Hospital 444
Chapter 193 - 20 Crisis

Chapter 193: Chapter 20 Crisis

S City.

Dai Lin and Fang Zhou disembarked from the airplane, and it was already past three in the afternoon.

In December, the temperature in S City was quite low, but for a Paranormal Doctor, neither extreme heat nor severe cold would feel much different from room temperature. Therefore, the somewhat thin clothing of Dai Lin and Fang Zhou was quite noticeable.

"Dai Doctor!"

Dai Lin and Fang Zhou immediately looked over and saw a young woman. There were quite a few people around her, one of whom was holding a sign that read "Pick up Doctor Dai Lin."

Dai Lin and Fang Zhou walked over immediately.

"Miss Jiang, thank you for the trouble."

The person who had come to pick them up was Jiang Lan.

She heard that Dai Lin was coming to S City for a favor, and she immediately volunteered to pick him up.

"Dai Doctor, don’t mention it! Being able to help you is more than I could ask for!"

"Let me introduce you, this is Doctor Fang Zhou from our hospital’s Department of Fierce Spirits."

"Doctor Fang, nice to meet you!"

Fang Zhou was quite surprised; he hadn’t expected the young heiress of Xinghai Entertainment to be so enthusiastic.

Jiang Lan, with a big smile on her face, commanded the people beside her, "Help the two doctors with their luggage. Dai Doctor, Fang Doctor, the car is ready. I will take you directly to the hotel."

Then, Jiang Lan leaned close to Dai Lin with a beaming smile and said, "Dai Doctor, I’ve now transferred to the W City branch, so we will definitely have many more opportunities to meet in the future."

"Doctor and patient... it’s better not to have too many opportunities to meet."

Dai Lin chuckled dryly, while Fang Zhou looked on thoughtfully.

Outside the airport, several Ferraris awaited them.

Nothing less expected of a rich heiress!

As soon as Dai Lin settled into the car, Jiang Lan leaned in close to him.

"Miss Jiang..."

"Dai Doctor, um, I wanted to ask you later about my father’s follow-up."

"Sure..."

Right then, Dai Lin received a WeChat message from Fang Zhou, who could only sit in the front passenger seat.

"She likes you, Dai Doctor."

Dai Lin wasn’t a fool; Jiang Lan’s affections for him definitely exceeded the normal feelings of a patient towards a doctor.

This was also quite understandable; what handsome young talents hadn’t she seen? When her father was cursed, in her eyes, it was Dai Lin who saved her father. It’s hard for a woman not to have a sort of hero complex. She probably always thought that Dai Lin was a senior title doctor, unaware that he had just recently become a resident physician.

But the current Dai Lin... where did he have the time to consider his personal emotional issues? Although Jiang Lan was indeed a beautiful and wealthy woman, they ultimately were not from the same world.

So, he could only play dumb.

"Miss Jiang," Dai Lin smelled the perfume wafting from her, gave a wry smile, and said, "I’m quite concerned about your father’s condition too, but there’s no big problem with this checkup; you can rest assured. Our...visit to S City this time is for a good friend of mine."

Jiang Lan quickly nodded, saying, "Mr. Raymond Harland has had great success with his magic tour in the country, and our Xinghai Entertainment is the domestic sponsor of this tour. I’ve arranged VIP seats for both of you, and after the performance, I will arrange a meeting for you."

"Thank you so much, Miss Jiang. Actually, as long as Mr. Harland receives a business card from the hospital, that would suffice."

"The matter you entrusted to me, Dai Doctor, I will definitely do my best."

"No need to be so formal."

After they reached the hotel where they were staying, Jiang Lan personally took Dai Lin and Fang Zhou to their rooms.

Just as Dai Lin and Fang Zhou had entered the hotel room, Fang Zhou suddenly said, "Miss Jiang, I remember seeing Christmas mystery gift boxes for sale on the first floor when we came up, right?"

"Yes, that’s right. Although it’s not Christmas yet, they’ve already started selling them."

"My daughter really loves unboxing mystery boxes; I’ll go buy a set."

"Alright, I’ll have someone accompany you."

Dai Lin didn’t catch on at first, but suddenly realized...

Fang Zhou was planning to assist him and Jiang Lan?

Dr. Fang, don’t randomly ship CPs!

As soon as Fang Zhou left, Jiang Lan continued to introduce the hotel room to Dai Lin, "According to your requirements, I chose a room near the emergency stairs, and there are no blind spots in the surveillance nearby. Hmm, but you’re not going to set up a curse here, are you?"

"No, there is no need for the time being."

"Good, that’s good."

"Anyway, I can’t thank you enough, Miss Jiang."

"You’re too polite, Dr. Dai. It’s what I should do."

After a bit of small talk, Jiang Lan left the hotel room with a look of reluctance.

Dai Lin held the room key, thought for a moment, and figured he could only deal with the curse before anything else. Whether he could survive and return to W city was still in question. Actually, Dai Lin didn’t want Jiang Lan to get too involved, he just wanted to make contact with Raymond Harland.

Setting aside Jiang Lan’s issue for now, Dai Lin walked to the hotel window and opened his eyes wide!

The skyscrapers before him turned into nothingness in his view, and he easily saw the Linde Theatre.

Tonight, Raymond Harland would perform magic there.

For now, he didn’t see anything of concern.

The Devil sealed within his right eye, also felt nothing.

...

Song Min walked in front of the flower bed next to the inpatient building of the Ninth Hospital. It being winter, only a few patients or their families were outside.

Song Min gazed at the inpatient building and sat on the bench in front of the flower bed.

"I hope I’m overthinking this. I really don’t want to lay a hand on you."

Unfortunately, the clues provided by Lu Wen were still too scant. Even though they knew the patient had premonitory dreams, the medical history transferred was rather simplistic, just mentioning that the patient dreamt their mother turned into a ghost in the dream and killed them.

Song Min took out a piece of diary paper she’d torn off.

She could become a chief physician, which naturally wasn’t just due to her ability to foresee the future in her diary.

Although she could alter the future to some extent, she wouldn’t do it unless necessary.

Just now, she showed a screenshot from a video of Luo Ren to an inpatient department nurse, but without a name and only a face, the nurse couldn’t help her. If she searched rashly and Han Ming’s people were around, it would easily raise suspicion.

"You wouldn’t be here, would you?"

"Dai Lin?"

Afterward, she approached a nurse.

"I need your help with something."

The nurse didn’t catch on right away and stared blankly at Song Min.

And then...

Song Min’s right hand shot out rapidly and grasped the nurse’s throat! Then, she savagely tore off her head!

Holding the nurse’s head, Song Min brought it close to her face, while her left hand pulled out a phone.

"Find this person for me," Song Min said to the severed head. "You might be a horrifying ghost to ordinary people, but to me, you’re nothing."

The nurse’s head opened its eyes wide in shock at Song Min, then said, "I just wanted to spend more time with my husband... Two years ago, I was infected by a patient and died in the isolation ward..."

In the eyes of passersby, they only saw Song Min’s arm lifting in the air, completely oblivious to the nurse.

"I’m not interested in hearing the grievances of a ghost," Song Min shook her head slightly and said, "Do this favor for me, and you can continue to stay in this hospital; otherwise, I’ll send you to that world."

The existence of ghosts in a hospital was as normal as it could be. Especially for inpatient buildings, if a hospital that has been operating for decades didn’t have several ghosts, that would actually be quite abnormal.

So...

Even if Han Ming’s side discovered a ghost in the hospital, they probably wouldn’t find it unusual, right?

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