Chapter 3082: 2880 No One Could Have Imagined (Sect Master ImperialGlor Bonus Chapter)

Liu Zewei sat on the sofa at home, and a video that had gone viral across the net was playing on the PAD in front of him.

That was exactly what was happening in front of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

"Old Liu, you're not usually like this. Tell me, how could you be so ruthless, beating someone like this for no reason?" his lover asked.

Liu Zewei laughed and cried, unable even to explain.

"People say private hospitals are corrupt, but your public hospital isn't any better." his lover said, "Is this something a person would do? Look at that patient—his eyes have been beaten blind."

"No, that's fake." Liu Zewei weakly protested.

Actually he didn't know whether it was true or false, but instinctively Liu Zewei could find no reason for the Medical University Affiliated Hospital to do such a thing.

Leaving aside that doctors and patients have no grudge, even if someone had an antisocial personality, there are plenty of chances to strike—why pick an operating room with surveillance? Moreover, although there are no patient relatives in the operating room, it's not a lawless zone.

People come and go in there; to make a patient bleed from the seven orifices… based on experience, Liu Zewei thought it utterly impossible.

"Fake? Look at how terrified the patient is." his lover frowned, saying, at this moment her sympathy overflowed, like a devoted mother's fan.

"Then tell me, how does a perfectly fine patient go into the operating room and end up bleeding from the seven orifices?"

"……" Liu Zewei concluded.

"If it's not a beating, it's poisoning—surely that's what happened." his lover said, "Old Liu, what grudge does the Medical University Affiliated Hospital have against the patient, to go ahead and kill them?"

Liu Zewei genuinely didn't know how to explain; though far away, he felt as if it were happening right beside him, and he couldn't even explain it.

A feeling of rabbit-dead-fox-sorrow welled up; having spent a lifetime in medical work, he found most of his energy went into careful guarding and scheming—this job really was dull.

It would be nice to be someone pure like Boss Zheng.

At one moment, Liu Zewei suddenly understood why Gao Shaojie had given up competition and fled to the capital.

Old Gao is purer than me, and Liu Zewei absolutely does not deny that.

"Old Gao, how's that side?"

"Yeah, my wife keeps scrolling through all kinds of videos; now the internet is in an uproar."

"Sigh, I don't know either. Normally things wouldn't blow up this much, but the Medical University Affiliated Hospital really..."

"Alright, Old Gao, be careful not to get hurt. Also, persuade Boss Zheng a bit—don't let her rush to the forefront of everything."

After hanging up, Liu Zewei slightly shook his head.

"Is Old Gao in the capital? What did he say?" his lover asked.

Liu Zewei let out a long sigh; Gao Shaojie's side was even more chaotic, and now both public opinion and the online discussion were pointing their spears at the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

Lacking medical ethics, anti-human—various big hats were piled on his head. Even Liu Zewei felt his waist bend a little; these hats were simply too heavy, like that cap of saving lives and healing the wounded.

"Go to sleep." Liu Zewei thought, disheartened and discouraged.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual. And the medical staff bearing the conflict, standing in the vortex, will all face new pressure.

Some kill doctors, and many will cheer them on. Some go to the hospital at midnight to pull out a fishbone, spending a few dozen yuan, and then many will say the hospital is black-hearted.

Scraping by with gray‑area income that can't see the sun, Liu Zewei felt somewhat lost; his original aspiration from school days had vanished completely.

Forget it, just take each day as it comes—why think so much?

As for resolving this matter, Liu Zewei simply doesn't believe it can be solved. Even if Boss Zheng were here, it's not a medical difficulty. Even if Big Yellow Tooth… if that guy could solve the problem, Liu Zewei would rather believe the world will end tomorrow.

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Pengcheng, Development Zone People's Hospital.

Mu Tao hadn't left yet; he had just finished a day's surgery, and when he came down he heard the nurses talking about what had happened at the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

Opening the video, Mu Tao saw all of this and was completely dumbfounded.

This is utterly insane, hair‑raising!

But Mu Tao soon calmed down, using normal reasoning to think about the matter, feeling it basically couldn't have happened.

Not everyone knows the operating room has surveillance—for example, once someone lost a watch, a group checking the OR footage discovered a department head and the operating room head nurse fooling around in there…

Everyone watched the video in stunned silence; the person who lost the watch stopped looking for it, leaving only this legend in the jianghu.

But even without video surveillance, everyone knows how many people are needed for surgery; anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't choose to take revenge on a patient in the operating room—if they did, they'd be condemned by all.

Thinking that, Mu Tao helplessly watched the crowd of patients and their families shivering in the cold wind, feeling helpless.

Especially when the patient's eyes were streaming blood, as if seeing a demon and fleeing the scene of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital's business dean and medical department head, he could not tell what the true facts were.

Pitiful!

Helpless!

Weak!

Bullying!

These words filled Mu Tao's mind; at one point he even felt a bit angry. The Medical University Affiliated Hospital must have had someone acting insanely, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

After rational analysis turned up no explanation, Mu Tao began to lean toward the idea that someone had a mental illness flare‑up; besides that, he could find no other reason.

He didn't dwell on how hard medical work would be in the future; instead he silently watched the video of patients and their families standing in the cold wind, seemingly about to freeze to death, and felt a sorrowful chill.

If doctors' profession is innately endowed with a different mission, why would the colleagues at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital do this?

A single loss of emotional control absolutely cannot explain such things.

Wrong! Mu Tao suddenly noticed a small detail he had previously overlooked—the number of patient relatives was too great.

What kind of surgery would require that many people—ten or twenty‑odd?

This isn't a memorial service or a funeral; why would ten or twenty‑odd people wait for a patient's surgery? If it were some big shot from the capital, maybe a Daoist could make sense, but judging by their clothes, they supposedly can't even afford return train tickets—what are they doing all coming to the capital together?

He had been mistaken; Mu Tao instantly realized this flaw.

The patient's eyes were still streaming bloody tears; Mu Tao promptly froze the video, then zoomed in frame by frame to observe.

No, the blood didn't look clotted, not like blood. Rather… it looked like red dye.

He then watched it backward, but in the end found nothing else—those red liquids were indeed tears; even if not bloody tears, they were still flowing from the patient's eyes.

What's going on? Mu Tao sank into deep bewilderment.