Chapter 196: I Must Go Crazy, I Must Flip the Table

Ding—

The elevator doors opened.

The doctor tidied his white coat in front of the spotlessly polished mirror, then lightly tugged at the edge of his mask, hands in pockets as he walked toward the VVIP special care suite corridor.

Passing the VVIP access control, he took out his work ID from his pocket and swiped it against the access card magnetic strip.

With a click, the door opened.

The corridor was spacious and quiet; several special care wards stood empty, only the innermost one showing a distinguished patient in residence.

"Heh— this taste of privilege does save me the trouble of searching all over for someone."

The doctor muttered self-mockingly, pushing open the ward door and stepping inside.

In the ward, a huge wall-mounted TV was playing rolling news; Li Hanyu sat at the tea table nearby, keeping an eye on the news content while typing on her laptop, handling company matters large and small in an orderly fashion.

She glanced at the doctor who had entered, but did not speak.

Meeting Li Hanyu's gaze, the doctor said gently: "The anesthetic is about to wear off; I've come to check the patient's condition and administer some painkillers as needed."

Li Hanyu withdrew her gaze, refocusing on the work at hand.

The doctor approached the hospital bed; seeing Qian Tong fast asleep, he gently drew the privacy curtain and carefully unplugged the vital signs monitor's power.

Then, he took a syringe from his pocket and gently pushed the medication into the IV line.

Within seconds, Qian Tong suddenly jolted awake from his deep sleep, eyes wide, staring in horror at a hand clamping over his mouth and nose.

His face flushed crimson; he let out a few feeble whimpers, then the pupils gradually clouded over with a layer of deathly pallor.

"Madam, the patient's condition is very stable; he's sleeping peacefully after a bit of painkiller."

The doctor said with a smile, picking up the remote and considerately lowering the TV volume a few notches, then backing out of the ward with slow, light steps.

The doctor stood quietly at the ward doorway, took out his phone, tapped the screen and sent a text — Mission wrapping up, one more person still in the ward, need her dealt with too?

The text included a photo: Li Hanyu focused on work, side profile. jpg

The phone vibrated immediately; the reply was concise — She doesn't know much, no action needed for now.

The doctor pocketed his phone, left the VVIP corridor, took the elevator slowly down, until reaching a certain floor's restroom.

There, he stripped off the white coat and mask, tossed them casually into the trash can, then quietly walked out of the restroom, blending into the hospital crowds, and soon vanished without a trace.

Li Hanyu never once looked up the whole time, still busy working; the news of Qian Tong's injury and hospitalization couldn't be hidden, so she had to make more preparations, to prevent certain clowns in the company who couldn't read the situation from jumping out to make trouble at this critical juncture.

A full ten-odd minutes later, Li Hanyu abruptly looked up, suspiciously eyeing yet another white-coated doctor walking in.

"Madam, I'm here to change the patient's medication." The doctor wore a kindly smile, speaking softly.

Li Hanyu's brows furrowed slightly; she asked doubtfully: "Didn't a doctor just change the medicine a short while ago?"

The doctor's smile froze on his face; he was clearly stunned by this sudden challenge, standing rooted to the spot, at a loss.

Li Hanyu's expression changed; she immediately leapt from her seat, hurried to the hospital bed, yanked open the curtain, and froze — her whole body unsteady, all color draining from her face in an instant, making her look just like the corpse on the bed.

Qian Huan stood rigid before the hospital bed, staring hollowly at the body lightly covered by white cloth.

A buzzing droned in his mind, thoughts chaotic as a stirred whirlpool, unable to settle.

"Mom, wasn't Second Uncle fine just now?" Qian Huan's teeth chattered.

Qian Huan reached out to support his mother's shoulder; her frame trembled faintly, her face a corpse-like ghastly white.

Qian Huan asked several times in succession; his mother seemed to awaken from deep shock, her gaze gradually focusing, shoulders breaking free from his grasp.

Li Hanyu's hands clamped onto Qian Huan's shoulders like iron bands, ten fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

Li Hanyu's voice was incomparably hoarse, like a scorching branding iron plunged into ice water, suppressing a kind of madness.

She spoke slowly: "The Qiming Street explosion was absolutely not accidental; that doctor who just came in to change medicine was a fake; your Second Uncle was murdered."

Qian Huan's lips parted slightly, wanting to say something, but his brain seemed sunk in thick fog, a blank, unable to sort his thoughts.

Li Hanyu viciously bit through her own tongue tip; the intense pain and bloody taste stimulated her nerves, waking her from deep fear.

Her gaze was ruthless and mad; blood streaked between her teeth as she spoke: "Son, don't speak now, listen to Mom; your Second Uncle's death — Mom will have the hospital cover it up for a period of time."

Qian Huan had never seen his mother show such a heart-palpitating appearance in his memory; he subconsciously nodded.

Li Hanyu spoke rapid-fire: "Right now the most important thing is for you to return to Second Prison, use the time Mom bought for you, quickly promote your confidants in the prison, let them seize key positions."

"Mom originally thought you'd have half a year to control Second Prison; Mom was wrong; Mom thought too well of those people; they don't intend to follow the contract and rules anymore; so you mustn't cling to those rules either."

"Before they strike at you and me again, replace everyone in Second Prison with your own people."

Qian Huan's throat was dry; he lowered his voice: "Mom, who exactly are those people you speak of? Who killed Second Uncle? Is it the Group?"

Li Hanyu gnashed her teeth: "How could it be the Group? The Group needs us to hold Second Prison; so the murderers can only be those Prison System bastards; they don't want Second Prison split off."

Qian Huan realized with a start, face unspeakably ugly: "But I've only been airborne-appointed to Second Prison recently; the people below mostly don't accept me; and they've long since banded together to set the rules; I can't even dismiss one person; how could I..."

Li Hanyu cut off her son, voice ferocious: "Your Second Uncle is dead; what rules are left to speak of? The knife's already at our throats; if we don't want to die, we can only flip the table."

Qian Huan's heart turned cold: "Flip the table, the prison will be in turmoil."

Li Hanyu took a deep breath, forced her son's head straight, stared straight into his eyes, murderous aura surging:

"Son, I know you've been overly cautious by nature since childhood; but if you keep being cautious now you'll die; you must go crazy, understand?"

Qian Huan met his mother's suppressed yet mad gaze, scalp tingling, then viciously nodded:

"Right, I don't want to die; I must go crazy; I must flip the table."

Li Hanyu encouraged: "Right; you're Second Prison's Warden; as long as you can control Second Prison, even if you overturn the table, Mom can go beg the Group to suppress everything; your Second Uncle died for the Group; the Group won't wash its hands of it."

Finished, Li Hanyu turned to the Dean standing nearby, eyes-nose-mouth observing propriety: "Dean, you'll help me seal the news, won't you?"

The Dean truly didn't want to be dragged into this vortex; but the man died in his hospital, and this woman before him clearly looked ready to go mad; what could he do?

The Dean helplessly nodded: "Providing the highest quality service to VVIPs is our hospital's highest creed; Ms. Li, you can rest assured."

Li Hanyu nodded, then added: "Then trouble the Dean to prepare another corpse bag and a vehicle; help me secretly transport this body to Guangming Group headquarters."

The Dean's brows knitted tight; though a thousand unwillingnesses churned in his heart, facing Li Hanyu's brook-no-refusal gaze, he could only brace himself and go arrange it.

Li Hanyu turned her gaze, looking toward Qian Huan, her eyes flickering with madness and resolve:

"Son, believe Mom, no matter how much trouble you stir up inside the Prison, Mom will protect you, even if I have to sacrifice this life and let the Company go, Mom will absolutely pull Guangming to stand behind you and protect you."

Qian Huan took a deep breath, saying with incomparable emotion: "Mom rest assured, this time I won't be careful anymore, actually, I've also long since found a Knife, I'm going back now to sharpen the Knife and kill people....."

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