The Vanishing Patient, "Kings Avoiding Each Other" in the Corridor, and the Furious Association President

"Ha..."

The principal stopped at the hospital entrance, panting heavily. Resting both hands on his thighs, he gasped for air, his forehead covered in sweat, looking as if he was completely drained.

Even so, he didn't dare to pause for long. After a brief rest and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he hoisted up his paunch and continued walking into the hospital.

He took out his phone and called the hospital director.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"The number you have dialed is busy. Please try again later."

The principal: "???"

What a coincidence, the line is busy right when he calls?

"Damn it!" The principal didn't dare to delay. While holding the phone, he waited for the elevator. Watching the elevator slowly descend floor by floor, he made an unprecedented decision!

Taking the stairs.

For someone weighing nearly two hundred pounds, taking the stairs instead of the elevator was quite a challenge.

But the situation was special right now. He couldn't afford to wait. He could only wrong his legs a bit, planning to make it up to himself with a good meal once today's ordeal was over.

"Cough, cough..." When the principal dragged himself out of the stairwell, he was almost completely burned out. He felt a metallic taste of blood with every breath. He had never pushed himself this hard before.

"Bang!"

The door to the hospital director's exclusive office opened. A middle-aged, balding man, sweating profusely, was about to rush downstairs when he suddenly noticed someone on the floor who looked like they were dying.

"Hiss..." The director gasped. How did a patient end up dying all the way up here?

Did he forget to check his horoscope before leaving the house today?

He had been sitting in his office reviewing the list of new hires sent down from above. Suddenly, a subordinate called, sounding panicked, claiming there was a sudden emergency.

They needed to urgently mobilize the blood bank for surgery...

It is just a surgery, is there a need to be so scared?

With so little courage and nerve, how could they be doctors?

The director had briefly instructed them before hanging up, even taking the time to earnestly lecture his subordinate: "You are a department director now, yet you are still so reckless. How are you going to lead your team? How can patients trust you?"

"Remember!"

"We are doctors. We must remain calm at all times. If you panic, what will the patients think? What will their families think? You must..."

Hanging up the phone, the director shook his head, lamenting that the mindset of young people nowadays was getting worse. They made a fuss over the slightest issue. After all, they were a top-ranked hospital in Dahai City.

Although they couldn't compare to the immortals at the very top, they were still highly competent. If they couldn't solve a problem, going elsewhere wouldn't yield better results.

This confidence bordered on arrogance, but they dared to be like this because they had backing. Money was their backing, and the school lacked nothing but money!

"Sigh, these young folks nowadays..."

The director hung up the phone, sat down, and brewed himself a pot of tea. Just as he was about to take a sip, the phone next to him rang again like a death knell.

The director: "..."

What was going on today? Usually, he wouldn't get a single call for days, but today they were coming one after another?

He picked up the phone.

"Director, bad news! The severely injured student we were preparing for surgery just ran away!"

"Pfft!"

"Ran away?" The director spat out the tea he had just sipped and hurriedly wiped his mouth.

"Didn't you just say the injuries were severe? How could they run? Why weren't you keeping an eye on them? Did they suffer brain damage and start hallucinating..." The director was quite professional; upon hearing the patient ran away, his first thought was brain damage.

The human brain is incredibly complex and, under certain conditions, can send out false signals.

The department director on the other end realized the misunderstanding and quickly corrected him: "The patient didn't run away on their own. They were carried away. When we came out, there was only one left."

The director: "???"

"What do you mean? Were there two severely injured patients?" The director started sweating. An incident like this at the school was clearly a major accident. If the board of directors investigated, he would definitely be in trouble.

He shot up from his chair.

"Wait there, I am coming right now!"

"No, no, no, Director. Only one was severely injured. The remaining one... doesn't seem to be hurt much. Oh wait, maybe a few scrapes on the skin. They are sleeping right now," the department director said.

The director: "..."

"Can you finish your sentence in one breath?" He felt the urge to curse.

"Director, you had better come and see for yourself. The situation is a bit complicated. The person who took the injured student away also seems to be a student from the school..."

"Nonsense, if they are in the school, what else would they be but a student?" The director was speechless. Why were his subordinates acting so foolishly? Did performing surgeries make them dumb?

The school was strictly managed; could an outsider possibly get in?

Let alone outsiders getting in, even students couldn't get out. Those walls, several meters high, were no joke. They couldn't have just vaulted over the main gate, right?

Are you kidding me?

"Stop making a fuss and speak clearly. What exactly happened? Where did the student who took the injured student go?"

"It looks like they transferred to a hospital outside. This student seems extremely wealthy. I have never seen them before, a full head of pink hair, and a huge entourage of bodyguards and maids..."

The director: "???"

"Are you messing with me? When did the school allow dyed hair? Bodyguards? Maids? Isn't it forbidden to bring them to school? Are you sure this is really a student of our school? Could it be some random person who sneaked in from outside?" The sweat on the director's forehead multiplied.

The school rules were so strict they were almost like an urban legend, dense and overwhelming. A slight misstep would result in disciplinary action, let alone dyeing hair, which was clearly a violation.

Who had such a grand entourage?

Dyeing hair, bringing bodyguards, wasn't this just trampling the school rules into the dirt?

The only ones with that kind of power were probably those two, right?

"I don't know either. The nurse on duty outside ran over and told me the situation, so I went to check. It was indeed very serious. But that injured student has an incredible physique. With such heavy injuries, they still walked in. Truly badass!"

Over the phone, the department director's tone carried a hint of admiration and shock.

The director: "???"

What time is it, and you are still talking about this?

"Alright, I got it. I am coming right now. Do not touch anything yet. Keep a close eye on the remaining student and make absolutely sure nothing goes wrong."

With a few words, the director arranged everything and hung up. Looking flustered and exasperated, he gulped down the freshly brewed tea in one breath, even swallowing the tea leaves.

If nothing unexpected happened, this was probably his only chance to drink water today. Next up, he was entering hell mode.

Having struggled and survived in the hospital environment for so long, what kind of monsters and demons hadn't he seen?

All signs indicated that today, he definitely wouldn't have a good time. He needed to move quickly to cut his losses. Everything he drank now would turn into sweat and pour right out.

So... he should drink a little more, otherwise he wouldn't have enough sweat to shed today.

Ring, ring, ring...

Pfft!

Before the hospital director could fully swallow the tea in his mouth, another call came in. Did I run into a ghost today or what?

His face full of panic and agony, the director picked up the phone. What is it now? Don't tell me the student ran back here again?

The director's voice carried a faint sense of death, as if he was completely out of options. At this point, even if the student who had just been carried away ran back on their own, he wouldn't be surprised.

Nothing could scare him anymore. He swore, not even the King of Heaven himself!

I am Dongfang Zhixia.

Pfft!

Cough, cough... The director's previously calm and composed demeanor instantly shattered. He shuddered in fear. Why did they drop a bomb on him?

Before the director could even formulate what to say next, Dongfang Zhixia's incredibly cold voice came through the phone. What's this about the student you just mentioned? What do you mean they ran away on their own?

Can't a hospital as big as yours keep an eye on a single patient?

We spend so much money on you every year, and this is how you repay the school?

Speak!

The director: !!!

The expression on the director's face instantly morphed into the agonizing eating shit meme from Fire Punch... Just elbow him already!

Half a minute later.

Bang!

The door to the director's office was kicked open. Flustered and covered in sweat, the director rushed downstairs, not daring to delay for a second... Damn it, how did this injured runaway student have anything to do with this eldest miss?

Aren't you just trying to torture me to death?

Child, if you're injured, just lie down properly in the hospital, okay? Promise me, don't run around anymore...

After running only a few steps, he suddenly saw a burnt-out big fat pig lying on the ground. The director gasped. Damn it, is there no end to this? Why is there another surprise?

Adhering to the principle of healing the wounded and rescuing the dying, the director still stepped forward to check. After taking two steps, the burnt-out big fat pig on the ground raised his head.

Quick... quick, help me up! the principal spoke half-dead, stubbornly preparing to climb up.

Principal! The director was shocked once again, completely forgetting the words he had used to lecture his subordinates before—that no matter the situation, one must remain calm and composed.

In principle, that was correct, but the problem was... in this kind of situation, tell me, who could possibly stay calm?

The surveillance cameras, quick! Principal, you came at just the right time. Hurry up and come with me to the security room to unlock the permissions, hurry! The director was almost crying from anxiety. He forcefully hauled the nearly two-hundred-pound principal off the floor, and the two supported each other as they walked toward the security room.

...

Downstairs.

Dongfang Zhixia hung up the phone. The massive corridor once again returned to tranquility; the only sound that could be heard was breathing.

The situation in the corridor was quite complicated.

Xia Tongxin's bodyguards and secretary who stayed behind to take care of the little secretary, a furious Dongfang Zhixia, the little secretary sitting in a wheelchair staring blankly at the floor as if she had lost her soul, and a silent Shen Qinghan who had just emerged from the fire exit stairway...

Young Master. A short-haired woman followed out from the fire exit, breaking the peace in the hallway.

Dongfang Zhixia furrowed her brows and looked toward Shen Qinghan. Shen Qinghan took the initiative to walk over.

He stopped in front of Dongfang Zhixia, glanced at the half-open operating room nearby, and then looked at the blood-soaked, soulless little secretary sitting in the wheelchair...

Where is the person? Shen Qinghan looked at Dongfang Zhixia.

How should I know! Dongfang Zhixia's suppressed anger completely exploded, her sharp scolding echoing through the corridor.

Shen Qinghan remained calm, ignoring Dongfang Zhixia's outburst and shouting. He walked into the operating room and returned a moment later.

It was confirmed, the person wasn't inside. So... the person lying in the operating room just now wasn't her?

Shen Qinghan's gaze locked onto the little secretary. The White Rabbit pajamas on the little secretary had turned bright red, yet there were no visible wounds on her body. The answer to whose blood this was became glaringly obvious.

Shen Qinghan walked toward the little secretary, but Dongfang Zhixia blocked his way. She's terrified. Let's talk somewhere else.

Dongfang Zhixia suppressed her temper. If they kept arguing now, it might worsen the little secretary's current soulless state.

Shen Qinghan ignored her and interrogated the little secretary in the wheelchair. What happened? Speak.

The little secretary didn't react. She continued staring at the floor in front of her, her eyes blank and devoid of any light. This condition had lasted for quite a while now.

From the time she woke up until now, Dongfang Zhixia had tried many times. Let alone answering questions, she didn't even have the slightest reaction, as if she had lost her soul.

The Silly Hamster's soul had been left with her commander...

Step, step, step.

Two incredibly hurried footsteps echoed from the fire exit stairway.

Young Master, we have the security footage, the Young Madam was taken away! The principal's highly agitated voice rang out from the fire exit. Stumbling and crawling, panting heavily, he once again broke the peace in the corridor.

Dongfang Zhixia and Shen Qinghan's pupils trembled and contracted at the exact same time. They looked in the direction of Niu Fen and sprang into action simultaneously!

Stop her, Shen Qinghan said calmly. The short-haired woman beside him nodded and blocked Dongfang Zhixia's path.

Apologies, Eldest Miss Dongfang. You cannot go any further. The short-haired woman's eyes were resolute, showing no intention of stepping aside.

Dongfang Zhixia: ???

Shen Qinghan!!! Dongfang Zhixia's furious voice echoed throughout the corridor.