with his left hand, which could reveal the "focus" of resentment, but was equally ominous. With his right hand, he could only grab a pair of rusty surgical scissors as a weapon, and was forced to embark on the road of "practicing medicine". His "patients" are not living people, but spiritual beings entrenched in dark corners, filled with endless pain and resentment. His "treatment" method is absurd and deadly - a thirty-year-old aspirin becomes a mental "analgesic", and a fragile lie may soothe the desperate maternal love. But in the end... He discovered that the real "severe patient" might be this clinic and himself!