Blessings and Debts

My name is Qin Lang, I am twenty-six years old. I used to drive an ambulance, but now I am unemployed. Three months ago, I took a detour and rescued a homeless man. He survived, but I lost my job. Uncle Zhou said: Stopping is a debt and a blessing. Then I picked up a black coin. The coins were left behind by the previous one. He left not only coins, but also other things - the white dumplings who were looking for snacks in the house in the middle of the night, the shadow that was always yawning at the end of the corridor, and the wind that was applying lipstick in front of the mirror on the balcony. They don't call me host, they call me "next term". The underworld assigned me jobs and I was paid on a piece-by-piece basis. There is an iron rule: if you see death, don't speak out. Each customer is more outrageous than the last: the one who saves goldfish, the one who works hard, the one who writes thank-you letters to the dead... Later I learned that every person who can see leaves behind something that cannot be let go. The one I left behind, I haven't figured out what it is yet.