A familiar sound pierced the air.
Bee-bo! Bee-bo! Bee-bo!
To the healthy, this sound carried a weight of sorrow.
To the wounded, it brought tears of silent relief—they're finally here.
Two ambulances screeched into the courtyard, engines howling, tires screeching in a dazzling drift before halting precisely. The rear doors flew open as doctors and nurses leapt down, racing with stretchers in tow.
One glance at the scene—and the medical team gasped.
Unbelievable.
The sheer horror.
Can those heads still function with so many needles in them?
"Appreciate your efforts," Director Hao remarked coolly from the side, unfazed by the chaos unfolding before him. He watched the medical staff with a calm detachment. "You're always so prompt… as always."
In no time at all, the patients were secured on stretchers and wheeled into the ambulances.
Bee-bo! Bee-bo! Bee-bo!
The vehicles roared off, tearing away from the asylum at breakneck speed. For these drivers, the route was second nature—they could probably drive it blindfolded.
No supernatural skill involved.
Just muscle memory.
"Sublime," Director Hao muttered, watching the flashing tail lights disappear. "Simply magnificent."
Thanks to the One-Eyed Man incident, he had once again raised the risk level of Room 666.
At the hospital.
As soon as the ambulances arrived, doctors shouted, "We need help here—three emergency patients from Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital! One barely breathing, two foaming at the mouth!"
"Prep the OR!" someone barked.
The ER staff were no strangers to Qingshan. Two of the patients were practically regulars—familiar enough to be on a first-name basis.
A nurse murmured under her breath, "It's probably those two again…"
At that moment, Deputy Director Li was making his rounds, inspecting wards and complimenting staff on their diligence and patient care—hallmarks of a true Class-A hospital.
"Xiao He! This is a hospital—what's with the running?" he scolded.
"Deputy Director! Three patients just arrived from the psychiatric hospital. All critical. I'm headed to the ER," she said, breathless.
Deputy Director Li's face darkened. "Them… again?"
"Yes," she replied. "This time, they brought a third."
And off she ran.
Li stood frozen, his mood plummeting.
Those lunatics again. Always something. He even—shamefully—considered orchestrating a medical mishap to be rid of them.
Pah!
He slapped himself.
How could I think that?
We are doctors. Healing is our duty.
Anything less would dishonor this white coat I wear.
He pulled out his phone and called Director Hao.
Ring… ring…
"Hao old pal, this is going too far. Four patients in two days? I begged you to go easy on us!"
"Oh, my dear junior, do you think I wanted this? I've lost control. I'm counting on your support. I'll send you a red packet—200 yuan, have a drink on me. It's already sent, don't refuse. Just accept it."
"Director Hao—this isn't about the 200 yuan…"
Deputy Director Li opened the red envelope with disturbing proficiency.
"I know, I know. But there's no other way. Let them stay at your place a while. Don't argue. And don't feel wronged, or I'll report you for bribery. I've got the receipt. It's airtight."
Click.
"Busy now. Talk later."
Li stood there, stunned. Staring at the opened red envelope.
He wanted to punch himself.
Why'd I open it?
Hao, you shameless bastard.
Inside the ER.
Doctors and nurses bustled around the three unconscious men.
The chief physician walked in and felt a stab of despair. He'd been planning to retire soon, maybe spend time with his grandchildren. If not for the deputy director's encouragement, he'd have left already.
Now, seeing Lin Fan on the table, he didn't even know where to begin.
"Doctor! Patient's heart rate is spiking!" a nurse cried.
He inhaled deeply. "Start the resuscitation."
Why must they live like this?
In another ward.
Li Ang lay in bed, gazing adoringly at his girlfriend as she peeled him an apple.
The past few days had been soul-crushing. But heaven, in its mercy, gave him her.
Gentle. Thoughtful. Always by his side.
She brought nourishing soup every day. Though the chicken leg sometimes looked… partially eaten… it didn't matter.
What mattered was her love.
Thinking of the infertility test results, he steeled himself.
"I… I need to tell you something. I'm sterile. I'll never be able to give you a child. If you want to leave, I'll understand. I just didn't want to lie to you. Every woman deserves a chance to be a mother."
He was tense.
Could she accept this?
She smiled as she offered him a slice of apple. "It doesn't matter. I love you. We can adopt. Do you prefer boys or girls?"
"Girls," Li Ang said quietly.
"I prefer boys," she replied sweetly.
"Then we'll adopt a boy," he said at once, gazing at her with deep affection. Such a perfect woman… she must be heaven-sent.
Even if she were to make an unforgivable mistake someday… he would forgive her.
Wait—why would I think that?
She's perfect.
She could never do anything wrong…
She gently stroked his forehead. "Rest a bit. I'll stay right here."
"Mm." Li Ang closed his eyes, tears slipping from the corners. He was moved beyond words.
Meanwhile, the deputy director had issued strict orders:
"All four psychiatric patients—same room. No exceptions. We can't risk spreading panic."
He prided himself on patient-centered care.
This was his way of keeping the hospital safe.
He was a man of duty.
Time passed.
Li Ang, resting peacefully, began to feel… watched.
He didn't know why.
The feeling banished sleep. He wanted to talk to his perfect girlfriend.
He opened his eyes.
Turned his head to the side.
And froze.
A new patient lay in the adjacent bed. When had he arrived?
That wasn't the problem.
The problem was—he knew him.
Patient from Room 666. Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stared at him, smiling. A warm smile.
But it chilled him to the bone.
Li Ang's breathing quickened.
He pointed, tried to speak—but only a strangled "Ah… ah…" came out.
A nurse noticed and rushed over.
Then called out:
"Doctor!"
"Quick, doctor!"
"Patient is relapsing!"
(End of Chapter)