My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 31

As Lin Hai stepped out of the emergency room, he was immediately surrounded.

“Lin Hai, how’s my dad?” Liu Xinyue grabbed his hand, her voice trembling with anxiety.

“Don’t worry, your father is fine now,” Lin Hai reassured her, gently patting her smooth, delicate hand.

“Thank you so much, Lin Hai. Really, thank you.”

“Tsk, tsk. What a load of nonsense. He’s probably already dead by now,” a mocking voice interrupted.

Wang Yong walked over, a cold smirk plastered on his face.

“Xinyue, don’t let this kid fool you. Your father’s condition was beyond saving. There’s no way he could’ve made it.”

Wang Yong’s eyes lingered on Liu Xinyue’s figure, and he swallowed hard, his thoughts taking a lecherous turn. Damn, if I could have her for just one night, I’d gladly give up a year of my life.

“Lin Hai…” Liu Xinyue’s heart wavered, her anxiety spiking again at Wang Yong’s words.

“Relax, Xinyue. When someone speaks, do you listen to the person or the dog barking?” Lin Hai said calmly.

“Who are you calling a dog?” Wang Yong snapped.

“The dog knows who it is,” Lin Hai shot back.

“You—”

Before the argument could escalate, Du Chun, the hospital director, emerged from the emergency room, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. He walked straight to Lin Hai.

“Well?” Lin Hai’s voice was cold.

“I checked thoroughly. Last night’s dosage was indeed double the usual amount,” Du Chun reported.

Lin Hai’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

“Lin Hai, what’s going on?” Liu Xinyue asked, sensing something was wrong.

“You know what to do,” Lin Hai said coldly, turning to Du Chun.

“Hey! Who do you think you are, talking to our director like that?” a young doctor barked at Lin Hai.

“Silence!” Du Chun snapped. “Take the patient back to his room and continue the usual treatment.”

“P-patient? Director, but the patient is already—” The young doctor was stunned.

“Did I stutter?” Du Chun’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.

“Y-yes, Director. Right away.” The young doctor quickly gathered a few nurses and headed back into the emergency room.

What’s gotten into the old man? The staff exchanged confused glances. As medical professionals, they all knew Liu Shan’s condition was beyond hope. Yet, Director Du insisted on continuing treatment. It made no sense.

But who were they to question the director? Despite their frustration, they didn’t dare voice their doubts.

A few minutes later, the young doctor and nurses wheeled Liu Shan out of the emergency room. Their faces were a mix of shock and disbelief.

When they had entered the room, they’d expected to see a lifeless body. Instead, the monitors showed Liu Shan’s vital signs were completely normal. They’d rubbed their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating. But after a thorough check, they had to accept the impossible: Liu Shan, who should have been dead, was alive.

It was like witnessing a miracle.

After Liu Shan was taken away, Du Chun turned to the head nurse on duty.

“Bring me last night’s medical records.”

“Right away.” The head nurse, sensing the tension, hurried off to retrieve the records.

“Uh, Director Du, I just remembered something urgent. I’ll take my leave now,” Wang Yong said nervously, trying to slip away.

“Wait. You’re Liu Shan’s attending physician. Stay until we’ve reviewed the records,” Du Chun ordered.

“O-okay, I’ll stay.” Wang Yong stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Director, here are last night’s medical records.”

Du Chun took the records, glanced at them, and then slammed them into Wang Yong’s face.

“Look what you’ve done!”

“Director, it was just a mistake. I must’ve miscalculated the dosage—”

Before he could finish, Lin Hai kicked him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

“A mistake? You call this a mistake? This is attempted murder!” Lin Hai roared.

He didn’t believe Wang Yong’s excuse for a second. Liu Shan had been hospitalized for a year, and his medication had remained consistent. There was no way this was an accident. This was a deliberate act—a conspiracy.

“Don’t you dare accuse me!” Wang Yong retorted, his eyes darting around nervously. He couldn’t afford to be labeled a murderer.

“From this moment on, you’re fired,” Du Chun said coldly.

“What? No! Director, I’ve worked diligently at this hospital for twenty years! You’re firing me over a small mistake?”

“A small mistake? Hah!” Du Chun scoffed. “Not only are you fired, but I’ve also called the police. You can explain yourself to them.”

As if on cue, the sound of sirens echoed outside the hospital.

Wang Yong’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

“Director Du!” A burly police officer entered, greeting Du Chun.

“Ah, Director Peng. I didn’t expect you to come personally,” Du Chun said, clearly familiar with the officer.

“Haha, when you call, how could I not come myself?”

“Take him away.”

Two officers stepped forward, hauling the trembling Wang Yong to his feet and dragging him out.

“Master—” Du Chun started to address Lin Hai but stopped himself when Lin Hai shot him a warning look. Right, I can’t call him ‘Master’ in front of everyone. That would raise too many questions.

“Ah, Lin Hai, let me introduce you,” Du Chun said, quickly correcting himself. “This is Peng Tao, the director of the city’s public security bureau.”

“Peng, this is Lin Hai, a student at Jiangnan University. We’re, uh, good friends despite the age difference.”

“Nice to meet you,” Peng Tao said, shaking Lin Hai’s hand. He couldn’t help but wonder why Du Chun was introducing this young man so formally. There had to be more to Lin Hai than met the eye.

“I’ll leave you to it. I need to head out,” Lin Hai said, excusing himself. His head was pounding, and he had no energy for small talk.

Once in his car, Lin Hai quickly pulled out an ancient painting and held it close, using its energy to soothe his injured soul.

—

Back in the director’s office, Du Chun and Peng Tao sat across from each other.

“Director Du, my father’s condition is worsening. The episodes are becoming more frequent,” Peng Tao said, his face heavy with worry.

“Sigh, your father’s illness is truly baffling. We’ve consulted experts from all over the world, but no one can pinpoint the cause,” Du Chun replied, shaking his head.

“But if this continues, I’m afraid he won’t last the month.”

“Old Peng has had a tough life.”

“Director Du, you and my father go way back. Is there anything else you can do?”

Du Chun sighed. “We’ve exhausted every option. Specialists from both here and abroad have examined him, but all the tests come back normal. What else can we do?”

Peng Tao’s face fell. “So, my father is just…”

“Wait!” Du Chun suddenly slammed the table, startling Peng Tao. “There might be someone who can save your father!”

“What?!” Peng Tao shot to his feet, hope flickering in his eyes.