Chapter 9
In the ward, the friendly and relaxed atmosphere that had been deliberately maintained, whether for social reasons or for other reasons, was instantly broken.
A strange feeling of suffocation slowly spread.
The head nurse's voice that I had heard before came in: "Please ask the patient's family members not to make trouble in the hospital. The hospital needs quiet. If you have any questions, you can talk to the police. Professionals have submitted an incident report. The claim of gas leak is officially confirmed. Please be careful with your attitude."
There was a loud sound of kicking the door.
The people in the ward could never have imagined that a man's voice could be so shrill.
"When my daughter's leg was amputated, you told me about attitude. Now she's dead, and you're still telling me about attitude! Her broken leg could have made her a disabled dancer, but what if she died? She's dead, and you're still asking me for attitude! Don't you think this is ridiculous?!"
The man outside the ward sneered and said, "Don't act like everything is fine just because there is an official report to prove it. When she dies, the money left by the old woman will be donated directly through the hands of the lawyer."
"Not only do I get nothing, but I still have to give money to that woman every month. Why?" The man just wanted to curse.
Qi Xueyi in the room took a deep breath and explained the situation in a few words.
The original incarnation of the alien spirit was the granddaughter of a famous dancer, and the man shouting outside the door was the only son of the deceased dancer.
When the dancer was still alive, she had already made a will that if her granddaughter also chose to dance in the future, then all the money she had earned from touring in the past years would be given to her when she turned 18.
If the child does not enter the dance industry, half of the money will be given when she is 30 years old, and the other half will be donated to a charity fund for those in need.
The amount of money is not small, after all, he is a well-known dancer.
The old lady died on her favorite stage, and after that, except for the will, all her inheritance was given to the man outside the door. But he loved gambling, not only did he gamble away all his money, he also wanted to gamble away the tuition money that the child's mother had saved for the child.
Afterwards, the two divorced and the child was awarded to the woman. While the man paid alimony, as the party at fault in the marriage, he also had to pay a certain amount of compensation every month.
The man, who had no money and no one to rely on, set his eyes on the will. In the second year after the old lady's death, he "took the initiative to pay" for his children to attend various dance training classes.
Qi Xueyi said this and cursed: "How can such an idiot man who wants to get millions of dollars in assets ten years later not be someone who can really face the spirits directly?"
"Did he pay anything?" He Jingtong couldn't help but ask at the arrogant look of the man outside the door. "No, he didn't pay the medical bills. He said he paid for the child's dance class, but the money he actually used was just the compensation that man paid to his wife. In addition, the child's support money was all saved by her mother." Qi Xueyi became more and more angry.
Especially when the people outside the door shouted: "I took so much money, and all I got was a gas leak? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
Qi Xueyi couldn't bear it anymore, he opened the door of the ward with force, his white eyebrows twitching with displeasure.
"Less ugly people" are causing more trouble...
Before Qi Xueyi could finish his sentence, his voice was suppressed by a voice.
"Could you please stop making trouble?" A female voice mixed with fatigue and pain rang out, and the woman was pushed over by a caregiver in a wheelchair.
Her red and swollen eyes told others what had happened before.
But now the powerless look makes people feel that crying seems to be something that requires strength.
"Can you let the child go quietly?" The woman spoke with a little more strength in her voice. "If you have anything to say, come to me. Don't bother these medical staff."
The woman was really exhausted, but she couldn't control herself, and her voice became louder and louder: "I saw the child's critical illness notice, I signed the consent form for the surgery, and I paid for the surgery. What does this have to do with you?"
"I'm not asking you to feel sorry for what happened to the child, but can you please be a human being! You only need to pay for me, and I don't want you to take any money. I'm not even asking you to take care of her, you just need to do me a favor, no, not..."
"If you just fulfill your fatherly responsibilities, I would have stayed by her side. I wouldn't need you!"
Her emotions went up and down, tears falling again: "I hired a nurse myself, I paid the bills myself, and I handled all the procedures at the hospital myself. Since you, as a father, are like a dead person, can you really act like a dead person and never show your face again, huh?!"
The woman's eyes bulged and her expression was agitated. The armrests of her wheelchair were banging against her hammers. If she hadn't been sitting in the wheelchair, she would have slapped the man in the face that morning.
As the mother of the person involved, she has the right to know the truth of the matter.
One of Cui Tong's colleagues had also explained it before.
He even pushed a woman in a wheelchair and watched the two floors where the fight took place in person.
As for the reason for the alien's transformation, the woman guessed it herself.
Her daughter has always been an emotionally stable child. When her father wanted her to learn dance and her mother respectfully asked for her opinion, she agreed.
It is impossible for a child like this to be transformed by the sin of rage.
But common sense is meant to be broken. Even a calm child can be driven crazy by his father.
At the beginning of the conversation, the woman was able to remain calm because she still believed that the man was the father of the child. But as the conversation went on, the woman felt that the man was the murderer who killed the child.
The strange soul waves trembled in the air, just like a stone was thrown into the calm water. And those ripples can only be seen by those who have power.
He Jingtong, who was lying on the bed, quickly turned his head and looked back at Qi Xueyi. Although there was no communication between them, the two of them had a tacit understanding.
Qi Xueyi went straight back to the ward and helped He Jingtong up from the bed.
The woman's emotions were still surging, especially after the man's unreasonable but loud scolding: "You are really short-sighted. The hospital doesn't take responsibility for the accident, but as a victim, you are still standing there saying it doesn't matter. Are you..."
Before he could finish his next obscenity, Qi Xueyi helped He Jingtong out.
When passing by He Wanchen, the white-haired boy said, "Doctor He, please be careful. You shouldn't be polite to things like this that lower the basic ratings of men."
After he finished speaking, Qi Xue suddenly turned to the man with a sinister tone: "You have short hair and I don't see how broad your horizons are. I guess your head has been lifted up, and the wrinkles on your brain are as flat as the inside of a toilet bowl."
"You're ugly and you like to do mischief." Qi Xueyi deliberately looked him up and down. That look full of contempt and ridicule provoked the self-righteous man to rush over and want to punch Qi Xueyi.
Who knew that the white-haired boy switched his left and right hands, ensuring that He Jingtong was firmly supported while letting the man swing his fist through the gap between the two boys.
The next second, Qi Xueyi held He Jingtong's hand on his shoulder and felt a slight resistance.
He then loosened his hand.
The man's hand passed between the two men and hit nothing, but He Jingtong's head happened to deflect in the direction of his force.
Qi Xueyi started to yell: "Ah! Where did this lunatic come from? He actually beat up a patient, and a patient who was just rescued."
“That’s too much!”
He spoke quickly, a string of words gushing out of his mouth in rapid succession, yet his pronunciation was clear, ensuring that no one in or out of the ward would miss a word.
"You want to hit us?" He Jingtong raised his head cooperatively.
The bandages wrapped around his entire body naturally gave He Jingtong a somewhat morbid aura. When he deliberately lowered his pressure and spoke slowly, word by word, the depressing aura spread throughout the entire corridor.
He Jingtong gently pushed Qi Xueyi away.
The man was cursing, "I didn't touch you at all," but He Jingtong didn't say anything and didn't hold back.
He punched the ghost with the same force that could have crushed the wall by holding down its head.
The body strengthened by the power of the soul easily knocked the man to the ground. The sound of the body hitting the ground with a bang not only made the man's face distorted and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. The scene also stunned several nurses and doctors.
But what Qi Xueyi shouted later turned that daze into contempt for the man.
"No way, you are a grown man, not only wanting to beat up an underage patient in a hospital, but even wanting to get angry and pretend to be knocked to the ground when you didn't hit anyone?"
"Don't be too harsh on him. It hasn't even been a day since he had surgery."
The man lying on the ground was dazed and by the time he came to his senses, everyone around him was looking at him as if he were a scum.
Especially those passing patients who found it safe outside and could eat and drink without worrying about a "gas leak".
"Hey, that's too rubbish."
"What do you mean by beating up a patient? The child was wrapped like a mummy and he was still a minor. If the punch really hit him, it would have hit his head or something... How can this be considered beating up? This is clearly murder."
"Thank you. I have called the police. This kind of scum who disturbs social order must be sent to the police station for reform."
By the time the man reacted, his hands had already been handcuffed by the police who were handling the matter at the hospital.
The woman sitting in the wheelchair not far away no longer sent out the signal of soul transformation. Instead, she sneered at the man and said, "I will definitely collect evidence of your gambling while you are in there!"
Afterwards, He Jingtong saw Qi Xueyi sneak up to the woman and whisper something.
Then he smiled mysteriously at the woman sitting in the wheelchair, her face showing shock and a sense of relief.
After returning to the ward, He Wanchen was not affected by the presence of the man. Instead, he felt a sense of relief because of the tacit actions of the two minors.
After saying goodbye to He Jingtong, He Wanchen returned to his own ward next door.
After lying down in the ward, He Jingtong also asked Qi Xueyi: "What did you say to that sister just now?"!