What benefits are you asking about? Just one of them is enough to move people's hearts.

  Above is a clause that once you join this organization, to some extent, you can mobilize the local police and enjoy a string of special treatments.

  This really tempts me.

  Earlier, I was considering whether to join or not, just because I didn't want to catch ghosts anymore and wanted to live a simpler life. At that time, I thought this organization was just nominal, how good could the treatment be?

  But now looking at this treatment, I want to join this organization even more.

  Think about it carefully, such high treatment is also normal, now the country establishes this organization, but how many people have real skills?

  Few!

  Most of the Yin and Yang masters were passed down from generation to generation, but during the campaign to overthrow the old world in the last century, many Yin and Yang masters were starved or killed by the Red Guards.

  It's already quite lucky for someone like my grandfather to have managed to pass down this book, while most descendants of Yin Yang masters don't even get the chance to learn the Daoist arts.

  Nowadays, in this society, there are people setting up stalls everywhere to tell fortunes. Can anyone be called a master?

  Those guys are okay when it comes to things like feng shui, at least they can learn some superficial knowledge from books like the I Ching, which is enough to deceive people.

  But when it comes to catching ghosts, these guys won't even have enough lives to spare.

  What is most lacking in the 21st century? Talent.

  What am I? A talent.

  Cough, of course, I'm not boasting. In fact, if it weren't for my ability to catch ghosts, I'd be the kind of guy who walks down the street and gets hit by a brick thrown from afar, a total loser.

  But who made me catch ghosts?

  Things are precious because they are rare.

  I had Hong Zhuo remove the bandages tied around my body, then simply changed into a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and ran to the bathroom in the ward, took a look at myself in the mirror.

  As expected, I became a completely bald big shiny head.

  Not a single hair was left, looking at myself in the mirror still felt quite comical.

  Luckily, my face wasn't burned, but a big patch on the left side of my butt and back were burned, and they still hurt a bit.

  Hong Zhuo walked in from outside and looked at my reflection in the mirror, saying: "Actually, people who look handsome, whether they have hair or not, are quite good-looking."

  As soon as I heard Hong Zhuo say that, damn it, who said before that Hong Zhuo's words were not on the level? Hearing this makes me feel especially relieved in my heart, has this guy finally come to his senses?

  If he keeps flattering people like this, it won't be long before he gets promoted and becomes a deputy director, marries a rich beauty, and reaches the pinnacle of his life. He should still be a bit excited about that.

  But he quickly added, "Xiao Feng, I wasn't talking about you just now. I was just making an analogy. You look a bit comical like this. Let me go out and buy you a hat to wear when you go out."

  I curse Hong Zhuo to be a small doctor for the rest of his life. No, that's not right, with his way of speaking, I don't need to curse him, he'll never get promoted or raise his salary for the rest of his life.

  "No need, I don't want a hat, I'm so handsome, let's go." I walked directly towards the outside of the hospital.

  The medical expenses were paid by Hong Zhuo on my behalf. This is also the hospital where he works, and various fees are quite cheap, just over 200,000 yuan.

  Hong Zhuo sent me to the hospital entrance and didn't send it anymore. He's still working now, so he can't leave with me.

  "Little Wind, I'll send you off here. When you're feeling better, remember to give me a call and I'll treat you to a drink." Hong Zhuo added from behind me, "But I suggest it's best if you buy a hat anyway."

  "I don't care, I think I look pretty cool like this." I said, waving my hand at Hong Zhuo and striding out of the hospital.

  The sunlight outside is very strong and it hurts a bit on my right hand.

  I didn't walk for long outside before I took a taxi to rush back to our school. As soon as I got off the car, I hurriedly ran to the pedestrian street opposite the school and bought a duck tongue cap to wear.

  Mom, I look ugly without hair.

  I couldn't bear it myself.

  It's not that I'm ugly, many people would look extremely ugly if they shaved their heads, for example, let some Korean idol group members shave their heads and don't wear makeup.

  Not necessarily better than me in every way.

  Thinking of this, I suddenly felt much more at ease in my heart.

  My phone was also burned by that fire, fortunately the SIM card is fine, and the bank card was in the wallet, Hong Zhuo helped me get it out.

  I walked to the ATM on the pedestrian street and checked, there was still over a thousand yuan left, I guess it was my dad who had transferred money to me.

  I hastily took out 500 yuan and bought a street stall mobile phone, inserted the SIM card, and there were a lot of missed calls on it, most of which were made by my dad.

  I was afraid my dad would worry about me, so I quickly called him back.

  The phone rang twice and soon my dad answered the phone, asking me: "Xiaofeng, why haven't you answered my calls for several days?"

  "The phone is broken." I casually said: "Dad, what's up?"

  "It's okay, how was school? What major are you studying? Medical University is a very good university, study hard and then come back to work at our hospital, got it? You're already such a big person, can't be so careless like before..."

  My dad started nagging on the phone.

  I'm so annoyed, if my dad knew I was cheated by Donkey into reading nursing major, I don't know if he would be furious to death. I casually said: "Okay, Dad, studying is not the only way out."

  My dad got angry and said: "Don't always have wild ideas, studying is not the only way out, but it's the best way out. If you don't study hard, what kind of job can you do in the future?"

  "Alright dad, I'm busy today, bye." I said and hung up the phone.

  Actually, I also know that my dad cares about me and what he says makes sense, but for some reason, every time I hear him say these things, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, as if not studying hard will make me useless.

  It's not just my dad, many parents are the same. Many people study for over a decade and end up with nothing to show for it. What about those who dropped out of middle school? Aren't there many who became bosses too?

  This is not an era where success can be achieved by reading books, but rather an era where having a good father and connections can lead to success.

  As I thought this way, a sense of desolation also arose in my heart. This world is rotting away, and this kind of decay is more terrifying than any evil spirit or zombie.

  An old man fell down and nobody dared to help him up.

  A young man came to help an old man, but the old man turned around and blackmailed him instead.

  Visiting a prostitute will be publicly exposed with real names, but killing someone in broad daylight is only reported as "certain person".

  It seems like I've gone a bit off track. I looked at the time and it's already 3 pm now. I hailed a taxi and headed to the Chongqing Municipal Public Security Bureau.