The one-eyed man regarded Old Zhang with an expression of absolute calm.
His eyes spoke clearly:
Can you please get lost?
He had no intention of engaging with this madman—still baffled at himself for ever feeling curious about lunatics in the first place. If time could turn back to the moment when Director Hao first called him…
He knew exactly what he would have said.
Director Hao: "Come over—I've got something to show you. You'll definitely be interested."
One-eyed man: "Screw off."
That would've been his answer.
Not this—stepping into a psychiatric hospital, only to encounter these two lunatics.
"Come on, just take a look! A genuine Rolex—radiating noble elegance. I'm offering it at a low price, and I'll even throw in one acupuncture session. Tempting, isn't it?"
"You don't understand how much I love this watch. Selling it pains me."
Old Zhang whispered endlessly in his ear, going on about the history of Rolex.
He twisted his wrist this way and that, trying to let the one-eyed man feel the aura of refinement.
If he didn't know Zhang was mentally ill, the one-eyed man would've thought he was being toyed with.
A watch?
If drawing a watch made it real, this world would've descended into chaos long ago.
Still—
He hadn't expected these two lunatics to show such compassion. That, at least, surprised him.
Money meant nothing to him.
His mind was consumed with cultivation and hunting evil.
He understood that these two madmen were acting for the sake of the leukemia-stricken girl. A good deed. In his eyes, if money could solve the problem, then it wasn't a problem at all.
He turned to Lin Fan and said, "If you'll tell me what happened to you… I'll pay."
"Sure," Lin Fan replied.
No longer the cold, immediate rejection from before.
"There's 500,000 on it. Password: 857462."
The one-eyed man tossed a bank card onto Lin Fan's bed. To him, money was dirt. He had no family. His parents were gone. Any battle with evil could be his last. Wealth was just a number.
Lin Fan picked up the card. "This isn't money."
The one-eyed man drew a deep breath. "You can use this card at a bank… to get money."
Apparently, these lunatics didn't even grasp the concept of money or bank cards?
Basic knowledge.
But then again…
If lunatics had common sense, they wouldn't be lunatics.
Lin Fan handed the card to Zhang Hongmin. "Take it. Password's 857462."
Zhang Hongmin stared at the card in stunned silence. His eyes reddened once again. He had weathered so many storms—met kind people, met cruel ones. He had endured encouragement, mockery, even malice.
But never had he imagined the very man he feared—this so-called lunatic—would help him like this.
He reached for Lin Fan's hand, wanting to express his heartfelt thanks, but Lin Fan dodged once more.
"Thank you. Truly, thank you. When my daughter's cured, I'll repay you with my life, I'll—"
"Move it."
Lin Fan pushed him aside again. This man was annoying—crying for no reason, thanking him out of nowhere, kneeling and blocking his view.
He turned back to the little girl. Their eyes met, and he smiled. She smiled back.
Zhang Hongmin stumbled aside, not upset in the slightest. He believed this strange man didn't want to burden him—didn't want to say too much.
"My sweet girl, thank your savior properly."
Clutching the card, Zhang felt much of his anxiety melt away.
Meanwhile, the blood matching proceeded swiftly.
A young doctor entered the chief physician's office, holding three results in hand.
"Sir, of the three donors, two weren't compatible. Only one matched. But… something's off with the blood data."
The white-haired doctor took the report, studying it carefully. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.
"These numbers—are they accurate?"
"Triple-checked, sir. No mistake." The young doctor was clearly shaken. "According to the data, this donor's hematopoietic stem cells are extremely active. Normally, stem cells regenerate every 145 days. His regenerate in just 60."
"And even during dormancy, his cells show autonomous renewal."
This was unprecedented.
The white-haired doctor composed himself.
"Alright, doesn't matter. What matters is the match. I need to inform the girl's father immediately—he deserves to hear this first."
When Zhang Hongmin heard the news, he froze for a beat, then burst into wild celebration—jumping and spinning like a child.
He tried to embrace Lin Fan, tried to kiss him, even tried to kneel in gratitude.
Lin Fan pushed him away again. So annoying. Just like a lunatic.
Zhang wasn't offended in the slightest.
Look at my daughter all you want.
Benefactor, don't blink. Look as long as you wish.
News of the incident spread throughout the hospital.
Doctors and nurses soon knew: the VIP psych patient from the asylum had voluntarily donated stem cells and saved a leukemia-stricken girl. The match had been successful.
Smiles bloomed across faces.
The chief doctor who had repeatedly saved Lin Fan puffed out his chest.
"You know," he said proudly, "I'm the one who kept that kid alive. If I'd slipped up even once, he wouldn't be here. And if he weren't here, there'd be no match. So my medical skill didn't just save one person—it saved two!"
His colleagues looked on with admiration. Feeling elated, he declared:
"Tonight's on me! Everyone gets Kung Pao Chicken rice bowls—plus tomato and egg soup!"
Meanwhile, Vice President Li was basking in his own pride. He opened his phone, pulled up his social app, and posted a heartfelt message:
"Today at the hospital, we had a moment of joy: a seven-year-old leukemia patient finally found a matching donor. And that donor? A patient from Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital.
"This young man is… special. He's been rushed to the ER more times than I can count.
"Someone once asked me—can we please stop letting psych patients come here?
"I firmly said: No.
"Some pressured me. These patients are self-harming. They're draining public resources. If you keep supporting them, you can kiss your position goodbye.
"I answered: I'm not afraid. (And now, I'm about to be promoted to Hospital President!)
"I share this not for applause, but to say: When we wear this white coat, we must never see the world through tinted lenses. These people are our family.
"Without my persistence, without enduring the pressure, today's miracle wouldn't have happened.
"I'm proud of what I've done. And I'll keep going."
Vice President Li reread his post with satisfaction.
Then habitually scrolled through the comments.
1 second.
2 seconds.
5 seconds.
OB-GYN Director Wang: Amazing! Amazing! Amazing!
Infertility Specialist Shen: Strong! Strong! Strong!
Plastic Surgery Chief Zhang: Dashing as always, VP Li!
Indian Herbal Distributor: Your spirit inspires us all, VP Li!
Qingshan Psych Patient Hao Ren: Want to stay a few more days?
Vice President Li froze at the last comment.
Frown.
Swipe.
Delete Comment.
Then—Settings → Privacy → Block from viewing → Add to list: "Qingshan Patient Hao Ren."
Done!
He returned to replying to the compliments.
It had been a beautiful day.
(End of Chapter)