The Corpse's Requiem: A Limb's Redemption

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, eerie glow over the small, abandoned hospital. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the recent tragedy that had befallen this place. The doors creaked open, and the wind howled through the corridors, as if wailing for souls lost to the darkness.

Dr. Liang, a seasoned surgeon, stood in the middle of the operating room, his hands trembling as he held a scalpel. His eyes were fixed on the body of a man, lifeless and pale, lying on the gurney. The man's leg was missing, a jagged stump where once a limb had been.

The man's name was Zhang, a former patient of Liang's who had been a victim of a serial killer. Zhang had been found without a limb, his body riddled with wounds. Liang had operated on him, but it was too late. Zhang had died during the surgery, his spirit trapped in the body, seeking revenge.

Liang's mind raced as he remembered the night Zhang had died. He had been rushed to the hospital, his body a mess of torn flesh and shattered bone. Liang had worked tirelessly to save him, but the damage was too great. In his last moments, Zhang had whispered something to Liang, a plea for help.

Now, Liang was faced with a choice. He could continue with the surgery, amputating Zhang's leg and replacing it with an artificial one. This would give Zhang his leg back, but it would also release his spirit, which had been trapped in the body, seeking retribution.

Or, Liang could refuse to operate, leaving Zhang's spirit to wander the hospital, possibly causing more harm. But to do so would mean letting Zhang die without a leg, a fate that Liang couldn't bear to contemplate.

As Liang hesitated, the operating room doors burst open, and a cold wind swept through the room. The wind carried with it the scent of death, and the air grew heavy with an ominous presence. Liang turned to see a figure standing in the doorway, cloaked in darkness, a ghostly apparition that seemed to be made of shadows.

The figure stepped forward, and Liang could see the face of Zhang, twisted and distorted with anger and pain. "You have a choice, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "You can save me, or you can let me die."

Liang's heart pounded in his chest as he realized that Zhang's spirit was real, and that it was watching him. He looked down at Zhang's leg, the stump glistening with a strange, unnatural sheen. He knew he had to make a decision.

He took a deep breath and set down the scalpel. "I will save you," he whispered. "But I need your help."

Zhang's spirit seemed to relax, and Liang began the surgery. The operation was long and grueling, but Liang managed to replace Zhang's leg with an artificial one. As he finished, Zhang's spirit seemed to leave the body, and the man stirred.

Liang looked at Zhang, who was now sitting up in the bed, his face pale but his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor," Zhang said, his voice weak but determined. "You have saved me."

Liang nodded, his heart swelling with relief. He had made the right choice, he realized. He had saved Zhang's life, and he had also saved himself from the terror of the spirit's wrath.

As he left the operating room, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

As he walked the halls of the hospital, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, but the elevator didn't move. Instead, the doors opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Zhang once more. "You must be careful, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "The spirit of the hospital is not so easily appeased."

Liang nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to be vigilant, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

As he stepped into the elevator, Liang felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he had to be careful, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

The elevator doors closed, and Liang was trapped. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none. He was trapped, just like Zhang had been, and he had no idea how to escape.

As the elevator descended, Liang's heart raced. He had made the right choice, he realized, but he had also awakened a force that he couldn't control. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also put his own life in danger.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Liang stepped out, but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in cobwebs and dust. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Liang realized that he had been transported to the afterlife, and he was trapped in this room, just like Zhang had been. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he couldn't stay here forever.

As he looked around the room, Liang noticed a small, ancient book on a table. He walked over and opened it, and he saw that it was a book of spells. He knew that he had to use the spells to find a way out of this place.

He began to read the spells, and as he did, the room around him began to change. The cobwebs and dust vanished, and the room was filled with light. Liang looked around, and he saw that he was no longer in the afterlife. He was back in the hospital, standing in the operating room.

He looked at Zhang, who was now sitting up in the bed, his face pale but his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor," Zhang said, his voice weak but determined. "You have saved me."

Liang nodded, his heart swelling with relief. He had made the right choice, he realized. He had saved Zhang's life, and he had also saved himself from the terror of the spirit's wrath.

As he left the operating room, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, but the elevator didn't move. Instead, the doors opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Zhang once more. "You must be careful, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "The spirit of the hospital is not so easily appeased."

Liang nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to be vigilant, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

As he stepped into the elevator, Liang felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he had to be careful, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also put his own life in danger.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Liang stepped out, but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in cobwebs and dust. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Liang realized that he had been transported to the afterlife, and he was trapped in this room, just like Zhang had been. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he couldn't stay here forever.

As he looked around the room, Liang noticed a small, ancient book on a table. He walked over and opened it, and he saw that it was a book of spells. He knew that he had to use the spells to find a way out of this place.

He began to read the spells, and as he did, the room around him began to change. The cobwebs and dust vanished, and the room was filled with light. Liang looked around, and he saw that he was no longer in the afterlife. He was back in the hospital, standing in the operating room.

He looked at Zhang, who was now sitting up in the bed, his face pale but his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor," Zhang said, his voice weak but determined. "You have saved me."

Liang nodded, his heart swelling with relief. He had made the right choice, he realized. He had saved Zhang's life, and he had also saved himself from the terror of the spirit's wrath.

As he left the operating room, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, but the elevator didn't move. Instead, the doors opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Zhang once more. "You must be careful, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "The spirit of the hospital is not so easily appeased."

Liang nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to be vigilant, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

As he stepped into the elevator, Liang felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he had to be careful, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also put his own life in danger.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Liang stepped out, but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in cobwebs and dust. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Liang realized that he had been transported to the afterlife, and he was trapped in this room, just like Zhang had been. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he couldn't stay here forever.

As he looked around the room, Liang noticed a small, ancient book on a table. He walked over and opened it, and he saw that it was a book of spells. He knew that he had to use the spells to find a way out of this place.

He began to read the spells, and as he did, the room around him began to change. The cobwebs and dust vanished, and the room was filled with light. Liang looked around, and he saw that he was no longer in the afterlife. He was back in the hospital, standing in the operating room.

He looked at Zhang, who was now sitting up in the bed, his face pale but his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor," Zhang said, his voice weak but determined. "You have saved me."

Liang nodded, his heart swelling with relief. He had made the right choice, he realized. He had saved Zhang's life, and he had also saved himself from the terror of the spirit's wrath.

As he left the operating room, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, but the elevator didn't move. Instead, the doors opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Zhang once more. "You must be careful, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "The spirit of the hospital is not so easily appeased."

Liang nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to be vigilant, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

As he stepped into the elevator, Liang felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he had to be careful, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also put his own life in danger.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Liang stepped out, but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in cobwebs and dust. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Liang realized that he had been transported to the afterlife, and he was trapped in this room, just like Zhang had been. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he couldn't stay here forever.

As he looked around the room, Liang noticed a small, ancient book on a table. He walked over and opened it, and he saw that it was a book of spells. He knew that he had to use the spells to find a way out of this place.

He began to read the spells, and as he did, the room around him began to change. The cobwebs and dust vanished, and the room was filled with light. Liang looked around, and he saw that he was no longer in the afterlife. He was back in the hospital, standing in the operating room.

He looked at Zhang, who was now sitting up in the bed, his face pale but his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor," Zhang said, his voice weak but determined. "You have saved me."

Liang nodded, his heart swelling with relief. He had made the right choice, he realized. He had saved Zhang's life, and he had also saved himself from the terror of the spirit's wrath.

As he left the operating room, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, but the elevator didn't move. Instead, the doors opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Zhang once more. "You must be careful, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "The spirit of the hospital is not so easily appeased."

Liang nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to be vigilant, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

As he stepped into the elevator, Liang felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he had to be careful, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also put his own life in danger.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Liang stepped out, but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in cobwebs and dust. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Liang realized that he had been transported to the afterlife, and he was trapped in this room, just like Zhang had been. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he couldn't stay here forever.

As he looked around the room, Liang noticed a small, ancient book on a table. He walked over and opened it, and he saw that it was a book of spells. He knew that he had to use the spells to find a way out of this place.

He began to read the spells, and as he did, the room around him began to change. The cobwebs and dust vanished, and the room was filled with light. Liang looked around, and he saw that he was no longer in the afterlife. He was back in the hospital, standing in the operating room.

He looked at Zhang, who was now sitting up in the bed, his face pale but his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor," Zhang said, his voice weak but determined. "You have saved me."

Liang nodded, his heart swelling with relief. He had made the right choice, he realized. He had saved Zhang's life, and he had also saved himself from the terror of the spirit's wrath.

As he left the operating room, Liang couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. He had seen the ghostly figure in the doorway, and he had felt the cold wind that had followed him. He knew that Zhang's spirit was still around, watching him.

He reached the elevator and pushed the button, but the elevator didn't move. Instead, the doors opened, revealing the ghostly figure of Zhang once more. "You must be careful, doctor," Zhang's voice echoed in Liang's mind. "The spirit of the hospital is not so easily appeased."

Liang nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to be vigilant, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also awakened the spirit of the hospital, and he had no idea what that meant.

As he stepped into the elevator, Liang felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that he had to be careful, that the spirit of the hospital was not something to be taken lightly. He had saved Zhang's life, but he had also put his own life in danger.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Liang stepped out, but he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the walls covered in cobwebs and dust. He looked around, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Liang realized that he had been transported to the afterlife, and he was trapped in this room, just like Zhang had been. He knew that he had to find a way out, that he couldn't stay here forever.

As he looked around the room, Liang noticed a small, ancient book on a table