Hospital 444
Chapter 227 - 18 Reservation

Chapter 227: Chapter 18 Reservation

"I’d like to make an appointment with Deputy Director Xie Chengjun. May I ask how many... Spiritual Therapy Points it will cost?"

A part of the future lost?

Of all things, what Dai Ming lost the most was his dream.

He would rather trade a part of his future to chase his dream of art. He no longer wanted to endure this torment.

Most importantly, he felt it was like a curse.

"For Deputy Director Xie, let me check for you... Hmm, you’re quite lucky, getting an appointment with Deputy Director Xie is usually difficult, but he happens to have a special outpatient slot from two to three o’clock in three days. However, the price is rather steep, 300 Spiritual Therapy Points. If you agree, I will reserve it for you. At two o’clock in three days, Hospital 444 will send a car to bring you to the hospital, and then you must go to the registration desk to check in."

If it’s over 100 Spiritual Therapy Points, a verbal agreement from the patient isn’t enough to charge the fee, they also have to go to the first floor registration desk to pay.

"Okay, I understand. My name is Dai Ming, and my ID number is..."

"We can access your identity information. You’re already registered for the appointment. Hmm, I should remind you that you can only cancel the appointment by phone three hours before the visit; otherwise, whether you like it or not, our hospital’s ambulance will transport you to the hospital."

"Ambulance?" Dai Ming was stunned, "My condition isn’t so severe that it requires an ambulance, right?"

"It’s not related to the severity of the condition; we always use an ambulance for transport regardless."

"Then, shall I give you my address...?"

"No need to report your address. No matter where you are on Earth, the ambulance will find you."

Could there really be such a method?

"Okay, I understand. Ah, right, I would like to come with another person, is that okay?"

"Another person?"

"Yes, her name is Pan..."

"Okay, I understand, I’ve made reservations for both of you. But when the ambulance comes to pick you up, you must be together, not more than ten meters apart, so that we can transport you to the hospital together. Then, you can both check in at the registration desk when you arrive."

"Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Dai Ming felt like he was in a dream.

Now, there were only two possibilities: either he and Pan Yizhen were both suffering from a mental breakdown, or it really was a curse. But the likelihood of two completely unconnected people, living in different cities, drawing the exact same picture was next to nothing.

"A hospital that treats curses..."

Dai Ming opened his web browser and typed Hospital 444 into the search engine, but all that came up were a bunch of ads for hospitals.

He looked for a long time but couldn’t find what he was looking for.

"Dai, are you feeling unwell?" a colleague next to him asked, noticing the content on Dai Ming’s screen, "Why are you searching for hospitals?"

"No, it’s nothing, I’m just browsing."

Then his colleague said, "If you’re sick, you should see a doctor soon. Do you need to take sick leave?"

"No, I won’t take sick leave."

Sick leave would require a diagnostic report from a hospital, but could Hospital 444 provide one? He would have to use annual leave instead.

During the lunch break, Dai Ming stepped outside his workplace and called Pan Yizhen on his mobile phone.

"Hello, Miss Pan, it’s me, Dai Ming."

"Oh... what’s up?"

Dai Ming was organizing his thoughts, considering how to explain Hospital 444 to Pan Yizhen.

This kind of absurd and bizarre event was indeed not something that the average person could believe.

"Why are you... not speaking?"

"Miss Pan, what do you think... How can we get a sensible explanation for our experiences? I painted that picture in a half-asleep state. It would be difficult even for a conscious person to paint so realistically!"

Pan Yizhen fell silent at once.

Clearly, Pan Yizhen had thought about the question Dai Ming was asking. It was just that emotionally, she was reluctant to accept it.

"You... Are you suggesting that we’ve... attracted some sort of evil spirit?"

Without such experiences, it would be difficult for most people to accept such a reality.

But as it stood, it seemed that Pan Yizhen didn’t find the notion entirely unreasonable.

"Yes... That’s exactly what I mean. I always feel like ’she’ is really watching us."

In broad daylight, Dai Ming still felt shivers down his spine.

"So..."

"Let’s meet tonight; there’s something I want to show you."

He said, holding the business card in his hand.

"What’s the thing?"

"I’m not quite sure how to tell you; let’s talk about it when we meet tonight."

Not long after ending the call with Pan Yizhen, Dai Ming was about to head back into the building of the unit when suddenly, Dai Lin called him again.

"Dai Ming, I want to talk to you. Are you free tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"You said you would show me some of the paintings you’ve done before."

"Yes, Dai Lin, never mind, it’s not necessary."

"Not necessary?"

Dai Lin had just finished eating in the cafeteria and was in the stairwell of the hospital when she made the call to Dai Ming.

"Yes, it’s not necessary. Dai Lin, I’ve decided not to think about this matter for the moment. Let it be for now."

"Hey, Dai Ming! Dai Ming! Hey!"

Dai Ming hung up just like that.

Dai Lin didn’t know why Dai Ming suddenly changed his attitude so drastically.

"Is it because of that woman last night?"

Regardless, Dai Lin wasn’t about to let go now that he was aware of the situation. He had to make sure whether Dai Ming’s symptoms were indeed the result of a curse, whether conservative treatment was needed, or surgery. If it required an artifact, Dai Lin planned to pay for it out of his pocket.

But now, he felt a bit apprehensive about Xie Chengjun. When would he set up another trial for him?

"Speaking of which... right now..."

Gao Heyann should have already arrived in Malaysia, right?

He wondered how she was doing.

Dai Lin picked up his phone, wanting to contact her, but he hesitated, not wanting to disrupt her mood for the exam. After all, he knew nothing about the high-level professional title examination and had no idea if she was preparing for something.

"You’ll be able to come back alive, won’t you, Gao Heyann?"

At that moment, Dai Lin called her name quite naturally for the first time.

Dai Lin always held Gao Heyann in high esteem. He had accompanied the hospital to earthquake disaster areas in the past, but he questioned whether he could take the initiative to be a doctor at such a hospital. And Gao Heyann had not only done it, but evidently, she was without regret to this day.

Dai Lin stepped out of the stairwell and just happened to collide with a doctor walking past.

Even with the ability to see through things, Dai Lin didn’t always have this power turned on.

"Ah, sorry!"

Then, Dai Lin looked at the other person.

It was a young doctor with curly hair and glasses.

"You’re... Xia Li, our department’s intern doctor, right?"

The bespectacled doctor said somewhat awkwardly, "Sorry, Dr. Dai, I bumped into you."

"It’s my fault for not being careful." After looking over the other person, Dai Lin said, "I heard that just like Dr. Ying Ziye, you are also..."

"Right." Xia Li nodded, "One of the residents of that Hell apartment. I’m currently interning at the hospital, hoping to save my companions as soon as possible."

"Good, keep it up."

At that moment, Dai Lin had no idea of the bond he would eventually form with the intern doctor he was speaking to...

Evening.

Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen had agreed to meet at a busy hotpot restaurant.

In such a lively place filled with the din of people, Dai Ming could somewhat dispel the fear in his heart.

But today, whether it was an illusion or not, Dai Ming felt like there were far fewer people in the hotpot restaurant than usual.

Pan Yizhen was already waiting there.

"Sorry, I’m late."

"No, I was just too early."

Dai Ming took out his phone to scan the code, and asked her, "Can you handle spicy food?"

"Yes."

"Good..."

"What we eat doesn’t matter, what I want to ask is," Pan Yizhen said, "Mr. Dai, what... is it that you wanted to show me?"